Monday has rolled around again, bringing with it torrential rain and definitely winter-like temps. We seem to be skipping Autumn entirely and are heading for the cold. So, I have been buried under the blankets snoozing. Hibernating. Yes. Hibernating.
I have had a couple of appalling leg weeks but I don't want to talk about that. It just makes sitting at the computer difficult. Make that sitting, standing, walking, sleeping, anything. You have no idea.
However, I am still alive, if not kicking. And the leg is still not working, but the brain is a little bit. And we don't need legs here now, do we. Right. I want to talk about Christmas. About children. About the way people make messes of things. About blankets. About gifts. About windfall apple cakes. About kind words. About ..........
But they all require me to think and I am not doing well in the thinking department either. That is why I picked up the crochet hook, a few balls of wool from the giant stash (the wool stash, as opposed to the fabric stash.) (There are two.) (And a scrapbook supply stash.)
And started another ripple blanket. I can just ripple away and I can put it down, pick it up and unravel to correct mistakes. Crochet projects are very forgiving, aren't they? They are. Thank the Good Lord. There has been a good deal of unravelling going on around here in the past 2 days, believe me.
I have just been on Facebook and my friend Dawn, from Call me Grandma Dawn 's husband is critically ill in hospital. They need your prayers, people. Urgently. So if you can, please pray for his healing, her strength and everything else you can think of.
That has focused the mind. I have been talking to her on messenger on Facebook and she is struggling. The disbelief that it is all happening so fast. From not well to critically ill in ICU. And then there is the dilemma of what to say. How to help. This is familiar territory, and she knows that. I just told her I was there, with Geoff. All the time. Nothing else matters right now. She just needs to be there. I also told her to say everything in her heart right now. Say the words. He will hear them.
On that awful night, I just talked to Geoff almost non stop for all those hours. How many? I can't remember, but 4 or 5. All the things I wanted to say, didn't want left unsaid. I believe he heard me. He knew. Believe me, he probably wanted me to stop talking and give him some peace and quiet. I, however, needed to speak. And I am so glad I did. Had he recovered, I am quite sure he would have known exactly what I had said, and that would have been great. I just pray Dwight recovers and remembers all the things Dawn is telling him right this minute. My friends, never - NEVER leave anything unsaid. Not today, tomorrow, the next day. Say the words. Just keep saying them. That way you will never be in the position of regretting the fact that you didn't say them. Nothing could be worse.
Aiyaiyai. I need to go and think a bit. And do some more praying.