Life's a Stitch

Can you imagine us years from today...

1975:

2010:

  

I don't know what it is about these pictures makes me so emotional. Rosie and I have known each other since 3rd grade and a lot of life has happened in the 35 years between these photos. Maybe that's it. All that potential, all that life experience. It's a bit overwhelming and I'm thankful we're friends. 

Holy St.Christopher, Batman...

Holy St. Christopher, Batman, the plane only had 18 seats. Every seat an aisle seat and every seat had a window. Even the seaplane I've taken to Vancouver Island is twice the size. That's what you get when you buy cash plus miles tickets. I figure the cash went to the real jet we had from Vancouver to Toronto and the miles were applied to the propellor job we took the rest of the way to a family East Coast trip. I momentarily considered a sitting meditative stance but I didn't want to unclench my intertwined hands or doubly crossed legs. Half way into it, flying through yellow grey tinged storm clouds, the captain makes an announcement. Over the din of the engines I caught the gist. "Bad luck, folks........bumps........fasten seat belts." How do fluffy clouds produce such big bumps? I observe the pilot utilizing his "oh shit" handles. Comforting. I've obviously lived to tell the tale, vowing different future travel arrangements, nerves assuaged by an astute sibling serving wine. Good times ahead. Stay tuned for further vacation adventures. Apologies for IPad formatting difficulties.

My sky

I think I insulted the guys at my dinner table tonight when I commented that the sky was the best entertainment all evening:

Those were all in the same evening. It drove me crazy once, visiting Phoenix, where there were walls around single story homes. I need my distant orientation. My mountains and my sky.  

Continued

"Did I really knit you?" I asked Marina. Was I really capable of something so complicated? Where did my brain go? Was my vision good enough to digest that chart? Was it just five years ago? Scary. I've been working on this so long it's looking worn as a well loved teddy bear.

It took half a day to find the pattern, the yarn and to pick up the rest of the sleeve stitches. I'm ready to go, but haven't had a solid block of time to muster up the required concentration. My knitting devil sits on one shoulder tempting me to turn Marina into a vest. But the angel always wins. So far.

It's a holiday and I'm not going to do anything

Today is Canada Day, the Canadian reasoning for a July day off, and off I'm taking. In fact, due to its proximity to the weekend, I took an extra day for a total of four days off in a row. As timing would have it, C has to work the same four days. Still looking forward to it.

My goal for Day #1? No must do's, nothing, nada. No laundry, no paperwork nor fulfilling obligations of any sort. A true day off.

My objectives in achieving that goal?

a. Invite an old friend to visit. Remember Marina?

As happens sometimes in life, I found that time, the wisdom of age and acceptance of differences has erased our major sticking points. I'm ready to pick up where we left off and that involved finishing a premature cutting of the steek to determine there was still a good fit: 

Only obstacle - I have to find the patten with my notes. Never seem find the two in the same room.

b. Spend a bit more time researching GPS's for my other pastime- geocaching. This is a complicated but enjoyable task given our Canadian location and standard maps available on American products.

c. Stay in my jammies all day.

So far, so good. Now I'm off on a pattern hunt.