Reading, but only for a short while. Crocheting. Walking aimlessly around the house. Browsing online. Taking care of Scout. Cuddling with my husband.
Welcome to my days since I’ve been home. It’s hard for me to commit to anything for any length of time. But, for some reason, I’ve been able to crochet. I just finished my second scarf yesterday afternoon and I’ll be putting it in the Etsy shop later today. (The scarf I posted yesterday sold rather quickly.)
It feels good to accomplish something.
I have trouble getting to sleep and, after dozing for a short time, I wake up and am confused as to where I am. Is that Dad in the room with me? Is it Mom? It’s unsettling. I woke up feeling very sad.
I know it’s all a part of the grieving process and I’m not trying to rush anything or deny any of my feelings. I’ve grieved a lot in my life. I’ve lost a lot of friends and students and colleagues and family members. Losing my parents is hitting me in my very core, in ways I didn’t – couldn’t – anticipate.
Don came in the door yesterday with these:
I don’t know what I’d do without him. He’s there for me; solid, understanding, compassionate.
And so I wait for some more yarn to make its way to my mailbox, ready to create a few more Obsession Scarves. A box of things; pictures, memories, paintings, should be arriving today. I may actually get in the car and drive to Target to buy some mailing boxes and a yarn needle at Michaels. I spent a long time yesterday searching for mine but I have no idea where I put them. They’ve dropped off the face of the earth.
Could this post be more tedious and boring? Even I am bored by it. But I always speak truth to you and this is where I am at the moment.
How about a pretty picture?
It’s been raining here for the past two days and it sure looks gloomy this morning. I hope the sun decides to make an appearance.