Well, I got through the weekend reasonably well - except for the lunch on Saturday, so we'll see how I do with this week.
Finished a cross stitch item - picture hopefully next blog - and I've pulled the threads for the next project. These are for 'thank you' gifts, so I have to keep working on them.
Found a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins that I like. He's not the easiest poet to read, but I LOVE the way he uses the English language.
Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee:
Not untwist--slack they may be--these last strands of man
In me or, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;
Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me
Thy wring-world right foot rock? lay a lionlimb against me? scan
With darksome devouring eyes my bruised bones? and fan,
O in terms of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avoid thee and flee?
Why? That my chaff might fly; my grain lie, sheer and clear.
Nay in all that toil, that coil, since (seems) I kissed the rod,
Hand rather, my heart lo! lapped strength, stole joy, would laugh, cheer.
Cheer whom though? The hero whose heaven-handling flung me, foot trod
Me? or me that fought him? O which one? is it each one? That night, that year
Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.
17 hours ago