My Kersti arrived yesterday–at my mom’s house. I had ordered it before we left for Hilton Head and sent it to my mom rather than have it held up with the rest of our mail at the post office. My first color choice, 324, was no longer available in a single dye lot. So Ram Wools emailed me the option of mixed dye lots (no thanks) or other colorways with my specified number of skeins. Of course, checking up on all these colors on dial up was a real joy. I finally chose 513. By the time they got back to me, over the weekend–it was sold. ::sigh:: When I got back to NY, I called them, determined to get something and settled on 117. They were supposed to ship it to me but I guess things were a bit confusing at this point. Their price is fabulous, a bag of 10 is $85.50 and they have free shipping over $129.95. I am not trying to enable anyone, I swear.
I am excited to start a swatch with this yarn. It is so nice to touch. And I am excited to see how the colors combine. I guess it is a plum color–which falls in the purple category. Just like the Shetland yarn I purchased for my next aran. I am predictable if nothing else.
Cameron and I are off to Owen’s school shortly. I think Owen thought it was Saturday and didn’t want to go to school today. We are planning to go bowling next week with his home ABA teacher. And we have a trip to the Long Island Game Farm in the plans. It was really rough in the beginning of the week with Owen. He may have had an ear infection…yesterday was a great day. A friend from high school was visiting (she also went to college with Kevin–and introduced us). Owen typically avoids her–either going upstairs or down but he stuck around. Granted there was a pizza on the table but his eye contact was amazing!
I am going to well up with tears here…but we are approaching the two year mark for his ABA therapy. When we were "shopping around" for treatments the studies said after two years of ABA, 48% of the children were recovered or indistinguishable. That’s not going to be the case for Owen and it’s hard to admit. But admit it we must and move on and fight the odds. Beat the odds. One of his teachers said it best, three steps forward and two steps back but it’s still progress.