picking up the thread

it's like this.

i read books about three at a time, leaving them in various places and picking them up for a few pages, mixing and matching narrative threads rather haphazardly. i read someone lamenting this google-eyed loss of concentration as a net-based thing, but i've been doing it for years, long before google was a verb, even before altavista offered its exciting views.

the same attitude applies to most of the stuff i do, leaving an awful lot of threads (not balls, luckily) hanging in the air at any given moment. even worse, when i do complete a project, if i want to show it somewhere -- like at this blog -- i feel there should be some order to it. which is quite hard to achieve, given the tangled timelines and, once again, my tendency to distraction.

these threads belong to a jacket i began knitting last year, for my mother-in-law who had just moved to colder climes in india. yes, they do exist, and are absolutely freezing. i brought the knitting there and got something done, but was far from completion at the end of our stay. i then only picked it up before our next trip to india this year. that was when i took a good look at it, said "what rubbish!", and unravelled two thirds of what i had done.

it will therefore be a while before i can present a completed knitted jacket on my blog. but, if both the blogger and the reader can reconcile themelves to a little jumping and time-space tweaking, there may be other stuff up -- faster than you can knit a cow.