One more week.

I realized that I have one more week of my no-knitting-for-Lent restriction.  So far I have finished five scarves (one was a UFO), one hat, and the test sweater.  This is the last item I expect to make before Easter next Sunday:

I started after the weekly KnitTalk Zoom call
and got this far.  The starting always goes quickly.

It's the Lotus Blossom Shawl and mostly a simple crochet but there are some tricky bits.  I am not using the yarn called for (although I have it) because I've been wanting something to make with this yarn.  It will likely go to my grandmother for her birthday.

Speaking of which, as I said in the last post I visited my grandmother, who is definitely frailer in body and mind.  Some due to age, and some due to isolation, we are certain.  I brought some of her favourite foods every day and didn't get photos of her with all of them, just the KFC and pizza:

   

I introduced her to YouTube, so we spent much of the visit viewing The Three Tenors and opera and classical music flashmobs:

Watching her favourite, Luciano Pavarotti,
sing "Che gelida manina".

We joined my Sunday night virtual knitting group from KnitTalk:

We also had Zoom calls with most of the family, and she got to meet my brother's new(ish) dog.

My trip home was rescheduled a bit due to bad weather but I made it mostly smoothly and a day earlier than originally planned.  When I listened to the storm in my area the next night I was very glad to be neither flying nor driving in it!

Then it was busy at work, and through the weekend, and it seemed that every time the weather looked good enough to go for a walk, by the time I got my shoes on it was raining again.  Oh, well.

When I fly I wear a N95 or KN95 mask, and since they are plain I draw on them or write a quote.  Often it is from somebody whose birthdate is the day of my trip:

This one is from Surrealist painter Leonora Carrington (1917-2011). The full quote is "I didn’t have time to be anyone’s muse... I was too busy rebelling against my family and learning to be an artist". She was a Mexican-British artist and writer who mostly lived in Mexico after her father disowned her when she announced she didn't want to be a proper debutante but decided to move to France with Max Ernst.

My life is neither that interesting nor that dramatic.