Wool as therapy

The week started so well.  The sun was shining; I packed up a big picnic and we headed to Stratford Park in Stroud.  It's one of our favourite spots - loads of space for running and kicking balls as well as swings and things for the littlest boys, a lovely walk through the trees to a little lake and a wonderful  museum.  We stayed in the open grassy area this time, and I even managed to read a page or two of "The Mysterious Benedict Society".  I also read it out loud for a while, and now the two biggest boys are reading it too, so it has three bookmarks in it.  It was a wonderful afternoon, really relaxing.  The kind of day when you forget the stresses and strains of every day life.

And then came Tuesday.  I spent most of the day battling with technology.  The internet, new email addresses, new ISPs, changes here, changes there, notifying people of things.  And on and on.  Fast forward to today.  I'm partway there, but there are still some terrible glitches - I can't view any blogspot blogs (horror!) and I've struggled to get any photos onto this blog.  I have contemplated moving to one of those communities that live completely unplugged.  Honestly, sometimes I would just like a simple existence of homemaking, sewing, growing. 

In search of something a little slower but possibly just as infuriating I am planning a little crochet.  I remembered there was some wool...

With or without the pink and yellow, I can't decide.

I'd like to link to the blanket I'm planning, but until I can sort out the blogspot thing it's not possible.  I'm just hoping that it will be a calming, happy thing.  If not, I will just throw it through the hole in the window made by the laptop, as it's almost certain that will be heading that way very shortly.



Wish me luck with the hooking.  Until next time, xx