I’m home and happy to be here. Unfortunately, My Old Man is not – he is in the hospital. 😦 It’s a long and complicated problem involving a congenital malformation in some blood vessels in his brain. The problem first surfaced (in an emergency situation) 11 years ago, and he has had different problems related to it ever since. Two surgeries and multiple medications later, it seemed things had finally gotten to a good place. But now he’s having problems again, and this time the doctors aren’t certain why (i.e., there’s no new issue in his brain that would require another surgery, but increasing and meddling with meds isn’t stopping the problem either).
Sorry not to be more specific about the issues than that, but those of you who know him know the specifics already, and for those of you who don’t, it’s just too darn long, complicated, and confusing to write in full detail in a knitting blog!
At any rate, it was so good to see his sweet face, and of course to see the gorgeous faces of the other two men in my life, too! The boys love, love, love their slippers. It was so gratifying to see how taken they were with them. Little Buddha wasn’t crazy about his pants, though, for reasons unknown. He is wearing them tonight as he sleeps, but the only way I could get him to let me put him on was to promise to read “I Love You Forever” afterwards. Before that, he just said “no, no, no” every time I tried to put them on!
I made the most amazing non-knit thing for My Old Man while I was away. Once I have the time and energy to take and upload pics of all my latest creations, I’ll include it too.
It will probably be after the weekend before I can deal with pics, though. Since My Old Man is not only my husband but also my work partner, I now have his workload on top of mine while he’s sick. The next few days look like just a wall of work.
In the midst of so much madness, I woke up in the middle of the night last night with the strangest, strongest feeling of peace about everything. (This was particularly wonderful since the night before I got maybe 3 hours of sleep, in 1 hour stretches, b/c I couldn’t get my mind to settle down about everything). I really think the peace had something to do with prayers that I know are being offered for my husband and my family. It was pretty wonderful to wake up and just have it wash over me like that. My Old Man said it’s just too bad I couldn’t bottle that stuff (the peace) so I could take a hit of it whenever I needed it. Yeah ‘dat.