So it's 1746 on December 31, 2010. Just over six hours till 2011. I sit here wondering just quite what to wrote.
I've seen some great collages of finished works. I've done more than I thought, much of it lace, but haven't made a collection to show today. I'm pleased with the lace I've done, quite a few shawls and some patterns like Brandywine and Brangian have been done several times. I've given away quite a bit including one Brangian to a friend in Christchurch who was badly rattled by the earthquake. Quite severe aftershocks are still being felt there. She described it as a wonderful hug. Other things have gone to another friend in Mallacoota. It's been very cold there and she came from Queensland so felt it acutely. grandchildren and family have received gifts. I gave a Travelling Woman small shawl in cashmere and merino to a doctor friend from Aberdeen, Scotland who was visiting here for several weeks. She emailed me saying how lovely and warm it was. She returned home to the big freeze in Scotland and was snowed in for quite a while. A shock to the system from being here. I've found giving stuff away even more than I normally do has been a real help to me.
I'm now enjoying knitting lace and feel lost without something on the go in lace. That's a big change from a couple of years ago when lace and laceweight yarn scared me.
Knitting however has been an adjunct to the year's activities. Like some others I known in the online knitting world, this year has been somewhat less than stellar for me. I pulled myself together enough to initiate proper divorce proceedings. That took quite a while and a lot of personal angst. I knew it had to be done but signing the papers was difficult.
The day the divorce order was made was the day I learned that my sister's breast cancer was back. First diagnosed in 1997, January, it has returned four times. She's also had a total reconstruction and a reduction in the other breast to match. So there was more surgery then. However a spot was found on her lung, possibly a secondary cancer. She came home from hospital on Christmas Eve after a very harrowing operation to remove that spot. She thought she was prepared but the pain was far worse than she could imagine. She has an 8" scar under her shoulderblade on the back and several broken ribs as well. She's still on morphine.
The house I'd lived in for over thirty years was sold at the end of October. I went to one of the inspections and was utterly horrified at the place. Stuff everywhere and the bathroom was sickeningly dirty. The agent said the house had been worse when he saw it the first time. My ex-husband seems to have remarried very shortly after the divorce was finalised. Not even his sons were told. I'm past it. It actually really doesn't bother me. Good luck to her.
Mum's lovely home at Dural was put on the market not long before Christmas. It's not sold yet, but it was an emotional blow to me.
So the New Year starts soon, very soon. I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking for a place to buy but can stay here till I find the right place. It's time to move on. Fresh start, fresh things to buy just for me. I have adequate linen and bedding and some kitchen things and a good dinner service. Lounge suite, refrigerator, washer, dining table, mundane stuff like brooms and mops. All will be new. It's exciting to think about and will be better when I do it.
I've learnt a lot about myself from all this although I won't subject you to having to read my discoveries and am confident I will cope just fine. I have experienced tremendous support. Many knitters and other cyber friends have become friends in real life and those who can't be that because of distance have been amazingly supportive. Emails, gifts, encouragement by the bucket load have come my way. Thank you. I have greatly appreciated every gesture, no matter what it was.
My family have been invaluable. I could not detail how much support my sons, the girls and my grandchildren have been. Each has made a different contribution - housing, advice,support, hugs and gifts from the littlies, my eldest grandson, eleven, soothed and comforted me after unexpectedly meeting my husband at the house during an inspection. DILs who refused to let me go to meetings and court by myself and more. Husband should not have been there but away for that time. Grandson was very comforting, a role an eleven year old really should not have had to play. I have a friend whom I've known since the mid-1980s and he's stepped in too. A strong shoulder to cry on, words of kindness and wisdom, he's a chaplain. We've been to movies and lunches and it seems he rings just when I need someone my age to speak to.
So I'm looking forward to the year ahead. One son at Christmas gave me good wineglasses and champagne flutes for a toast. Another gave me some really good cast iron pots etc in bright red, very cheerful. So I'm ready for a toast. In just seventeen days my bank account will be credited with more money than I've ever had access to in my life. I'll have important decisions to make but will get there. I've proved that by this year.
So lift your glasses filled with your drink of choice and here's to the new year!