My aunt passed away this weekend. I prefer not to go into it all since I just don't have the energy to deal with it again. Besides, I need to get my head together to go to Arizona in two weeks for my father's surgery. He is having one of two blocked carotid arteries roto-rootered. Then for s#@ts and giggles and blood to his brain we do it all again in September. The one and only brightside is that I'll time to knit. Lots and lots of time to knit. That is, of course, provided I am not totally looney by then.
When did I cross that threshold where you have to think about caring for your parents or even worse burying them? I must admit it that this totally snuck up on me. Normally, I like surprises but this one is up there with "surprise, your carmel frappuccino is free but we spit in it."
This blog is getting way to somber and pensive with little to no knitting or crafting content. Is there anyone left reading it? If so, I hope to remedy this in the future but in the meantime, would you mind bearing with me just a little longer? I feel snarky Bonnie making her way back and it won't be long until she re-connects with her crafty side. Then one magical day there will be pics of smiling curly haired gal showing off her latest creation. Well, I should be honest the odds really favor of a flop. But there will be a gem eventually and all will be well with Bonnie's world again.
Or a cartoon anvil could fall out of the sky and bonk me on the head giving me a Elmer Fudd bump on my head. Either way........