It was disastrous.
Knit one, purl one ribbing was beyond me. I started over more times than I could count. It became something of a joke on my hallway, how hard I tried and how little I had to show for the effort.
But I stuck with it. And then, one day, everything clicked.
I've been a damn good knitter ever since.
Over the years, I've seen this pattern occur more than once. The things that start out the worst often end up the best.
I'm hoping that will be the case with 2011.
Because so far this year has SUCKED.
After an excruciatingly long flight, I returned home to a broken gas line. No gas. No heat. No hot water. No clean sheets. No clean towels.
And then I promptly got the flu.
Fortunately, Laurie has the gas line repairs under control. I'm hoping to have heat and hot water tomorrow. And our assistant Elysse brought me Gatorade and Saltines. And chicken soup that can be microwaved, since, y'know. NO STOVE.
I haven't worked my way up to the chicken soup yet, but the Saltines are keeping me semi-functional. If had just a little more energy I would write an ode to Saltines. Is there a better food when you're sick? I think not.
But I digress.
What I'm trying to say is this: Get your act together, 2011.
The sooner the better.
By this time next year I want to be looking back and saying, "2011. That was a damn good year."