I wish I could tell you that I took this picture myself. Cause that would mean that I was vacationing in balmy old England, visiting the family, instead of what I am really getting ready for.
My cousin took this. It is on Magdalene Street, Cambridge, England.
I would love to sit in one of these flat boats and float down the river.
Here is a picture, looks like it was taken from the other direction, that I found on Wikipedia.
I can imagine being here. I can.
I can't even figure out what's going on in my head lately. I do try not to listen to the 'voice', the one that worries.
All of you, my blogging friends, you DO carry me. Your support and encouragement is nothing short of incredible. I have heard from a couple of people WITH Chiari, one who has had surgery, one who is having it a day before me.
I love that you all take a few minutes out of your day, to cheer me on. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
I've been flitting around. It seems to be what I do best lately. Sporadically productive.
I decided to get all my knitting stuff organized, and of course, doing that revealed 'unfinished projects'.
So last night I finished up these wool socks.
And tonight I am finishing up these mittens.
Over the weekend I treated myself to these cups, four in all.....two of each style.
Handpainted with bees flying up the side. I just fell in love with them.
I guess you could say that I am amusing myself from this moment to the next.
That helps me to stay in the now, and let go of what doesn't belong to me.
Tonight, walking Roy, I saw this rusty old gate, chained shut. It caught my eye, and got me thinking about how we get 'locked' into old patterns.
But there's always a new horizon, and another day to get it right.