Pretty soon, there'll be no fence between Duke and Mr. Farmer
Ignoring the basket of languishing works in progress, I’ve cast on another neck warmer. I was envious of Mareseatoats’ soft wool so I went looking in my stash for some of my own. I found what was leftover from a scarf I knit my friend Sr. Jeanne. This one is in a lovely lavender alpaca, which isn’t a bulky weight yarn, so it’s being knit double stranded. It's incredibly soft and comforting.
For this week, I’ve needed something soothing to knit. My young hospice patient isn’t doing so well. The nurses have been visiting her and her family day and night, and the evening visits have fallen to me. While part of me wants to be the one on duty when it’s time, the other part of me just dreads the call. I find myself updating my laptop twice a day to see if she’s fallen off my roster. This case just breaks my heart--so I knit-- while thinking about and praying for her release from suffering. I hate cancer.