Monday, May 02, 2016
Today I am grateful for yarn. Not the yarn you tell, the yarn you crochet with. If it wasn’t for the basket of yarn I purchased a few weeks ago, I think I might have lost my mind by feeling useless and unnecessary. At least making my silly little dish cloths gave me purpose.
Productivity is important. I believe it is what people in nursing homes ruminate about more than anything. “I can’t see to knit. . .sew. . .draw.” Or, “I miss having my own kitchen and baking.” Or, “I used to do woodworking and make toys, but my hands tremble too much now.” Everyone, young or old, needs a sense of purpose. . .however small that purpose might seem.
This morning I got up early, made a banana bread, had breakfast, a shower and was out the door to meet my friends after the water aerobics class. What a delight. I’m a bit social. Did you notice? Unfortunately I have felt like a grounded teenager lately, with the same snappish attitude. Himself has been great, but I need way more activity and people than I thought I did.
After the gab fest I ran to the CVS, got gas in the car, came home, had lunch, then crashed. . .with three other errands on the list to get done today. They are pushed off to tomorrow. . .or the next day. Oh well. Maybe I’ll yank a skein of yarn out of the basket and crochet another dish cloth to feel a little more useful. . .and necessary. Yup, that’s a sense of purpose right from the chair.