Playing with Hearts
Sometimes playing with hearts leads to playing with fire . . . Lessa writes about two (essentially) children who played with fire . . . which led to the inevitable result of a third life being brought into the world. Tough to take . . . tough to read . . . tough to think it might happen in your family. So, what do you do about it? Think with your (big) head and not your heart . . . consider life as it could be, as it might be, and as it will be if . . . .
Yeah, I know. I’m all about the wisdom, huh? The things I have hidden in my own heart . . . well, let’s just say I know the feelings that youth share. I’m not THAT old that I can’t remember.
but . . . on to knitting . . . just how can she bring this back to something about knitting . . . I know you’re all wondering, right? Right.
I absolutely love the knitty heart! I want to make one for my internist before my next visit to his office. That should happen sometime in May - Dr. B. took care of me in the ICU locally (January 2008) before sending me to Anchorage to be seen by a cardiologist after my little heart attack scare. (the docs are all shaking their heads in wonder - they KNOW I had a heart attack, but they don’t know why - can’t find a reason for it - I’m in pretty good shape . . . for the shape that I’m in. lol)
I’d like to make two of these - one for Dr. B down here and another for Dr. S at Providence Hospital up in Anchorage. I just need to settle myself in and get them made . . .
. . . . after I’ve finished the last nine dish cloths . . . and after I’ve rested my hands and wrists from the marathon knitting.
Did you enter yet? Only a few more days and the comments will be closed and the grandbabies will be choosing the three winners.
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