Thank you all for your reassurance regarding the novelty yarns. I appreciate your support and kind words. I know they are just scarves but I want to do the best I can for Owens school. Mind you, I offered to knit a throw—like a Colinette Ab Fab one—no one supported the idea. Just as well, they are expensive and boring. I knit baby cardigans and hats for other autism organizations—the Colinette Spoiled Rotten cardi and a cardi and hat from Berroco Plush but they weren’t very well appreciated. Those scarves…people seem to love them. So, thanks again.
In other news, we had one dead mouse. It was horrible. It has been very difficult to get the vision of that poor little mousie out of my head. I bought no-kill traps and we haven’t trapped another one. Does that mean there was just one? Or does that mean that the no-kill traps don’t work? I guess we will have to experiment. I dreamt we caught one in the no-kill trap, brought it to the park and let it go by the beach. When I bought the second traps at True Value, the salesperson told me another woman dropped her live mouse off at the beach and it followed her back to her car—in the parking lot. Me, I am thinking it is a mother mouse whose babies are back at the house. I have to stop thinking about mice.
I have been avoiding Na Craga as well as the missing Dale sweater. I guess I will hunt through my stash closet today to find the Dale. I can at least get through the mindless part at the bottom. Luckily, I have a little less than a month to get through those novelty scarves. And I have been working on charity hats here and there. Speaking of charity, I want to knit some squares for the Afghanalong for Afghans hosted by Mason-Dixon Knitting.
Well, more Dance work awaits me. Thank you all, again, for your kind comments. There are few things in my life that are more important than doing whatever I can to give Owen the best possible outcome. It sounds so foreboding and depressing. But his well-being, success and progress affect our whole entire family. I desperately want Owen to be one of those 48% that are indistinguishable from their peers. There is just so much inside of him—and I want it all to come out. Oh my gosh, one o’clock! When did that happen??