Mother's Day

 

It's Mother's Day. I really didn't know it until my brother wished me a happy one when I woke up this morning. We really aren't celebrating it here. None of our children are here and it's been decades since we had a mother to honor. Since it is a beautiful day, I decided that spending it in the park with a picnic lunch would be good. I packed a tuna sandwich, a banana, a couple of diet cokes and my knitting and walked over. I'm glad I did. It was a good plan. 

The added benefit was that there was nice natural light to see the stitches in the dark blue hat I have been trying to knit. I have taken it out several times because the stitch pattern gets off. And it does that because I can't see it well with house lighting.  I could remedy this if I would make myself develop consistent habits, like always putting my work down on a knit stitch. Or I could just knit with a brighter color yarn. The color of the yarn doesn't show up well in the picture. It is actually a dark royal navy color. 

The hat is for Jack's birthday. I would like to get it sent out tomorrow, but that isn't likely to happen. It takes 8 to 12 hours to knit a hat. This one is fairly simple, but I chose to do it in a dark color that I can't see very well. I chose the color because it's for Jack and I don't want him asking "Does Nana realize that I'm a guy, not a girl?" 

That and I think the other hat I made him might be taken for being too. And the rest of the gift is a guidebook for hunting Sasquatch and a horn cup. He might think I'm just off. He probably will, so I'm sure that making another hat will really make it better...yeah, I'm alone in my head that much. It would be easier to get a gift for a teenager that I actually have contact with. But I haven't been allowed to see or talk to him since I left Georgia nearly 3 years ago. He isn't allowed screen time, so no phone calls or FaceTimes. He isn't allowed to go to family events because he might have to miss a day of school. Sometimes my son will send a photo of him with a gift I have sent. That is as much as I ever get. I wrote letters to him for a while, but he never answered. I have to wonder if his mother withheld those too. Maybe I should include some stationary, a pen and some stamps too. But that almost puts a demand on a gift. Maybe I'll just send some with a letter at a different time. I think this will only get harder as time goes on. I'll probably just resort to sending gift cards at some point.

I think my knitting picnics in the park might become a pleasant day event. It was very enjoyable. While I was there, people's dogs kept walking up to me because they smelled the tuna. Then they would talk for a minute. It was just a nice afternoon. I think it will happen again