Sanna's Bag

“I never seem to have what I need when I need it. I’m going to make a belt-bag that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside, and just carry everything with me.”

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

hoodie sans pocket

Is this not just the perfect sweater for a six-year-old boy who will be playing in the woods? It's so loud, you can practically hear it and God knows it's easy to see. I bought yarn before I got the pattern and have a skein extra. Can't decide whether to return it, or knit a matching hat for dad. Hmmm - dad wears "gimmee" hats. (You go to the the John Deere dealer and say, "gimmee hat" and they give you a ball-cap with the green deer on it. Or you go to the feed store, or you go to the auto-parts dealer . . .) and I don't know how to knit a cap with a bill on it.

On the other hand, I bet there are kids in the orphange who could use a nice warm orange hat. And I didn't save the receipt anyhow. It's hard to take yarn back to the store. It crys when I try.

Thanks to all of you who have offered such wonderful advice about the quit-writing-and-go-to-work plan. I feel wrapped in care and affection. And you have given me a lot to think about. Yes, if we cut back on our high-flying lifestyle,(yearly cruises) we could get along relatively comfortably on the current retirement funds, unless the unexpected happens. And there's no way to plan for the unexpected. (Will an asteroid hit the earth? No ammount of planning will help with that one. Will a truck hit me on the bridge tomorrow? How can you plan for that?) Do you forego all current pleasures to make sure there's lots of money socked away for the future, or do you gather those rosebuds while you may and make hay while the sun shines?

We took our first cruise for our honeymoon. While on that cruise, we met several older couples who were unable to do much because one of them was in a wheelchair or on an oxygen tank or had impaired vision. And they all said, "We always wanted to travel, but we waited till we felt we could afford it. Then John had his stroke (or Martha broke her hip) and we realized that if we wanted to enjoy life, we'd better get started. but now we can't dance, and most of the food is forbidden on our diets, and the wheelchair won't go onto the beaches. Enjoy yourselves while you're young. there's lots of time to sit quietly at home when you're old and tired."

So there's the question. Live like a grasshopper, or live like an ant? Or, like a spider, should I spread my white lace tablecloth on the lawn and wait for the picnic to come to me?


  • At 9:01 AM , Blogger Willow said...

    You and I are "of an age" as my cousin says. J and I are in the exact same place as you are. We are currently having the same discussions. What has hit us in the face is whether we want to use the rest of our lives to throw $ at a huge mortgage just so we can live in a certain place or give the illusion we are living a certain way. Write down your life goals, have dh do the same and then compare. It leads to all sorts of amazing discussions and decisions...

  • At 1:19 PM , Blogger lyssa said...

    See if you can find a balance that lets you keep doing what you love! Of course, if you find a job that you also love, that's a way to make it work...but slogging through the next twelve years doesn't sound like a lot of fun.

  • At 1:49 PM , Blogger Lucia said...

    That's a tough one. I wish I could wave a magic wand and make you a bestselling author.

    I agree that you could have waaay too much fun with food working at Safeway.

  • At 2:12 PM , Blogger Wannietta said...

    Kerwyn & I aren't vacation people. I think that I will become one once the kids are older though!! We don't live extravagantly but we have nice comforts - and I have my yarn & stuff, so I'm happy to stay around home.

  • At 8:24 PM , Blogger Pat K said...

    And you've all heard me on this subject, as well. I say, enjoy it while you can! (This from a woman putting in twelve and thirteen hours a day at work.

  • At 3:32 AM , Blogger geosmythe said...

    This is the time to have your own life.

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  • At 3:43 PM , Blogger Amy Lane said...

    We live like grasshoppers... because we just can't bear not to take the little locusts to dizzyland...

    And we joke about the quality of cat food we'll be able to afford to feed ourselves when we retire.

    Right now, it's fancy feast...a little more socked away, and we might be able to afford cans of chili--huzzah!

    Excellent sweater...I need to work on one for my Cave TRoll...he needs some knitterly attention.

  • At 7:46 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    The difficulty here is to walk the middle ground, without straddling the fence.

    A samurai once asked Zen Master Hakuin where he would go after he died. Hakuin answered 'How am I supposed to know?'
    'How do you know? You're a Zen master!' exclaimed the samurai.
    'Yes, but not a dead one,' Hakuin answered

    The ways to the One are as many as the lives of men.

    My prayers be with you. If you figure this one out let me know the answer.


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