Have you read “A Wrinkle in Time” by Madeleine L’Engle? If not, why not? I read it at College and have loved it ever since. I won’t bore you with the details, you can read it for yourselves and make your own decisions but it is a fun and thoughtful, not to say thought provoking, semi educational book with a science background, overlayed with fantasy. And it involves manipulating Time. Capital T.
Anyway, having recently re-read it, I was taken with the idea that the shortest distance between two points is not necessarily a straight line. It’s the tangling that does it. Some days, I go into my craft room and pick up a pen. I tangle and shade and go all over the place in my head and then it’s lunchtime and I don’t know how we got there. But I’m relaxed and at peace with the world and, on occasion, I’ve produced something worth looking at too. And, and you’ll like this, I believe it slows the ageing process. We go into a sort of stasis and don’t age while we’re tangling. In fact, I sometimes wonder if I’m reverting to childhood… (It’s something the loved one has suggested on more than one occasion.) Continue reading “A Tangle in Time”→
Aha, I hear you cry, it’s the new Star Wars robot.
A prototype car, perhaps?
Nope. It’s me. Or rather, it WAS me two weeks ago.
Neurosurgery ward 2 bay 4, bed D at the Royal Hallamshire hospital in Sheffield.
Clearly a big event in my life, since it has kept me from both blogging and tangling for two weeks, so I’m going to tell you aaaaalllll about it. Alright, I won’t, I promise. Just the amusing bits.
It begins a week before the op, when the loved one decided we should do a recce ready for my admission. The hospital is close to the city centre and the university, so traffic is gruesome and parking is a nightmare. Since I was to be admitted at 07.00 for surgery at 08.30, we decided that he would just drop me off at the door and go home to await news when I came out of theatre. So, on a quiet Sunday morning, a week in advance, when traffic would be at its quietest, we did a practice run to find the right entrance and see where he could drop me off. And it went like clockwork – Road B, Day Surgery Entrance – easy peasy. Continue reading “N24D”→