Just keep knitting

The emotional roller coaster ride continues.  While I know that #1 Son is/will be fine, I have been unable to keep the worry from driving my day.  That means that I have been sort of bouncing off the walls, overtired and hyper alert.

I've tried gardening, just on the day that it's become seasonally hot.  I cut back the Salvia and now there is a (temporary) hole in the garden.

I tried cooking and found that a week without boys means a week without groceries and we have no eggs, we never run out of eggs.

I tried knitting and ten minutes in I was embroiled in one of those yarn skein/ball tangles of epic proportion that had me picking apart a knot, squinting, ditching my glasses, using a tiny crochet hook and then finally just cutting the knot out and splicing everything back together.

And then I could breathe again and knit again and relax a little.  The wounded boy is 4100 miles away, sleeping I hope, and counting on me to splice things back together, to salvage as much of his summer (without telling him that my 16th summer included heartache and loss too) as possible.

Bluebird (about 5 repeats ago):

 

The repeats are only 8 rows long and easily memorized, at this point, I am more or less in the middle of the stole, but I may just knit on until I reach the end of this skein before switching back to the other (slightly lighter in color) skein for the second border. 

This morning I could only handle one or two rows at a time, but now I can sit still for a full repeat before the fretting has me checking for an email from the boy or asking The Mr. to drive 300 miles to check on the other boy for me (to his credit, he has picked up his keys more than once, although I think his motives are more about ditching work). 

Slowly, I'm getting back on track, although the next few days are promising to be "interesting":

 

When the tent is as big as the house, anything could happen.

Comments

[Melissa]

I'm in love with bluebird. Just bought it. Hope I have yarn that will be good. I think I do. Also that's an awful tent. Sorry about your neighbors. I got in trouble last year when I hosted our church's 4th party cause I won't allow fireworks. (Against city code. Plus city had a display that folks could go see.) I'm glad you stuck to your guns and called about the fireworks on the fourth. Hope you continue to have a good week sans sons.

[Linda]

Hang in there. My thoughts are with you. Both of you. If only the neighbors knew what kind of a week you had. I think they might cancel.

[Cookie]

I'm sure the lady ducks would be more than willing to share some eggs to a momma having a bad week.

Hang in there, honey. He is your boy. He's got a good head on his shoulders and a Host Momma looking after him. You know she's doing a great job because you her her daughter next month. ;^)

Then tent? I'm guessing the circus is in town, but it always is when it's summer in your neighborhood.

xo

[Carrie K]

That tent looks more than interesting. It looks positively malevolent.

Ah, the healing power of knots and darn the metaphors. Hopefully Son #1 will heal quickly but I don't expect you to able to fret much less! I freak out over my cat while I'm 7 miles away at work.

[Cheryl S.]

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.

Maybe the tent people will help keep your mind off other things.

[Alison]

You are doing amazingly well as far as I'm concerned. It's a lot of miles between you and your first born, thank goodness he is staying with a host family and has a host mom to help him. It's not the same as "mom". Keep knitting and spicing life back together, it's working!

[Bammerkt]

I bet that tent isn't flame retardant - just sayin'.

I can relate to the kid worry. It's awful! No matter how many people say he's doing fine, he's far away and it's hard for a mom to deal with. Hang in there!

[marianne]

What are those assclowns up to now.
I know it's hard, with your boy so far away, and no one can take as good care with him as you, but I'm betting his foster mom is doing a pretty good job of it.
Those 16th summers can be real doozies.
Bluebird/Robin.. just love that colour!

[donna lee]

Kids. They're tough when they're home and they're even tougher when they're out of hug range. Think of the stories he'll have to tell when he comes home in a very few short weeks.

Optimistically? The tent doesn't look that sturdy.

[Nora]

You have got to be kidding me. That tent? I hope you have the cops on speed dial.

Deep breaths, Joan. The good part is that as of now, he's into Friday afternoon and I bet everything seems better.

xoxo

[Stacey]

I know you're a worried Momma right now and nothing can make that go away... so, hang in there and try not to stab the stupid neighbors. :D

Texas was in your "town" last night and if his boss wasn't in town and hadn't decided to treat the guys to the Anchor Bar, I was going to make him show up with a cake or ice cream or something. (and really, you can't be in Buffalo and not go get the original wing)

xoxo

[Angie]

Oh gosh, that's a h u g e tent!

Sending good boneknitting thoughts out to your boy-chick!

[Amy]

Speaking as one who broke her wrist last September 4 wheeling with my parents in Michigan, he'll be fine. Just don't let him mop the floor about 3-4 months from now! That's how I ended up breaking it AGAIN!!

After the first few days on pain pills, I was just fine and everything was managed with Advil the rest of the time I was in a cast.

You'll have to keep us posted about that tent! I can't imagine what one would need that large of a tent for!

[sophanne]

ass.hats.

The boy will be fine- you've trained him well. Worry will get you nowhere- said the childless woman who cried Niagra Falls when she had to leave her dog with a babysitter for 10 days... heh heh.

[Carrie]

Oh dear. I'm sorry you're having a hard time with the boy so far away. I bet the host mom is wondering if you're over here fuming about how she should send the stole back since she let your son get broken. ;-)