Lazing on a sunny afternoon

T'was a glorious autumn day in Melbourne today, and I very unexpectedly found myself having the opportunity to lie in the sun in the backyard, watching and listening to the shimmering leaves of the huge poplar. They glowed against the, uh, sky blue of the sky. It was so poignant I had to take a photo.

I'm glad I still have the capacity to recognise and seize such opportunities (one girl was asleep and the other was amusing herself in the sandpit nearby -- both rather unusual behaviours -- seems we're all behaving unusually lately).

I also found and mourned over the one and only passionfruit which our local rats left behind for us after voraciously annihilating the rest. Bastards.


And I offer a photo of the afternoon sun shining through the curtains of our bedroom.

Why do I get the feeling I'm avoiding the topics of knitting and getting fit?

I have knitted 7.75 cm of Little Angel, and drew up a daily exercise chart today, alright? And I even did some tummy exercises.

My Life is Getting More Exciting by the Minute

In the last couple of days I tidied my computer desk, my craft desk, and my "side" of the kitchen bench. If I hadn't given birth to a baby nine weeks ago, I would be worried I was about to, for this behaviour is HIGHLY unusual.

I am blaming hormones again (although I think Flylady has something to do with it).

Funeral

I went to a funeral yesterday for a gorgeous 21 year old. I cried my eyes out during it, even though I didn't know him very well (he was a work friend) because I felt so sad for his family (mum, dad, sister and brother), because I imagined what it would be like to lose a child or a sibling, and because he was such a uniquely wonderful, warm, genuine person and it is such a tragic loss. He was studying to be a doctor, and was a member of Amnesty International, and involved in some kind of "Medicine against War" thing, as well as some involvement in the Greens. Very conscientious and deep-thinking, and so genuinely caring and interested in people. Very rare.

I don't know whether it is because I have never before known a person so young who has died (in fact, I've known very few people who have died) or if it's hormones, or both, but his death has affected me very very deeply. I can't stop thinking about it and crying.

Pop goes the Cherry

Yes, another boring introduction to another boring blog.

This blog is a trial motivating tool, mainly for knitting, but who knows where this road will take us.

I say "us" because without you, there is no point to this blog. You are the critical reader who will curl her/his lip as day after day the same entry is displayed on your monitor, until you stop checking for updates and/or my account expires.

Now the only way is up.

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So. I have just started a new object -- the "Little Angel" top from knitonthenet.com. I ordered the yarn from thewoolshack.com. This is very exciting for me. I have knitted the first row, and thought I would celebrate by starting this blog. Here is a scanned image of this first row.