First things first: thank you so very much for the kind comments and emails. Monday was a very difficult day, as late that afternoon after several tests they determined that my mother-in-law's cancer has progressed to the point where it can no longer be treated. She will be released to full time hospice care just as soon as they can coordinate it- hopefully before the weekend. Her care at the hospital has truly been phenomenal and we are so thankful for their help as we move to the next stage. It is likely that she only has a few weeks left (they are giving us 2 months at the very outside).
Monday and Tuesday we spent 12+ hours with her at the hospital talking with doctors and hospice, and in between all that we waited. She sleeps a lot right now because every conversation take all of her energy.
Waiting apparently leads to a lot of finishing for me.
I bound off the Omelet shawl last night (no word on when it might be blocked) and I also finally got buttons sewn on my Little Red Cardi. I'm within a couple of rows of finishing my Back-to-School U-Neck Vest as well. I'll share pictures as I have a chance to snap some.
My husband had to go back to work this morning, so the boys and I are also taking the morning to catch up on life a little bit and then I'll head back to the hospital this afternoon and the boys will go hang out with their cousin for awhile.
Thank you again, and I'll be back in this space soon.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Unraveled
I had plans for this month.
This one month vacation from work was meant for spending a lot of time together in the kitchen, swimming every afternoon, reading for as long as we wanted to (because there was nowhere we had to get to on time), and maybe learning a little something new for math.
And I had plans to paint more, to sew and knit without feeling like my creative time was crushed into little pockets of stolen time, to get through closets and collections that have been ignored for the last year in order to simplify by just having less stuff...
But then last week happened and we hit a wall of too many days sitting in a hospital room, trying to walk the halls quietly, little boys being shuffled off to friends and family one too many times.
And even just getting to the every day things seemed like a miracle all week long. Laundry done, cleared kitchen counters, empty trash cans... amazing.
And I found myself overwhelmed all week long by what is happening in that hospital, by what is happening in my home as we show up here pretty much just for a quick meal, a shower and some sleep, by what is happening in my head as I hear that insidious alarm screeching: "This is not in the plans for this week, and now you have so much to catch up on..."
My husband gave me and the boys that gift of "normal time" on Friday afternoon and all day Saturday. (And I did the same for him and the boys on Sunday.) We caught up on the barest necessities of housework (namely clean underwear for all) and then took off to the pool. And even though my brain was pounding with an ever growing list of things that should have been done, I gathered my boys and we talked and cuddled in bed in the middle of the afternoon reading together and watching favorite shows
and playing board games and just being silly together. And while we talked and cuddled and built lego towers I did something that just needed to be done:
It was a perfectly fine sweater, no mistakes, no reason that it sat within 2 rows of being finished for over a year except for the fact that I'd knit it before I knew much about fitting a garment to my actual self (not my imagined self) and it was two sizes too big.
I can't explain it really except that I had the overwhelming sense that ripping out that sweater while drinking hot chocolate and reading The Six Wives of Henry VIII
would restore some balance to me.
I know. It makes no sense, but it was indeed true.
My husband came home after a long day at the hospital to boys tucked quietly in bed and me on the couch ripping a nearly complete sweater down to two skeins of yarn. He took it all in and said,
This one month vacation from work was meant for spending a lot of time together in the kitchen, swimming every afternoon, reading for as long as we wanted to (because there was nowhere we had to get to on time), and maybe learning a little something new for math.
And I had plans to paint more, to sew and knit without feeling like my creative time was crushed into little pockets of stolen time, to get through closets and collections that have been ignored for the last year in order to simplify by just having less stuff...
But then last week happened and we hit a wall of too many days sitting in a hospital room, trying to walk the halls quietly, little boys being shuffled off to friends and family one too many times.
And even just getting to the every day things seemed like a miracle all week long. Laundry done, cleared kitchen counters, empty trash cans... amazing.
And I found myself overwhelmed all week long by what is happening in that hospital, by what is happening in my home as we show up here pretty much just for a quick meal, a shower and some sleep, by what is happening in my head as I hear that insidious alarm screeching: "This is not in the plans for this week, and now you have so much to catch up on..."
My husband gave me and the boys that gift of "normal time" on Friday afternoon and all day Saturday. (And I did the same for him and the boys on Sunday.) We caught up on the barest necessities of housework (namely clean underwear for all) and then took off to the pool. And even though my brain was pounding with an ever growing list of things that should have been done, I gathered my boys and we talked and cuddled in bed in the middle of the afternoon reading together and watching favorite shows
It was a perfectly fine sweater, no mistakes, no reason that it sat within 2 rows of being finished for over a year except for the fact that I'd knit it before I knew much about fitting a garment to my actual self (not my imagined self) and it was two sizes too big.
I can't explain it really except that I had the overwhelming sense that ripping out that sweater while drinking hot chocolate and reading The Six Wives of Henry VIII
I know. It makes no sense, but it was indeed true.
My husband came home after a long day at the hospital to boys tucked quietly in bed and me on the couch ripping a nearly complete sweater down to two skeins of yarn. He took it all in and said,
"Should I ask what happened here?"
And I told him, "All you need to know is that I feel much better now."
And it is definitely being re-knit.
Friday, August 26, 2011
On Hold
I think we've been home for about 5 seconds in the last 3 days. My mother-in-law was admitted to the hospital again on Monday, but all we knew that day was that it meant she would get the fluids she desperately needed and they would try to better figure out her pain issues.
We did not know that we would spend most of the last 48 hours in her hospital room or in the surgical waiting room. All is as well as it can be for now, but now we wait and see how the procedures from yesterday help in the next 72 hours. Thank goodness for the wonderful kindness of family and friends willing to hang with our kids and show them a great time.
We spent this morning at the hospital decorating the room to make it a little more home-like: hanging drawings from the boys, putting out a few important photos, and adding fresh flowers. She's going to be there for awhile, so we wanted to surround her with reminders of the people that love her and things that make her happy.
The boys and I are having a "normal" afternoon today. A little time to recover the house and the laundry, time to play and run, and a regular home cooked dinner. Maybe we will hope for a quiet weekend too?
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Yarn Along
Yarning Along with Ginny (as usual)...
That blob of yellow that looks like nothing much? It's the Omelet- just a few tiny rows shy of completing the lace and then the massive bind off. I can honestly say that I'm not looking forward to it, except that it means I can block it and wear it!
I'm aiming to finish in the next few days so that I can block it over the weekend. Then the lace will open and actually look like something instead of a blob of holey knit fabric.
I'm also knitting along on the Back-To School Vest and have just a bit to finish on the back before I work the neck edging and armholes before calling that one complete too. And the gray Poet's Pullover is in need of just one more 1/4 skein to finish that sleeve. I aim to get to the yarn shop tomorrow so that I might finish that sleeve while we spend time waiting at the hospital this week. I did originally buy enough yarn for the pullover before I started it, but I think some of that wool became socks for my husband while I wasn't thinking clearly about it being "assigned to a project" yarn. PLEASE tell me I'm not the only one who does that sort of thing!
For our reads this week I'm on to Throne of Fire
I did a count of my reads for this year and I'm already at 16 novels. My goal is usually 20, so I think I'll be good to reach it this year. I've been heavily reading YA the last few months but I want to get back to some good historical fiction. I am lacking for titles though! Thoughts?
Monday, August 22, 2011
Gray
Today is gray.
Today is gray, but it doesn't have to be.
:: 3 pints of salsa made this weekend
:: More painting complete (with more coming today!)
:: Down to the last 1/2 of a sleeve and then seaming on my Poet's Pullover.
{and I'm pretty sure I'm a tad short on yarn, so there may be a quick trip to the yarn shop today!}
:: And the beginnings of a shawl chart...
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