"Knit on, with confidence and hope, through all crises." - Elizabeth Zimmerman
And so I have. It's been - understatement of the century - a rough week. My father may have improved slightly, but in the big picture, it was not enough, and so the wake is Wednesday and the funeral is Thursday and I'm still not sure exactly what I spent the last three days doing.
Well, I do know, sort of. In between all the Other Stuff, I worked on my quilt, I knitted on a feather-and-fan scarf out of Noro, I finished an eggplant hat for an impending baby and I did a few more rows of my Blackwater Abbey aran. So the hands are busy and maybe my mind will calm down some.
The amazingly invaluable Fool is doing an excellent job of making sure I remember to wear pants, cross with the light and eat three meals a day, even when I don't want to. There is family in town and we are doing all the eccentric things we do (mostly making wise-ass comments in funeral homes, so far), and there are many friends, so in total, matters could be much more difficult than they are.
Today, in an effort to feign normalcy, while out running errands, I stopped at Fringe and bought "No Sheep For You," and am happily devoting three or four brain cells to thinking about spring and the next big project. One of the women working in the shop and I had a nice talk about men's knitting patterns, which I think I will expound on later.
But now, I think it's time to go see why the Fool is yelling at the cat.