Hugs (and yarn) all around

Wow, what a day. At my “house,” the in-laws and great-in-laws are flying across the country for a funeral. My father is recovering from knee replacement surgery. My son opted out of his second-grade musical tonight because he has strep throat.

At the Harlot’s house, frustration and sadness from an unknown source. And in the comments to her post today, I read lots of pain, worry, loss, sadness, and fear. It’s days like this when I feel like Deanna Troi: “I sense conflict, Captain.”

All I can offer are a few words and cyber-hugs. It’s hard to see any other way to help right now. But I will just keep knitting and praying and trust in the plan.

In the meantime, here’s some yarn.

A few days ago, as Mr. Beth was doing the errands for the weekend, I commandeered the list and wrote “350 yards worsted weight” at the bottom. I tried to explain that it wasn’t that I couldn’t buy the yarn for him, it was that I wanted him to have his scarf in exactly the color he wanted. And God bless him, here’s what he brought home:

I can’t wait to get this one started. First real cables, folks. Stay tuned.

And while I haven’t finished Chemo Three yet (I think I am balking because of all the weaving-in I will have to do, but I have to get cranking in order to finish my hats by the deadline), I have been delaying its progress by working on this:

And I just have to show off this big box of Stash Swap Yarn. Remember how I was bitching complaining about knitting with Lion Brand Homespun (despite its good looks)? Turns out someone was able to use my leftovers to finish a project, so we arranged a trade.

My goodness, did Cathy of La Crosse get the short end of the stick or what? I won’t knit it up for a while, but I’m thinking of making a pair of mittens and a Harlot one-row Moebius scarf. For myself. Red is a powerful color. And I think we could all use some power.