The more observant of my blog readers may have noticed that my posts were slightly erratic of late, made worse by me playing catch up with some posts that were overdue (some still are!). I headed home in a bit of a rush, sometime in October, I literally grabbed a bag, packed a cat and ran, my Dad had been rushed into hospital. Six weeks later he has a brand new shiny aortic valve and a double heart bypass, he’s home and is slowly recuperating, we are hoping for an uneventful recovery.
I did have time to spend a little time with Son no.1 and hubby, but basically my life revolved around daily hospital visits, some more grueling than others, emotional exhaustion and knitting. Knitting really saved my soul, I didn’t seem to get much done, but just the very act of carrying wool and squishing warm wool at times of most need was greatly comforting. I suspect you just have to love wool to understand that, to me its my comfort blanket. When I look at my knitted wardrobe I have several jumpers and pairs of socks that I can attribute to various operations and confinements that me, hubby, my dad and son no.2 have endured, bizarre but true. In fact it was one of the first thing I packed, some knitting needles and some sock yarn.
And now I am home in London, downstairs looks homelike, upstairs still needs attention, the cat is happier, I am happier, which is interesting, we will see how that pans out, country girl becomes city chick, maybe!
And something else has happened, which I can’t put my finger on. I was in a state of angst before all of this happened, nothing major, you know just… ‘stuff’. It all seems clearer to me at the moment, which is a wonderful relief, I feel more energised and clearer of vision, more focused. It is all good. As that saying goes, ‘Life is too short to sweat the small stuff”.
So I’m back in re entry, hubby and I had a good 7.5 mile stomp around London yesterday, more of which you will see later on in the week and we couldn’t be happier.
I’ll leave you with the last of my summer roses, picked yesterday morning.
4 thoughts on “Re entry.”
Oh my goodness, eventful indeed! I’m glad he’s on the road to recovery and yes I totally get the knitting as a comfort blanket thing – it is for me too!
I can’t imagine what I would be like without it now, well that and blogging, what would we be like without blogging, ‘shudders’.
So good to hear you comforted your Dad and are back home. Knitting is wonderfully soothing!
It is, I am so very grateful I found it, not least for all the lovely people that I’ve met and am honoured that they call me friend.