Congratulations, my fellow Americans. You have health care. I don’t know much about the bill because, frankly, it all goes over my head. Speaking, however, as one who has enjoyed the benefits and suffered the pitfalls of socialized health care I can say, categorically, it doesn’t suck. It puts you in the drivers seat of your own health care, which is not altogether a bad thing.
Thank you, knitsibs, for all your warm, wonderful get-well-soon-and-have-you-tried-insert-craft-here? messages of support this week. They’ve made me feel better, but also made me realize that I am being a big baby. Yes, my shoulder hurts, but at least I have arms, and so I hereby swear and/or affirm that I am pulling up my socks, putting on my Big Girl Panties and getting on with it. This will not become a Whining Blog. Let’s have some fun.
This week’s M3 video is too big, in more ways than one, for the little multi-media box on the home page. The band is Okay Go, the song, This Too Shall Pass, seems appropriate for today.
Sara wrote this week asking what was up with my barn.
Remember my barn? That’s it, up there on the right. It’s still there, and thank you for asking. Still empty. Still not mine. I learned to paint buildings this week, and think I may capture my barn in watercolours one fine day, for posterity.
I’ve moved on a bit, and am now dreaming of a self-build project. I’d like to live in a spiral-shaped straw bale house, with lots of south facing windows. It needn’t be large, but it must have plenty of built-in a bookshelves, and a small amount of land where I can grow veg, and keep chickens, and maybe bees, and where it never rains ’til after sundown. Scratch that last part. I’d have to leave Wales to get that.
Mary wrote today asking, ” Whatever happened to the Knitter’s University you were looking into setting up? Really, really ambitious project.”
As it happens, the work on this project has been ongoing for the past year. It’s been a process, growing bigger than I ever imagined it would be; at times paralyzingly so. That nasty inner critic, she’s as bitchy as a Project Runway designer. I haven’t managed to make her shut up, but I have stopped paying attention to her, mostly. And the project, my School of Creative Knitting (SOCK) has become a magnum opus. I look forward to sharing it with you.