Time to Read

One unfortunate side-effect of growing up seems to be reduced time available for the simple pleasure of reading. Too many other things competing for time and attention, including an increased appreciation for sleep.

Reading’s one of those hobbies I once read was a bad one to write on CVs – something to do with it being a solitary activity which doesn’t really show such good qualities as teamwork and sociability. On the other hand, it does show your ability to read. Being literate is quite a useful thing, after all.


But back to the time-issue.  I remember when I was in my final year of primary school, my teacher questioned whether I really had begun and finished Pride & Prejudice in one day. Well, evening, really. She’d set me a reading challenge of about thirty new books, which I completed in a month, and P&P was one of the books I’d chosen. Most of the books I read were similarly “grown-up”. I read one a night. Aged eleven.

Quite simply, I was awake until after midnight most nights, sucked into new worlds, unable to sleep the story was over. Sleeping wasn’t nearly as important.

These days, though, I can just about manage a short story or a chapter before I fall asleep. It’s a very sad state of affairs. I also tend to be fussier than I was. If something doesn’t grab me in the first chapter or so, I put it down.

Limited time means limited patience. Fortunately for Poe, short stories are rarely long enough to bore, it’ll just take me far longer than I would like to finish the collection.


The Kitten in the Threads


It’s an accepted truth that a cat left with a ball of wool will unravel and tangle it into knots you can’t undo. At least, not without vast amounts of time and patience.

Currently it feels a little like a kitten has got into the threads of my life, throwing everything into disarray and causing far too many problems, even for such an optimist as me. On the other hand, the undoing of the tangles might actually help me to work out what I’m doing with my life and what I want to do. We’ll see.


(I hadn’t realised quite how pale the thread was!)

The Kitten in the Threads. He’s destined for a birthday card.

On the stitching front of my plans this year, I intend to make all the cards I send, and to complete a “large” project each month, chosen from my CrossStitcher. At the moment, it seems as if I’m just making a long wish-list of projects. So I’m going to attempt to make a dent in it…Watch this space!

Looking Forward

In order to look forward, you need to take a second to look back. To see where you are and how you got there, and where to go next.

The end of one year and the beginning of the next is a good time to take that pause.

Me, apparently I took the whole of December as a pause for this blog. I still haven’t quite decided what’s going to happen to it for 2016, and nor have I any resolutions to help me, except simply to write more.

And to read more. Starting with Edgar Allen Poe, since I was gifted a lovely edition of his complete works for Christmas. I’ve been meaning to read him for a while, one of a long list of authors whose works I feel I ought to read. My only experience of Poe is The Tell-Tale Heart, read in school. I don’t remember all that much – it was a long time ago.

So my New Year begins with Poe and my notebooks. Hopefully I’ll work out what happens with the blog this year in between the two.

In the mean time, Happy New Year, and may your 2016 be all you hope.