A long time coming
I can't begin to tell you all the changes in my life, between the last post and this one. My husband of 37 years died in October of pnuemonia. I had to give away all the animals, except my dogs and cats. I've moved from the trailer to a house for the winter. My life has been in a state few people can imagine. In the midst of this, I met a man who lost his wife on the day before my husband died. We met in the ICU. We've been in contact through it all and have become romantically involved. It is a strange, yet wonderful thing.
I haven't been doing a lot of knitting or spinning. I have a pair of very precious, partially finished socks. I knit them in the ICU, measuring them against Jeffrey's feet. Some day, I need to rip back enough I can make them for my feet. I can't bear to have anyone else wear them. The new man in my life is going to have to learn about all things fiber. I'm already starting to teach him about spinning a bit. I would not have changed my old life for the world and I miss Jeffrey every day. Yet, I'm grateful to have this new love. We've become so very close in so little time.
Hopefully the next post won't take so long and will contain more fiber stuff.

