The title of this post is courtesy of my friend Roobeedoo. I finally finished the jacket by the Norwegian designer Solveig Hisdal that I started at Christmas 2012. When I began it, the Dafter was nearly completely bedbound, Michael was commuting to Glasgow, and I had yet to prepare our Aberdeen house to put it on the market so we could move to Glasgow. Hence the name I gave it, my New Leaf Cardigan. And here it is:
Finishing this jacket is one of the reasons I haven’t done any blogging in about two weeks! I think it must have taken me at least 50 hours of work. I’ll post about that process another time, for anyone who might be interested.
Generally I have been busy, and also deeply tired. The Dafter has been managing, with ups and downs, to go to school for most of her part-time timetable. This means that four days a week, most weeks, I have an hour or two to do things of my choosing. One of the things I’ve been doing in that time is a wee voluntary job as the music librarian for the three choirs I’m in. At the start of a new season, and with Christmas added into the mix, that’s needed attention. I just love going up to the church and seeing people, and I love being involved and having that very small role.
One of my free slots each week has been taken up with treatment for my frozen shoulder. It is responding, and I have more movement now. I’m relieved, because I absolutely must be able to drive in order for our family to function. I’ve had four treatments and may need another eight (of the Neil Asher Technique). Perhaps one of the reasons that I am feeling so deeply exhausted is that, even with painkillers, I am in quite a lot of pain. I usually wake up in the night with the pain. But it will heal.
I’ve been doing some gardening. I planted up a number of pots with bulbs this afternoon. I love the long-term preparations in gardening: I am already excited about spring!
Katharine Stewart wrote about this sense of promise in her September 24th essay. “So the garden dies graciously, being certain of rebirth. Warmed by this feeling of faith in the future which contact with the garden gives…. Days of stress, sadness or disappointment in any facet of life can be smoothed out as you look at the perfect structure of a flower. You stop and remember that root, stem and leaf have survived frost, snow, gale, every kind of storm or weather. You walk on, gather a sun-warmed strawberry, and realise that growing things give and give.” (p 111 – 113)
I am so very grateful for the slow improvement the Dafter is experiencing with her ME/CFS, and I pray it will continue. She is often able to concentrate for a full class (1 hour 40 minutes), though not always, and while she’s at school I always have my phone nearby me, as she may need to be fetched at a moment’s notice.
Here is a photo from last month of the children. Our Son is enjoying a course he’s taking, which is great. And, just because in my opinion one can never have too many roses, here is a bouquet the garden gave me on a beautiful Indian summer’s day last week:
I wish you all a Happy Autumn, and a good start to the week! (And, as I said in my reply to the comments on my last post, thank you so much for the birthday wishes! I had a lovely birthday.)