Tuesday, April 19, 2016

My husband is back in hospital. The doctor came and found that there was even less oxygen in his blood than the day before. Our resistance crumbled. There followed a long day of waiting, first for the ambulance and then for a hospital doctor. And then – although by that time I had gone home – for a bed. The doctor was cheerful about it. “It’s always like this on Mondays.”

I got on with the socks. It took a while to get my fingers re-accustomed to sock knitting, and another while to finish the ribbing of the second sock. I think sock-ribbing is the kind I like least. But it’s done, and more hospital sitting should mean good progress today. Alexander is coming over.

In the evening I watched an episode of The Night Manager – too complicated for my husband – and knit half-brioche. I’m within hailing distance of finishing the back.

And this morning I have been overtaken by the One Impossible Disaster. I can’t find my glasses. This happens to other people all the time – never to me because, since childhood, the last thing I do at night is take them off and put them beside the bed. And the first thing I do in the morning is reach out and get them and put them on.

There was one memorable occasion in Oberlin when I had put them on the floor beside the bed and swung my feet out in the morning and stepped on them. I never did that again.

But this morning, impossibly, they are not to be found. An old pair from the drawer will serve, just about; uncomfortable, but safe to drive, anyway. I don’t know what to do. There’s nowhere else to look – and they simply aren’t there. Phone the oculist.

Somehow or other I had got out of sync with Franklin’s Lion Brand Notebook. I spent some happy time yesterday catching up. Notification turns up amongst my “Promotions”, along with messages from Susan Crawford about the latest postponement of the Vintage Shetland Project. (There’s nothing new from that source.) I must have missed several. I particularly like his latest, about the Franklin Habit Home for Neglected Knitting Projects.


  1. Oh woe about the glasses. Hardly surprising, with all the upheaval. When does your excellent cleaning lady come? Can you recruit her to try and spot them?

  2. Sending good wishes as you hunt for your specs, and adjust to another hospital stay for your husband. Sorry to hear he is unwell again.

  3. I bet Perdita knows where your glasses are. I bet they are under or behind the nightstand.

  4. Anonymous12:16 PM

    Please do rally the friends and family for assistance as your husband's hospital stay will be exhausting for you.
    You need all of your strength.
    thinking of you

  5. Sorry to hear this. I will be thinking of you both.

  6. Sorry to read this. Hopefully it will be short. But you can rest up while he is away. Nice naps.

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  7. Oh dear - sorry to hear that news. Glad that your son is coming. You need to take care of yourself, as well. I thought of Perdita and your glasses right away. Hard to get her to spill the beans, though. I don't mind sock ribbing, as it seems to grow so quickly. Mitten cuff ribbing is the one that seems so tedious to me. Aren't we odd, we knitters? Best wishes for the coming days.

  8. So sorry that your husband has to go thru all this again. Not to mention yourself. I set my glasses down and then have to have help to find them. thinking of you both thru this current current bout.

  9. Very sorry to hear about another hospital stay for your husband and the stress it causes you. Like the earlier commenters, Perdita is high on my suspect list. Best wishes to you and your husband. I'll be thinking of you both.

  10. Syd T.6:25 PM

    I am in agreement with Carolyn & Pom Pom, my first thought was that Perdita has borrowed them for a bit of a game. Might check under the bed and nightstand.

    Sorry to hear hubby is in the hospital again, hope he is in good shape and home again soon.

  11. Oh dear - wish I could sens some of our unseasonably warm weather for you both - a little sunshine might help!

    1. We have it! Bright sunshine in Edinburgh yesterday and today. Many thanks ;-)