One of the things that knitting has taught me is the art of patience. Knitting something like my dad’s aran jacket requires this skill in vast amounts.
In order that I don’t get bored of the project too quickly (or never) I’ve switched from knitting the main body of the jacket to the sleeves (you can see the start of it in this photograph).
I’m fairly certain that I’m not going to make it by Christmas, but that’s OK with me and there is a back up present ready.
I also learnt the art of patience last week when, on Monday, my maternal grandfather was admitted to hospital following a routine blood transfusion for his leukaemia.
Unfortunately, he died on Friday.
This came in the same week as the anniversary of my paternal grandfather’s death in 2003.
These events have been stressful for a number of reasons, not least of which is the fact that I couldn’t, and can’t, be with my grandmother. She’s not the easiest of people to be with anyway, but my physical limitations are frustrating.
I hadn’t seen my grandfather in over two years (for various reasons) and we weren’t terribly close, either emotionally or geographically, but obviously I am grieving.
At the moment I’m focusing on helping my mum in anyway I can, but still being aware of not smothering her (something I’m struggling with because we are a close family).
Unfortunately, my parents are also unable to travel at the moment and it’s all generally not good.
I’m sure we’ll muddle through (we have before) and I’ll keep knitting!