set some of my expectations of myself a little lower than I’m used to. I’m beginning to figure out that some of the things I push myself to do, like visit my mom and dad, coordinate their care with various people (for example, Mom has a dental checkup this month), making sure that the nursing home is aware of these things so transportation can be arranged, taking care of their financial things because even though they’re both in a nursing home, their electric and water bill still have to be paid and insurance continues to come due. At the same time, Mr. Iknead and I are cleaning their house, going through things, cleaning out closets, trying to find a suitable facility for them here in Little Rock and driving three hours one way on the weekends to get these things accomplished, all the while, holding down a full time job here in Little Rock. Oh my, seeing it laid out like this, I had no idea just how impossible my self imposed expectations really are! No one can do all this stuff and remain physically and mentally intact and I need to scale back now for everyone’s sake. Knitting continues to be a lifeline.
While cleaning out a closet of theirs yesterday, I found this gorgeous throw. I think it belonged to one of my mom’s sisters (she had five), it’s vaguely familiar, but I hadn’t seen it in I don’t know how long. I’m in love with it. It has a tag reading The Three Weavers, Houston, Texas, Handwoven, 100% virgin wool. I’m not sure if these pics do it justice but you get the idea.
Down to the toes of the Slippery Socks. Finish tonight, for sure!
The man who insists upon seeing with perfect clearness before he decides, never decides. Accept life and you must accept regret. Henri Frederic Amiel (1821-1881)