A Quickie

Best Quote I Heard All Day
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times--Charles Dickens

There's trouble in Mar-town these days. I have not been well, and now Mammy has been hospitalized, most likely with a flare-up of diverticulitis. She's been bleeding internally, there's apparently some kidney issues, and as of today, she's going through testing.

Those of you who are longtime readers know what a wonderful mom she is. My first knitting teacher and my best knitting buddy. The fact that she hasn't been strong enough to knit this past week is very telling. Yes, I know. She's 86. And I'm almost 60. But when push comes to shove, as it often has in my life, my mother has been my greatest support and cheerleader.

Ellie's a tough bird. We Krauts don't take shit lying down. So I'm hopeful that she'll beat this one. After all, she has to finish that damned jacket she's been knitting, the yarn a birthday present from me. And besides, she has a half dozen projects planned out for winter.

I'll post again as soon as this crisis is over. I've been working hard on the book, hard at work, and even getting some spinning done. I will absolutely be at Rhinebeck the whole weekend, along with Jerry, who wants to see the sheep-to-shawl competition. How rare and handy is that man? Very. Talk to you all soon. XXOO, Mar