Fezzik has come at a time when I need to laugh.
And I do.
He's growing by leaps and bounds...and I mean that literally.
My mother has been placed in skilled care for her Dementia.
I treasure visiting her, but I leave and sob.
This disease, as so many of you know, robs her of so much.
If you pray, please pray for my mom, Noreen.
I pray that those who dress her and feed her are kind and good people. I know I cared for sick babies for many years with the tenderness that they were my own. I pray for the same for my mom's caregivers.
On with knitting and the joy it brings me.
Another mitten. I copied Dee's sock strategy using solids for parts of the construction. This is my biggest mitten so far.
I think I have determined which charity I'll send them to in the USA. More on that as More mittens get knitted.
My family loves Irish Soda Bread. I ran out of raisins and used dried raspberries....pretty much came out wonderful.
What brings you joy when you are melancholy?