I have a rare quiet 45-minute chunk of time this morning and
thought:  ah ha, I’ll write a blog
post.  So I sat at my computer
and…and…and…I got nothing.

Oh, I have lots thoughts swirling around my brain – they are
just about non-knitting.  Family
gathering plans for next week, kids-coming-home-from college travel
arrangements, paperwork that has be get done before the family-gathering and
the kids-coming-home, a dinner date, a funeral, personal-maintenance
appointments (due to the family-gathering), and a grocery list that isn’t going
to write itself. 

And if I can shove all that aside, there’s still
Christmas.  Card lists, gift lists,
baking lists, theater tickets, decorating schedule, travel arrangements.  George and I sat down and made a pre-emptive
strike on Christmas this week and… (okay, I did not mean that exactly the way
it probably sounded — I mean that we sat down and plotted out December) and
the larger pieces of that discussion are still dominating my mental radar.

So, although I am knitting along in the usual fragmented
fashion (a little lace gusset here, a nice twisted rib sleeve there, a pink
brioche gauntlet that makes the family raise their eyebrows and murmur behind
my back), I just cannot pull my focus around to writing about knitting.

So, the question is: 
Why post at all?

Well, firstly because Sarah has threatened to break into my
blog and post for me if I let it go
too long – she says she will title it: 
Why I Like To Have 5 Balls Of Yarn Hanging From My Needles.  And since she thinks I am demented that way, I am just being
prudent in thwarting her on this one.

But mostly, I am posting today because I figure other
knitters are going through the same kind of the-Holidays-are-upon-us stress and
I just wanted to say, hey, I’m there with you, sisters (and brothers, of course
– although I suspect our knitting brethren don’t quite get the avalanche of
extra Holiday duties that we ladies do).

Quite truly, I love Thanksgiving and I love Christmas.  And I am well aware that it is the bounty of
my blessings (my family and friends, my work and my craft, my home and my cats)
that is making me kind of crazy just now. 
So, it’s all good – and perhaps being coherent is over-rated. 

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!