KADHD---coming to a Knitter near you!

One thing is clear...I have two many projects started....UFO's, if you will.  Why is it that I can be perfectly content working on a project....And then, BOOM!  I start searching for something different, looking at everything around me for inspiration?  I like to think of this as KADHD---Knitting Attention Deficiency Hyperactivity Disorder.

For example, I have a lovely Honeycomb Throw, being knit for my mother, on the needles; I am not even sure when I started it, unless i look at my Ravelry notebook.  My goal was to complete it for Christmas this year.  I really don't think I will be able to accomplish this goal, as I still have at least 80% left to knit.  Not to mention, the Ondas baby blanket I am knitting, that needs to be done before October, as the bundle of joy it is being created for will be here by then.

And lets not forget, the pair of socks, of which, only one is complete; or the finger-less mitts for my sister (only one done), and the long list of projects I am itching to start!

So what is the solution to Unfinisheditis?  I am not sure, but as I type this, two of my current projects are staring at me....I hope they don't attack!

What a difference a year makes.......

Wow, so much has happened this last year.  I am hoping to be able to write more this year, a lot more.  Last year was a really rough one for me.  I experienced a really personal loss, that I don't know if I will ever be the same again.  My grandfather, Daniel, died.  My mother's father, he was the only grandfather I knew, my dad's father passed away before I was even a twinkle in an eye.

My grandfather was an amazing man.  Yes, I know, everyone says that, but really, he was.  He was an original.  He was so talented and gifted; a welder, electrician, handyman, and not to mention, a hero to me and my cousins.  He worked for the same company for 55 years, starting after he returned from the Korean War as a mechanic, jack of all trades to a body man (he worked on cars) to manager and after he retired (twice) he was there during the summer months, just taking care of whatever needed to be done.  Mind you he was 82 when he passed away and worked until he was 81.  Not easy for a man who was suffering from a terminal illness.

Well, anyway, right around this time of year my grandma and him would be coming back from a winter stay in Florida.  This year, it will just be grandma.  But that is okay, it will be one day at a time.  We must remember that grief is like the ocean, you need to lean into the waves or you will get knocked down.