Sylvia's Journal

Now that I am not so busy anymore, picking up my writing seems doable again, a routine I must pick up like a (knitting) stitch that has fallen so far that is has created a ladder. This is the ladder I plan to climb up to the top again, to resume my knitting in the round.

I did get some nice yarn for Christmas from Sita, a Christmas that we celebrated on the 8^th of January due to various omicron complications in overlapping pods.  I looked through my knitting books as if I was a cook looking for a great dish to cook – challenging but doable. I picked something that is doable when all is quiet, and you can count stitches without being distracted. But not doable if you have two dogs, two grandkids and 5 adults around you who are talking with each other, conversations I am interested in, or worse, asking me questions. I started about 10 times, each time unraveling the complex pattern and starting over again. 

And then, on the day everyone was leaving, I tripped over accumulated stuff in our small entrance hall, I fell and broke several small bones in my right (good) hand, where my 4^th and 5^th digits are connected to my hand. It’s called a ‘boxer’s fracture’ and is apparently a quite common hand injury – people either lash out to someone like a boxer would, or non-boxer’s trying to break a forward fall. 

So here I am, not being able to knit and with a right hand that cannot do everything it/I want(s) to do. Luckily it could have been worse, and I can use my right thumb, index and middle fingers, so typing is possible as well as picking up light things.