DisKnit: there is a time for worry and for knitting

I am going to stay somewhat quiet for a while. April and May were hard -- my 100 year old grandfather, William Lancelot Holland, grew ill for the first major time in his life. I spent more time in hospitals than I had before and learned how to transfer him to a better care situation. But recovery didn't happen and he died on May 9. Next weekend we have the funeral in Mass. and I've been reading his memoirs to think about what to say, but also just thinking. I did learn that acute health care crisis do not inspire me to much knitting. A conference I went to in Montana a week ago was much more useful I turned the heels on two socks knit at once on one circular needle. It did not prove that hard in the quiet light of powerpoint, but was impossible to contemplate admist suction, palliative care, and 1-800 numbers. So here's some incomprehensible images of that accomplishment and one of my grandfather and I in the hospital.



Hold us all in your light and needles.