State of your year
Write up a mid-year “State of My Year” post.
Another prompt from 365 Days of Writing Prompts
This year has involved more time away from home without hubby than usual. I spent a week away in the winter and another in the spring. I have written at length about my adventures in the spring already – three posts about the UK Blog awards.
I have recently arrived home after another week away.
My blogging became too time-consuming early in the year, but I continued to keep to a frequent posting schedule until early in June, when I finally admitted that you can have too much of a good thing; I reduced my posting frequency from daily to three times a week and am watching the statistics with interest.
My craft projects have included sweaters for the grandchildren, hats, a crocheted waistcoat and an owl, which I began at craft group and completed at home. It escaped the camera and now resides with a friend of mine. I have also made a cushion and cover to find a use for a piece of canvas-work I stitched a while ago. My current project is a woolly for myself. (Hubby doesn’t like wearing knitted garments.)
One enjoyable surprise was when I went into a tent belonging to a wildlife charity to shelter from the rain and learned lots of new things about local creatures. A crowd gathered and I’m sure everyone heard something that was new to them.
I have joined a writers’ group, continued with my activities in the local community and had some outings either with hubby or friends. Apart from a nasty virus in the spring, I have been blessed with good health.
As well as reading blogs, I have read a number of books. I have learned to play some new pieces on the piano – the Christmas present I was happiest to receive was a copy of two pieces by Peter Maxwell Davies. Other musical activities have included singing in the church choir – singing an anthem most weeks as well as hymns – and another choir with a summer concert earlier this month.
I have been fortunate in meeting new people including some writers and musicians.
A strange experience was when my son took me with his wife and their two children to a garden centre I last visited before he was born. Had I been blind-folded for the journey I should not have recognised it!
I have just returned from a holiday with Mum and I am looking forward to a reunion next month with a group of people I have not seen for more decades than I care to specify. After that, who knows what the year will bring?