The question was posed of what we did before, during and after. Well for some members here, you will know that back in the not so distant past, my passion was altitude. Plenty of altitude. Spent my weekends on the dropzone packing and cooking on Saturdays and jumping on Sundays. Skyvans, Twin Otters, Nomads, Cessnas, Bell Jet Ranger Helicopters, Hot Air Balloons, anything than could get me up and I was in it...then out of it. That part of my life is over and now I knit. Somewhat of a difference, one might say. Sometimes I also rage at what my physical life is now...sometimes I too feel like Eleanor Rigby...wearing the face that I keep in a jar by the door. Put on the happy face, put on the peaceful face, put on whichever face is needed for that day...perhaps the compliant, brave. cancer lady one today dear? And sometimes I just let it all out and I do it here. Here because it's a safe place to do it. I don't freak my family out and cause them further despair, I vent here where by brothers and sisters in arms get it. They get that sometimes that pressure cooker valve just has to let of steam, or else it is going to explode off that lid and fly through the ceiling and the contents of that pot are going to follow in a steaming, gushing blast, scalding all who are in that kitchen. So if sometimes I put down my Nanna needles and let my tongue loose for a bit of a trot, please allow that to happen freely.
