I started an intensive physical therapy program this month for an old injury that refused to be ignored any longer. I have taken my knitting with me.
Hello Dear Readers,
This week, I started an intensive physical therapy program to address an old injury that refuses to be ignored any longer. While I've been able to take my knitting with me, I haven't been able to keep in touch with you--hence, the purpose of this blog.
My writing has slowed considerably for now, but I'm not going anywhere. I want to thank all of you for your patience and for your warm wishes. This is the hardest thing I've ever personally taken on...well, maybe it's not fair isle, but you get the picture.
The response I get when I take knitting out of my bag is absolutely amazing--on the rare occassion at therapy where I'm not lying broken on the floor or crying. :o) There are SO MANY knitters and crocheters EVERYWHERE! It's an instant bonding moment when they come on over to talk about yarn, as well as everything else under the sun.
Lesson learned? Sure thing. No matter where I go or what I do, knitters and crocheters are there for me. Thank you for that.
