The last time we saw the protagonist of this blog, she was happily thinning apples to the music held on her shiny little iPod, Jayne. Well, gentle reader, it has been… a memorable few weeks for the protagonist. There was a difficult decision that had to be made, and one that was out of her hands. In short, the black dog made a grand entrance, and we now find her in the very windy city of Wellington. On a stormy and bleak Midsummer’s Day. Just the way things should be in this particular city…
Well, it’s been a rough few weeks. I will say more as time progresses and the manic panic settles down. (A day shopping in the driving rain and copious amounts of tea can only do so much, but it’s a start). But, the manic panic is still there. Once again I find myself trying to figure out how I managed to get so many amazing friends – countries and time zones be damned! The best thing to come out of what has been a year in limbo is that I can start over completely in 2011. What I will be doing and where is still floating around up in the ether, but Things now Can and Will Be Done.
So. I’ve found myself in Wellington, looking for a job, deciding what it is I want to be now that I need to grow up, and panicking about a number of things, up to and including how Christmas has snuck up on me. And realizing, in a downpour and watching a couple of guys do somersaults off Jervois Quay that I can actually start going through that book list I’ve been keeping for the past 6 years. When I can find it. (I’m pretty sure by now some of you have guessed what one of the bombshells was…)
And once I get shawl #10 finished, I can look forward to s62011, and making socks next year. I have all this yarn from several yarn clubs now, and I’m sure my mother won’t complain if I’m knitting socks instead of shawls. 😉
So? What have I been up to, apart from numbly trying to figure out what to do with my life? This may sound a little blasé, but those who know how organised I like to be may realise the full extent of the chaos that has just hit me. If I don’t laugh I’ll cry. Oh wait… never mind. Right. Where was I?
Before the meltdown, I was thoroughly enjoying my time in Tasman Bay.
I’d been to the Twenty20 cricket…
Walked around Nelson, the Motueka markets and an A&P show…
Been out to the pretty beaches (in the rain)
Had fun swinging from ropes into the river…
And knitted a hat in a few hours. I seriously love this pattern.
But it was a stunning place to escape to. And I’m sure I will escape there a few more times in the future. I mean. Look at this.
It was fantastic to be there, get a tan, listen to music and begin to attempt to switch my brain off for a while. I think I’ve started to at least get it to stop over-thinking things. Actually… No, I lie. That’s a work in progress. But, I can now not think for small period of time. I think the Fearless Hostess can at least be proud of getting me that far down the path of Zen and the art of apple thinning.
For now, I’m about to go brave the gale force winds and to do something about getting an external hard drive and possibly another cup of tea.
You know. I think I like this city. I’d forgotten that.