Cat Mad Crochet

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It’s been a freaking month here indeed! I should have known how this season would go when I started humming Counting Crows “Long December” to myself in early December and thinking it really had been a long December already. It was maybe the third. The month had barely begun, and it was already a long one. I don’t think it’s going to get better for a while. It was a long December and a very long January that’s nearly February. I don’t know how we quite got here, but here we are, dammit. We just need to keep swimming even as the country seems to be burning to the ground.

In the worst news from the last time I posted, Meg passed away. We are heartbroken and shocked and crushed and missing our little calico baby very much. There are no words. Run free of pain, little one. You stay by Moo until I get there. I hope it’s a while, but I will make my way back to you. I promise.

My mother spent some time in the hospital this month and that found me utterly out of my element. My mother, my paternal grandmother, and my mother-in-law were all nurses. Hospitals and the things that go on there were second nature to them. They are not to me. I wanted nothing to do with nursing when I was 18 and recklessly deciding what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I hold, now, that I made the right decision then at least in regards to not pursing nursing.

I took a crochet project with me into hospital-land and tried to let the crochet carry me away from everything happening around me. It worked only marginally.

Having a project along did not stop me from composing a grumpy poem about the smell of poo and then accidentally sending it to my aunt instead of my family group chat. She also got my RFK Jr. is an utter idiot rant. She seemed to find me amusing, so at least I brought a little chuckle to her day.

Anyway, the hospital. I got there in time to see Mom discharged, so there was a lot of sitting and quietly waiting for the gears of the hospital to turn. I had to do this waiting with no official lunch, which meant I ate the Kind Bars I keep in my bag in case of emergencies. I ate them both. It was necessary.

Despite being careful, I managed to get chocolate from the bars on the project I was working at the time. Yeah. There’s chocolate on Adia’s scarf now. So be it. It’s better than the time the cat barfed on the afghan I was making. And, in a blessing from all things crochet, it really is chocolate and not poo. Thank everything because if it was poo, I would have to burn the discontinued yarn I’m using for her scarf and never look back. Nope. No poo. Never poo.

Anyway, I got some good work done on Adia’s scarf, a bit more done on Hannah’s wrap, and I continued making circles. All of that is going well. I don’t think the individual projects look much different than they did last week, so I didn’t include photos. I will next week.

I did start a new project this week. I bought the pattern for the Melt the Ice Hat from Needle and Skein. (https://payhip.com/shopneedleandskein) Every purchase is a donation to help immigrant families impacted by the wanna be brown shirts terrorizing Minneapolis. Even if you don’t want to make a hat, buy the pattern. I bought the pattern, used it for measurements, and designed my own because of course I did. I have NO intention of talking about what I’m doing to make my hat because you should buy their pattern, not get something free from me. The whole point is buying the pattern and making the donation, not making matching hats. So go buy a pattern and then continue the story but depart the text if you want to. Just make sure your money is going to help those in need.

Anyway, the hat is underway. Fuck ICE.