The “I’m throwing everything I’ve got at you in one post” version.
Normal blogging to resume soon, I hope. Although, if you’re on Flickr, you’ve seen these pictures already. But I’m trying to keep my blog alive by talking more about life here than on Flickr. I’m not sure it’s working. But I know at least a couple of people who keep in touch with me via the blog and not Flickr. So.
Yesterday J. and I celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary. It’s been a rough 6 years, almost entirely because of the massive shift that getting ill created in our lives. Things like fibromyalgia and Sjögren’s can be sort of there for years (I’ve had symptoms of Sjögren’s since I was a child) but not really kick in until there’s a (usually super stressful) trigger event. For me it was our wedding. Which was completely awful and sort of set the tone for the next six years. There’s been a lot of worry over my health (at one point I was being tested for lupus AND MS) and the whole immigration battle (thankfully DONE). We finally feel like we’re where we should have been six years ago, before the whole health mess kicked in. I mean, I’m still sick but we’re managing so much better than the first few years. During which, to be honest, I was scared shitless.
So to celebrate this new beginning (as it were), we went to Winchester. Had lunch at Dim T (really yummy pork buns), headed to the Bridge St Patisserie for dessert (J. got strawberry cheesecake tart, I got a frosting filled blueberry muffin) and then sat along the River Walk while we munched and drank coffee.
River Walk, heading toward the City Mill. (The patisserie is right around the corner.)
Edible Art Socks. One down, one to go. That’s the problem with socks.
Head For The Treeline Cardigan. While lamenting not knowing what to knit next, Cassiemarie recommended this. I’m just waiting on the Kidsilk Haze to arrive so I can get going.
. We organized a swap (that’s the book part) and she sent me some absolutely glorious Sundara Sock yarn as a complete surprise! Thanks B!
Voices by Ursula Le Guin
Wild Roses by Deb Caletti
A Great And Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray
Grave Sight by Charlaine Harris
Everyman’s Poetry: Christina Rossetti Edited by Jan Marsh
Over the last week I’ve been on a reading frenzy. I do this mostly when I’m blocked. I seem to drown myself in words to keep the fear at bay. Because writing can be very, very scary. I am now on a self-imposed diet of classics. I hope that by not reading fantasy I’ll get my brain to jump start itself.
Listening To: The First Lady of France, Carla Bruni. I have just discovered her music and I have fallen completely in love with it.
Still with me?