The post right after my last post was supposed to be about my knitting for the car. You see, every year, the kids and I spend the beginning of August in Michigan. This year, I’m just not strong enough to drive there with the kids all by myself, so Dixon came up with a brilliant solution. He drove us all the way up, flew back here to work his seven day shift, and then flew back up to drive us home.
One thousand five hundred eighty seven miles of knitting time.
Then in the post after that, I was going to tell you all about our trip. I forgot to factor in, however, being so totally wiped out by the journey that blogging would be left by the wayside for a while. Oh well. The photos are there, safely hiding in the little CF card…
But anyway, back to the rosary socks. Have you ever noticed that long car trips with captive children are PERFECT for introducing new forms of the rosary to them? New sung rosaries on ipods, beautiful scriptural rosaries ready to be passed up and back between the seats… One of my role models as a Catholic mom told me long ago that if children can be entertained by singing “99 bottles of beer on the wall” they can certainly sing their way through five decades while held captive by their seatbelts.
So I planned lots of knitting and praying. First I was going to finish Enily’s green screen gloves… they needed to be done by her birthday (and you already know that they weren’t…)
then perhaps sew some buttons on baby sweaters.
For some reason, a pair of almost finished cashmere socks were calling to me. You know, just plain socks. Nothing special about the pattern, just round and round knit and pray socks. So I knit, decade by decade, and they were done.
Fast-forward to the end of our first week in Michigan. Dear friends of our family – my Girl Scout leader when I was in elementary school! Parents of classmates of mine and my sister…. called my parents late in the evening to tell them that one of their daughtera had unexpectedly died. What a blessing to be able to press a pair of prayer-filled socks into my mom’s hands to take to Kathy when they rushed over there minutes later. In retrospect, I should have realized that the Holy Spirit was involved in my need to finish those socks…
And what does a praying knitter do when she finishes a pair of cashmere rosary socks and sends them to someone who needs so many more prayers than I could ever pray? She casts on another pair, of course. Blue ones this time.
The second week we were there, my Aunt Nancy, my godmother, my mom’s little sister, had a heart catheterization that was followed unexpectedly by emergency quadruple bypass surgery. The socks are done, and on their way.
With less than 1600 miles of driving, I didn’t have time to finish three pairs. So my Aunt Mary Ellen’s aren’t quite done. Aunt Mary Ellen and I have shared our cancer journey together. We’ve complained about steroids together, worried about long term effects of chemotherapy together, whined and fussed about things tasting bad and the pains of mouth sores that just take forever to heal. Aunt Mary Ellen was in critical condition in the ICU a couple of weeks ago, but being the amazingly strong lady she’s always been, was able to leave the rehab center last Monday to go out for ice cream with my dad, George and me (and a wonderful assortment of cousins, aunts and uncles! I had just planned on a brief nursing home visit and was blessed with a family reunion instead. It was the best part of my trip for sure) But anyway, by the time the rest of the swelling in Aunt Mary Ellen’s legs go down, she’ll have a pair of very vivid purple cashmere prayer socks ready to put on.
So there you go. Three pairs (almost) of Rosary Socks during one vacation. And we still found time to go to the zoo and the beach.