Last time, it was my father. This time, it is my mother. Most of the past week has been spent waiting for and/or worrying about my mother. She had some pretty serious back surgery this week. This surgery will hopefully give her back some of her mobility and independence. There are a whole lot of issues at work here, but I won’t go into them here because, well, OY!
My mother did come through the surgery ok, thankfully. Now it is a matter of her walking around and doing physical therapy. She is back home now, under the watchful eye of the rest of my family. Being the one that moved away means I can’t participate as much in watching out for them as I would like.
While waiting with my family on Wednesday while she was in surgery. I worked on this:
You knew there had to be another sock coming along if I finished up two pairs in rapid succession. The yarn is from Dragonfly Fibers and the colorway is Starry Night. I am doing the basketweave pattern again. While working on these, one of the women waiting for the outcome of a different surgery came up and asked, “Excuse me, but what are you making?”
“I’m knitting a sock.”
“Do you make all of your socks?”
“Not all of them, but a good number of them. I made these,” raising my pants leg to show the Tannenbaums.
“Look at this, Jack. Isn’t that something?”
It was smile-inducing for me, especially with how someone reacted to my knitting during my last time at that hospital’s waiting room. The lady went on to say that she doesn’t know many men who knit, those that do really like it. I could do nothing but agree with her.
BTW, there is another pair of socks on the needles, but I can’t show you them. Why? Because they are the prototype for the Winter pattern for Sheila’s sock club. You are just going to have to wait on them.
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