I have a rare quiet 45-minute chunk of time this morning and thought: ah ha, I’ll write a blog post. So I sat at my computer and…and…and…I got nothing.
Oh, I have lots thoughts swirling around my brain – they are just about non-knitting. Family gathering plans for next week, kids-coming-home-from college travel arrangements, paperwork that has be get done before the family-gathering and the kids-coming-home, a dinner date, a funeral, personal-maintenance appointments (due to the family-gathering), and a grocery list that isn’t going to write itself.
And if I can shove all that aside, there’s still Christmas. Card lists, gift lists, baking lists, theater tickets, decorating schedule, travel arrangements. George and I sat down and made a pre-emptive strike on Christmas this week and… (okay, I did not mean that exactly the way it probably sounded -- I mean that we sat down and plotted out December) and the larger pieces of that discussion are still dominating my mental radar.
So, although I am knitting along in the usual fragmented fashion (a little lace gusset here, a nice twisted rib sleeve there, a pink brioche gauntlet that makes the family raise their eyebrows and murmur behind my back), I just cannot pull my focus around to writing about knitting.
So, the question is: Why post at all?
Well, firstly because Sarah has threatened to break into my blog and post for me if I let it go too long – she says she will title it: Why I Like To Have 5 Balls Of Yarn Hanging From My Needles. And since she thinks I am demented that way, I am just being prudent in thwarting her on this one.
But mostly, I am posting today because I figure other knitters are going through the same kind of the-Holidays-are-upon-us stress and I just wanted to say, hey, I’m there with you, sisters (and brothers, of course – although I suspect our knitting brethren don’t quite get the avalanche of extra Holiday duties that we ladies do).
Quite truly, I love Thanksgiving and I love Christmas. And I am well aware that it is the bounty of my blessings (my family and friends, my work and my craft, my home and my cats) that is making me kind of crazy just now. So, it’s all good – and perhaps being coherent is over-rated.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving!