My mom came up to visit last week. It sounds simple when I write it out like that, but it was actually quite an adventure. It involved a flight, a road trip and an hour and a half wait at the border. I'm sure part of the reason she came was to see our new home, but I doubt she would have endured all of that if there wasn't something way more enticing waiting for her North of 49. Another couple hours of driving and a ferry ride later she got to meet her first great grandchild, and I am sure she would tell you it was more than worth the effort.
My mom wasn't the only one who got to meet Lucy. Kellen and Anita and Alexandra were also there. There will be no shortage of aunts and uncles in Lucy's life. I'm pretty sure this means there will also be no shortage of loud, obnoxious birthday and Christmas presents. I hope all her aunts and uncles remember that what goes around comes back around.
I finished the Babies and Bears sweater for Lucy the day before we went to visit. I started it the day Lucy was born, but ran into a few problems along the way. Well, more like one problem. Stupidity. The day I cast on David phoned and I got distracted while talking to him and made a mistake. I was only about four rows into the sweater so ripped it out and started again. It seemed easier than fixing the error. The question here is why was I talking on the phone and knitting at the same time, especially since it isn't a hands-free phone?
Attempt number two was going along quite well, at least for the first bit. I was about three inches into the sleeve (and let's face it, three inches on a baby sweater is almost the whole sleeve), when I started to have this feeling every time I looked at it that it might be a tiny bit too big. Of course, I totally ignored that feeling for another inch. By this time I was starting to get a queasy feeling when I looked at it, a feeling all knitters will recognize. It's the one where you know something is very seriously wrong but you aren't ready to face it quite yet, so you knit a few more rows. Well, I knit a few more until this sudden, horrifying thought occurred to me. "I think my arm would fit in there!"
It took a lot of courage to actually put my arm into the sleeve of the baby sweater for my newborn granddaughter. Once I did I was faced with a choice. Rip it out and start again, or continue on and make myself a cardigan. (Yes, my arm really did fit into the sleeve.) I started for the third time on much smaller needles and this was the result.
I especially love the buttons!
There's one final thing I would like to say before I end this post. Over the past couple of weeks I have lost two followers of my blog. I have on occasion lost followers before, but not often, and not within such a short time. I very much appreciate all of my followers and readers. Some of you have been reading North of 49 since the start, and some of you have more recently found your way here. The thing about losing followers is you are never quite sure why they left. I have wondered if my posts about our move, and Lucy, and the new things in my life like my kayak have come across as bragging. That certainly hasn't been my intent.
The past two years have been extremely difficult, and I am trying to focus on the good things around me as I work on recovering. I have shared about some of the awfulness of the last two years here on the blog - the sudden death of my dad nine days before Rebekah's wedding, Rebekah getting sick at her wedding and having to leave, and the return of Alexandra's kidney disease after her being in remission for ten years. And there have been other very difficult things that have happened that I have chosen not to blog about. The cottage, the mountains, the lake, the forest trails, the kayak, the things I have been writing about since we moved- these are my prescription for healing.
Some day I might share our whole story here. I have been playing around with the idea of having Memoir Mondays on my blog, where I would tell our family's story in weekly instalments. I would love to hear your feedback on this idea. If it is something you would be interested in please let me know, and if it is not what you want to read when you come here I need to know that too. The last thing I want to do is lose more followers!
I read something Sarah at Down By The Sea wrote today that perfectly expresses how I feel.
"Money can't buy the things I appreciate most - family, friendship, blogging and appreciating the beautiful things around me. It's the simple things that make my heart sing."
Riding the ferry to and from Vancouver Island is definitely one of "the beautiful things around me."