I’ve been spending the day with my mom, who is here to help with the boys -and me - while I recover from surgery. Last week she stayed with us as well, and I don’t know what I would have done without her. Since I couldn’t stay awake for more than 2 hours and wasn’t allowed to drive, or to lift anything heavier than a half gallon of milk, we really needed the help. And besides, I don’t think it matters how old you get, or how many children you have of your own, there is something tremendously comforting about having your mom around when you don’t feel well.
This week, I am doing so much better that I am starting to act like my old self. For me, that means coming up with all kinds of grand ideas (at least, that’s what I think of them at that particular moment) for the shop, our house, the kids, a new knitted design - you name it. And in true me fashion, I have a tendency to jump right into these new projects without a second thought as to whether I actually should. Thus, mom is here this week to help out and keep a close eye on me. She is sending me off for restful naps and not allowing too much grand idea driven activity.
What a relief! Seriously. I’m still very tired and my body is screaming for more R&R. So, I napped today. And I knit garter stitch.
I must admit that at times I find it mind numbing. Garter stitch, that is. And when the Yarn Harlot talked about her love of the plain knit stitch, I wasn’t quite sure that I got it.
Today, however, I understood. There are those occasions when it is just the perfect fit. I always thought it would drive me crazy to do a whole log cabin blanket because it is all knit. Every stitch. Knit. Yet, today, as I worked on a garter stitch square for a new project, I realized how relaxing it was. I couldn’t help thinking how comforting it would be to make a whole blanket that way. Knit, knit, knit. Change color. Knit, knit, knit. Comforting and soothing. I may have to break out my copy of Mason-Dixon and start thinking about a log cabin blanket. hmmmm....
I did manage to finish something last night.

The knitting is my current favorite project. I just need to weave in the ends and then I’ll tell you all about it. In the meantime, let me introduce you to Penelope. She is the queen of the house and surveys all our comings and goings from her position in the middle of the dining room table. Mom tried in vain to move her so that we could enjoy dinner sans cat. No luck. That is her spot. And at 12 years old, we figure she deserves it.