Month: March 2020

In the 70’s…

I’m turning 73, a good age all in all.  I do not think of myself as old, older, yes.  But finding myself and hubby classified as at risk in view of the COVID-19 virus has definitely given me pause.  Let me say right off, we are definitely taking all precautions as directed, and given that, staying home is feeling kinda good.

But it has caused a shift in my awareness.  It’s a bit like saying, “oh yeah, that is true.  I am over 70.  I need to pay attention.”  So I am.

This is a time when taking care of ourselves is not selfish or indulgent, but very important.  It is doing our part to fight  this virus to the best of our abilities.  I am thinking of this big time out as a way to slow down, regain some equilibrium, recoup and refresh, and savor the simple, precious things in life.

A brave little flower blooming…

Sausage Sunday…

Maybe martinis?

A snap shot from a while ago…

Whatever “rings your chimes,” whatever makes you smile or laugh, whatever takes you to another place and time (this morning I was having “deep” thoughts about geology and continental shift—don’t ask why because I just think about what shows up…) anyway, whatever it is, it is yours to do.

Let’s keep on keeping on!  Peace and hugs to you all.

 

Thinking out loud

My bird watching bi-nocs….They could come in pretty handy with social distancing.
So far so good at the Corbin’s!
Here in the Seattle area, we are taking this thing seriously, keeping up with the news, restrictions, and health directives.
Keep your spirits up!  That’s important too.

Thinking Out Loud…

First off, Jim and I are hale and hardy in Woodinville.   We are following the healthcare dictates— washing hands to two verses of Happy Birthday (I recommend this!  It makes me happy to sing it out loud.), avoiding crowds, keeping well, and being careful.

Gone undercover…

It is a good time to peruse my photos, and I will admit it, a darn good time to knit.  I will knit anywhere at any time.

There are no two ways about it, I have gone to the yarn side of things. I look forward to new patterns and textures, new yarns—like a kid looks forward to ice cream.
Jim took this picture of me recently as I was reorganizing my knitting stash…it looks like my studio blew up yarn.  Well, it kinda did.  I was in second heaven.

Knitting and yarn got me through the rough times with my arthritic hip and eventual surgery.  Focusing on what was in my hands, and what I was making, took my mind off my pain.  I told Jim, I didn’t use opiates, I medicated with yarn…lots of yarn.

And still, I go from project to project with such pleasure and curiosity. It adds a quiet time to my life, a good way to manage the stressful times we live in.

So does bird watching, water and sky watching.  Getting outside, feeling the cold, the wind, or spritzing rain feels invigorating, and makes me want to get back into cozy and knit.  Wool is my friend.