Thanks for your kind comments about the accident. I read them before we went to Gram's, and as we drove, I felt kinda guilty. Hey, I'm okay, I thought. Talking and writing it out musta helped. Guess I'm over it.
Gram wasn't doing so hot. Neither were we. We bought a photo printer last week and printed out some photos to bring with us. Of our wedding. Of our honeymoon. Of the last couple of visits (though the photos we take when we're there all look the same: posed, on the sofa). I had hoped having the photos there would remind her of our visits. I had hoped they'd make her smile. They weren't the 'hit' I hoped they'd be. I don't know what I expected, they're just photos. And when we're there, why would she look at those?
We took a couple more again, same pose, same location. I'll print them out and bring them next week. Meanwhile, I'm thinking up ideas for different photos. Something a little more interesting. Wouldn't it be fun to get a photo of Gram sticking her tongue out? Or maybe just one of her laughing. I don't know, she's old school; she comes from the generation when you kept a serious face for photos.
She didn't want us to leave. I left feeling that it wasn't enough. Our visit wasn't enough. What we could do was not enough. It compounded with the helpless and useless feelings from witnessing the death. Yeah, guess I'm not quite over it.
It's gonna be a rough week.
I hoped to show you FBS, but man, not on such a down note. Instead, here's the scarf I finished FBS to begin:
It's for my sister. I hope she likes it. (Hey Sis, do you like it? If you don't, let me know. Sooner than later. :)
Yarn is Lorna's Laces Lion and Lamb. Yum. Silk merino, my favorite.
I love the 3-dimensionality of the stitch pattern. Reminds me of sand dunes in the Sahara. Or, in another colorway, a river. So I think I'll call this project "sand river".