|Danger of failing!|
|Trying to find a path|
Ah, existential angst! But this isn't a post about the meaning of life. This is a post about Covid-19 and ways to make meaningful the vacuous lockdown days when you're classed as more vulnerable to infection because of age and health conditions. Pacing grey streets in grey rain hasn't quite the same appeal as in the lighter months. Even my camera doesn't like getting wet. What to do? What to do?
I sent two poems off to two really valuable university projects which are collecting creative responses to the Covid pandemic. More on this another time. But for now, here are the website addresses - Aberdeen Uni Lockdown Lore Collection Project and Universities of Plymouth and Nottingham Trent University (Thank you to Federation of Writers Scotland newsletter compiler A.C. Clarke for this information) This still left long, repetitive days.
You wouldn't think the answer for me now would lie in a crochet hook and wool. A life-time of leftover wool. But at this moment, it does.
It started with a simple chain of six stitches and an end of wool I bought to make a cardigan for a grandchild. Going round in circles, one stitch after another like walking - this perfectly represents for me the endless circling of my thoughts and actions in this grey flat. But now, my fingers are comforted by the textures, my itchy mind is lulled by the repetitive action, and each new colour brings with it memories of baby clothes (mint green - before we knew if she'd be a boy or a girl!) primary school jumpers (strands of grey and navy!) and even the remnants of the vivid yellow wool I bought to crochet a Pokemon amigurumi!
It's four feet in diameter now. (Mathematicians can entertain themselves in these grey days by working out how many rows that is, and how many stitches there might be in that circumference!) I'm going to keep going till it's big enough to have a one-foot overlap on each side of my double bed.
|Four feet diameter now|