The Near Past, and the Very Near Past - Rubiy

Something I forgot to add to my last sock post was that I'm classifying it under "It needed buying."  I stayed up late to stalk the shop update to get that skein of yarn.  I have no idea why.  I like it quite a bit, but it's not really something I'd stalk an update for.  But something just drew me to it.  I was thinking about my neighbor's husband and picked up the skein, which had been wound and ready for months.  I just cast on without thinking much about it and started knitting a sock.  The entire pair almost knit themselves.   I have absolutely not a doubt in my mind that they were meant for him from the beginning.

Now these socks, I'm filing under "Worry," because I knit them for my mom while she was in the hospital.  E'erbody going to the hospital up in herre.  They need to cut it out.  I am not made of sock yarn!  (except I probably have enough sock yarn to send everyone I know to the hospital at least once...)  She had a handknit pair from last year that she wore when she went it, these were just to assuage my worry until she came home.

She was in quite a bit of pain the first few days, so the hospital staff gave her some morphine to help her relax and spend less time doubled over and whimpering.  Nice folks.  She called me after it kicked in (several times, heh) and kept trying to convince me that the hospital beds in the ER were REALLY REALLY comfortable!  I think they stopped the morphine by day 3 because she stopped mentioning the extreme comfort of her surroundings.  

The important part is that she's now at home, safe and sound and MUCH better.  See?  You go in to the hospital with hand knit socks, you come out better.  Socks work in mysterious ways.  They also keep your feet warm, which is apparently a necessity even with morphine.  

I promise that my next post will contain something other than socks.  I make no guarantees as to the post after that.  

xo,

Rubiy