Holidays, Holy Days, and Then Some

My best of holiday wishes go out to all of my family, close friends, and acquaintances this holiday season. Some of my friends and acquaintances are Jewish, so I wish them the best Hanukkah ever. Most of the rest are Christian, following a Western tradition, so we are about to celebrate the Lord's birth. I have not been much of a Christmas fan for the past few years, but I am getting back to it now.

I wish for all of us to have a good year in 2010! May we have all the love, support, yarn, food, companionship, good health, good times, safety, and yarn we need in the coming year, and more.

When the new year comes, I am going to say a prayer that it will be better than 2009. Being a reflective person, I spent some time recently considering my life this year. Alas, I found that I spent way too much time being miserable somehow, either unhealthy, exceedingly lonely, marginalized to a degree, unwelcome, absent-minded, having lots of trouble at work (see previous adjective) that I will not allow again, and also some grief. This did not make for a comfortable year 2009, so I am very much hoping that the coming year is going to present a great many greater blessings and opportunities for good.

People Changes

My grandmother's funeral was last Saturday and it was very beautiful, a Mass of Christian Burial at a Catholic church in Sunnyside, Washington. She was laid to rest next to my grandfather, who died in 1962, at the cemetery in Sunnyside. I miss her, but she is on to something better now.

My aunt, with whom Grandma lived for the past couple of years, told me that Grandma did get to use that purple and white blanket a couple of times, so I feel better about it, knowing that I made something for her that liked and actually made use of.

I don't think that I will ever be able to use that same pattern again, no matter who may ask for it.

Fortunately, there are lots and lots of other patterns to use and make beautiful things with, so I will be crocheting and knitting for quite some time to come, I imagine.

A Passing and Reverie

My grandmother died last week, somewhat suddenly, leaving me with a gap in my life and a question, "Did she get the chance to use that purple and white blanket that I made for her?".

It looks like the blanket in question will be handed off to my mother, who has said that she wants it because I made it in the first place. It is nice of her to say so, and it is certainly a nice blanket made with a good pattern.

Wish me well, the funeral is on Saturday.