One day at a time

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'.
oh dear.

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.