Knit One, Purl One

Good grief!!!  Where have you been??  I've been looking and looking for you.  Seriously, I have. Behind everything.  The trees, the furniture, just behind everything!  Of course, as usual, I'm lying.  I've been laid up, recovering, crippled, gimpy.  I've been in the bizness of putting surgery behind me.  Doing physical therapy and more physical therapy.  I want to be done with this yesterday.   Where's Ernest Angley when I need him?  Slap my forehead, scream "HEALED," and erase all those future PT appointments.  Sigh.....  So I had the surgery.  The huzbin, then the sister, took care of me.  What a chore.  "Do this." "Get that."  "I want."  No doubt they want this event to never, ever, ever occur again.  They were so good to me.  I have an amazing family.   Any one of them would step up and do whatever is needed at any given time.  They're good people - just like ya'll.  I know if I called any one of you for any reason, you would do your best to fill my request.  Don't start shaking in your boots and deleting me as a friend - I'm not going to do that to you.  But I really do have a good bunch of friends.  Some of my really good friends don't even do FB, if you can believe that.  They're missing the circus. 
 So during my confinement, I had an assortment of entertainments to keep me bizzy.  And because I'm a screwball, I have to have the "right" entertainment at the right time.  Apparently, this was the "right" season for knitting baby sweaters.  I have already knit seven sweaters, with three more in the lineup.  Who doesn't want to receive a baby sweater?  Even if you don't have a baby, you would need one to give to a new baby at some point.  That's how the daughter thinks.  She is the recipient of many, many baby sweaters, hats and booties because she has many, many friends who seem to enjoy the state of being knocked up.  When you have friends in that state, you need the baby sweaters.  And the recipients seem to really enjoy those sweaters because, let's face reality, very few people hand make anything anymore.  It's so easy to hit Target or the local baby shop/toy store.  Not that I don't like those places.  I love those places, but you never find a hand knit sweater/hat/booty there.  So I like to think my sweaters are a little special.  I would like to be able to associate a good memory with creating them, but you know my memory card has swiss cheese holes in it.  I began knitting when I was a little girl.  One of my mother's friends taught me the basics.  I played with it off and on as a young adult and now that I'm an old lady grandmother, it's only fitting that I'm knitting.  How I love a cornball rhyme.   I do love knitting and it keeps me off the streets and somewhat out of trouble. And it's very soothing to my brain. Maybe I can knit those brain holes closed.  That would be a good thing to do. Seriously.  I'm as seriously serious as I can be.