Tilting at Windmills: Can't wait for morning!

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Can't wait for morning!

Quick post- the thunder and lightning I thought was past is coming back.

I finished Parts 1 & 2 of Aury's Sampler and posted the picture to the SAL board!!!

Details tomorrow after the storm.

YIPPEE!!!!!

5 comments:

Lace-lovin' Librarian ~ Diane said...: Ooh! A stitch-along? I haven't done any counted thread cross stitch in about 15 years, but I found some linen I just had to have last week, so I see some stitching in my future. Can't wait to see how this turns out!; July 12, 2009 at 6:33 AM
Etha said...: You got a pretty good start there! Love that blue box stitch to the left, very neat!; July 12, 2009 at 9:37 AM
Shirley said...: That is so pretty! I haven't had time to do anything but blogs. LOLOLOL Good for you!!; July 12, 2009 at 8:35 PM
Ladytats said...: Very pretty, I haven't done counted cross stitch for a very long time. more then 20 years I think. I think I will stick to tatting. I am interested in your progress on your tatting and what it will look like when you are all done.; July 12, 2009 at 10:44 PM
Soleil de Minuit said...: Thanks for your visit.

I take time to visit your blog. Tatting interest me but for instance I have no time to make it.

My english is badly... but perhaps if I read blogs in this language, I can perfect my english ... Hope, hope !!!-); July 19, 2009 at 6:03 AM

Why "Tilting at Windmills"?

When I started this blog in October 2007, there was a story here about my connection to "Tilting With Windmills". Much of what was in that post no longer applies. Much other of it still does. So, here's the story.

When I was graduating from high school, more than 40 years ago, a group of my friend presented me with a print of Picasso's Don Quixote. They said it reminded me of them.

I get upset when things are wrong, even though getting upset cannot fix them. I dislike people who are cruel or petty or self-serving, and am frustrated that I cannot change them. I fight a daily battle with my health, although I know that every new day is another battle. I have a husband and close friends who support me, even when what I want or believe seems crazy.

So, the comparison with Don Quixote is perhaps an apt one. The story encourages me to take on the battles I see, even the hopeless ones. It reminds me to try to see the best in people. It comforts me that, in the end, even if my actions are futile, they are not meaningless.

I mean to try to continue "to dream the impossible dream".