At least, that’s how I felt Saturday morning when my Dad called at 8:00 a.m. to wake me up and tell me that my Aunt B had had a major stroke. I spent the better part of the day at the hospital with my Aunt B and and an influx of her children. After I left the hospital, I proceeded to have a major breakdown. Luckily, I recovered by the end of the day. My aunt, however, is taking a much slower road, but she is most definitely recovering. I come from a long line of women who are fighters and my aunt is no exception. She’s paralyzed on the left side of her body, but she does have some movement and I do believe they will begin some serious physical therapy tomorrow, when she’s transferred to the Rehab Foundation. This is very good news for the whole family…Whew…every step in the direction of recovery is a good one.
In knitting, I finished the jester hat. Stupid Kitchner’s Stitch. It took me two days to get it right, but once I figured out what I was doing wrong, it was a breeze. Grrrrr. My sock is slowly progressing. I tried to start on Womb last night, but it is much more tricksy than I anticipated. Who knew trying to knit 6 stitches in the round on 3 dpns would be so hard? The worst part is that I can’t tell if I’m twisting the stitches not. Of course, having trouble staying awake did not seem to help matters either. I will need to meditate and try again this weekend. I do believe I will be starting on a scarf for myself tonight. This morning’s frigid temperatures when walking Bear has given me that needed incentive to get cracking. Scarf, then hat. Felted bag can wait…
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