Oh my goodness … 2014, what a year you are shaping up to be! Almost four months past and I’ve barely caught my breath. Now tonight, here I sit in my layers of wool and sheepskin slippers. The bed is laden with blankets and quilts. The rain patters outside. Summer has well and truly finished. Autumn never really arrived … or if you caught glimpses, I must have been deep inside the emergency room of the children’s hospital and missed them completely … and now it’s almost gone. And I’ve not popped my head in here for ages!
In fact, this is the third night I’ve sat down to write, but then I’ve thought … well, what on earth have I got to say? I’ve been lurching from one chaotic period to another. Nothing much has progressed on the crafty front. No show and tells ready and prettily photographed :sigh:
Then I decided to empty the camera card and what did I find? Empty camera card? Evidence of chaos? A visual reminder of what happens when you are frantically writing up one university assignment after another, whilst working full time in a completely new and unusual environment with a massive team of nurses and doctors that seem to completely change with each shift, accompanied by a husband who’s overseas working for a month, a wonderful Mummy who steps into the breach and keeps Bootville running, followed by a dear old grandad who suffers a terrible stroke and needs us by his side quickly and a darling old grandmother who doesn’t know what their life holds for them next? Is that what’s on the camera card?
No, not really. Instead, there are glimpses – here and there – some more weeks than others – of a life that is still being lived with good cheer. There’s been lots of keeping close to the ones I love, birthdays celebrated, an endless appreciation for the old, battered and quirky, a never before experienced explosion of autumnal knitting, a coming together of quilts – old and new, a treasured opportunity to hold my Grandad’s hand whilst he rests in hospital, beautiful hours sitting with my Nanny whilst we knit together and ponder what may come next, a very special opportunity to rekindle a close relationship with a dear aunty, a much appreciated trip to a favourite beach, tablecloths turned into skirts, an adored friend visiting for Easter, wee dolls being needlefelted, moments of sunshine in the garden …
Yes … it would seem that whilst I have been away from here for a very long time – the longest ever I think! – and spent many, many hours at the early and late ends of the day caring for little people and their families; the spirit of Bootville lives on, and the goodness that makes up our crazy, busy, love-filled, creative lives gets squeezed into the corners no matter how fast the time flies.
And that’s so good. See you tomorrow – yes?