Traveled home yesterday and got in late. There were flight attendants on both flights who were new-ish knitters and had lots of adorable questions about the baby sweater I’m making for a friend (it has a faux fair-isle yoke made with tonal yarn).
My grandmother lives in an assisted living facility with her sister, who has dementia. My cousin and her family live nearby and do a lot of the day-to-day business of caring for them. I wish I could do more/live closer, and it doesn’t hurt that they live in a gorgeous part of northwest WA. I keep hoping that my grandmother will live long enough (she’s 82) for Husband to finish his degree and the perfect job will manifest so we can move there. At least, in the meantime, I really hope that the next time I see her, it’ll be to introduce her to her first great-grandchild.