elainegrey

Written Sunday morning:

I think i am a little numb.

Thursday afternoon i started frogging (ripping apart) a sweater i had crocheted years ago. Ravelry says i started October 27, 2007 and completed March 15, 2015. I never wore it, and it was bulky and taking space in the closet. It took hours ... about one for each year i worked on it, ha! ... to pull it all apart. I wasn't quite done by midnight, listening to an audio book as i did the mindless work.

I took Friday off, brain dead. I had breakfast with my sister, then mostly went back to yarn stuff. We brought home Edward's ashes, and Christine  and i discussed some things i could make with the forest green suede yarn. She wants a toque, and i could make Yuletide gift bags.  I started on the bags, which i can make without a pattern. I continued the sitting around yesterday. I also finally mended a shirt of Christine's with a variety of visible mending and embroidery. I hope it remains comfortable: the fabric was very worn and fragile, and the  applique patches i made were from a bulky yarn.

I am fascinated by what is coming back to me with crochet and what seems fuzzy

Late Friday night Christine heard from her sister D-- that B-- has declined more. He has a heart pump, and it alarms with low flow - which is what is happening as he dies. So it sounds like they have this challenge of when to turn it off, which will be the choice that it is time to die. "Most patients died within an hour of LVAD deactivation, and all within 26 hours." How much harder? easier?