Life's a Stitch

That’s what my 4 yr old grandson calls it. And he’s also very good at using his “hamitizer.” Here in BC we seriously followed our orders from the medical health officer. We strictly maintained our bubble of two, saving ourselves for the phase two allowable contact with six people, in anticipation of the visit from daughter E and family.

We were all supposed to be camping in Washington and Oregon, but the border remains closed, and won’t open until the numbers in the US decrease. They made the decision to proceed with a shorter visit. There was double incentive as both sets of grandparents are located within a five minute drive.

It’s a little heartbreaking to see pediatric sized masks. A pandemic is something you might want to tell your grandkids about as a distant event, not something you want them to live through. I questioned both of them about their current lives in the time of Covid, and it seems they’re adapting well.

We’ve had lots of fun despite the rain, but for tonight, I’ll cut it short as I’m typing one handed due to an altercation with the hot metal part of the handle of my pizza peel. The beginning was fun, though, making pizza together on the BBQ.

I was fortunate to be in the company of their parents, a safety manager and a nurse.

And may wonders never cease, as the initial intent of this blog was about knitting. The by-rist has given me the gift of time and the opportunity to open containers of yarn, untouched since our move several years ago. While still in the working world aka earning a paycheque, I did an excellent job of bolstering the yarn stash knowing finances would be tighter in retirement. I was embarrassed to find thirty skeins of Noro silk blend yarn and immediately put twenty into service. The mitred square afghan may have to be put aside for a few days considering the current circumstances, but it’s one that won’t be ignored for long.