Life's a Stitch

Rent was good last night despite feeling ill. The nine times I sneezed were at loud points in the play so the only ones who were really disturbed were my own kids sitting directly in front of us. We buy tickets that way, sitting the kids in front of us so that we are not spread out across a long row.

Rent gets you thinking about life and its alternative. This past year or so saw four former co-workers die at an early age (for me that’s 60 or under). Then recently I met a woman whose cancer went into her spine. She explained to me that she really wanted to see Northern British Columbia “before I leave this world.” I thought a lot about it, what would I like to see before I leave this world? Besides seeing family members the only thing I’d like to see is an organized house. Years of three children, full time work and 50 consecutive foreign students have left my house in disarray. Funny thing, my office kind of looks that way, too. I call it task oriented clutter; organized chaos. So, I started. I sorted all my knitting patterns into binders. Barely made a dent. I used to have the policy that any time I brought an item to live at my house I’d have to get rid of an item of equal bulk. That worked until we moved into a larger house and there was space to fill. I’m not giving up, but I have to find a system. Suggestions appreciated.

Now that’s the life:

Knitting progress – the not so interesting black bag in its pre-felted state. I chose to do smaller gussets since the bag was shorter due to a yarn shortage: