I finally finished the afghan I've been knitting for 2 months. it's wasn't hard, just large...and because it is large, I couldn't take it on trips. Somtimes I knit on planes, but not this time.
Day after tomorrow I head to Germany, flying to Luxembourg through Zurich...long trip, always, but a treat to see my granddaughter and her family there. I'll be carrying a suitcase full of Christmas gifts. No homemade afghans! Too bulky!
I was impressed this weeknd by Gail Godwin's essay in the NY Times Book Review: "Working on the Ending".. She is, it appears, just my age—73—and begins paragraphs in this essay with statements like, "Inevitable for the old writer is the slowdown of word retrieval.".....to which I can relate (and so can anyone who has heard me tell an anecdote dotted with pauses and: "What's the word I'm looking for?") ...but she follows it with the reassuring "...a consolation prize of word delay has been an increased intolerance for the threadbare phrase." It's true. When you work more slowly, looking for words, you no longer toss off the easy overworn phrases.
She also says—and this made me chuckle—"Now I do a lot of lying around." I can relate to that, too, and to her observation that the lying-around time is not simple sloth but is actually productive (as is a long shower, incdentally) ...a period when the brain is actually at work, though the legs and hands and mouth may be taking some time off....