David's mother went to the hospital with chest pains this week. After some preliminary testing, it appears that she did not have a heart attack but did have enough irregularity that more invasive testing will be done this coming week. David is flying down tomorrow morning to spend time with his parents, see his mother through the procedures, and take care of his father.
He needs knitting.
Not only that. He needs a new project.
We are scared and fearful about his mother's situation.
We are also both aware that this situation has proven that David is now not just a knitter but a Knitter.
Finishing his first pair of socks down to the kitchenering, finishing all the parts of the sweater he is knitting for Son, and coming very close to the bind off for a Harlot scarf, David has no portable project to take with him. Although he has a ball of sock yarn in his own one-skein stash, socks just don't require enough thought to provide the support he needs from his knitting right now.
I took him to my own stash. I offered him the most beautiful thing I could: the 100% silk yarn I bought at Rhinebeck.
He learned to do the first lace stitch I ever learned--feather and fan--and started a beautiful scarf. I told him that if I could not knit with the silk, I would get to wear it.
But I know this scarf should really belong to his mother.
May all go well.