Climb every mountain
Wednesday April 04th 2007, 12:28 pm
Filed under: Knit

Never a dull moment.

I think there need to be a heck of a lot more dull moments right now.

Merino (and the only Superwash I could immediately find in my stash), for softness and warmth, you want wool, not acrylic, for playing in the snow: this is to convey the message that Nicholas would get out in the snow again, and not to be afraid of going back. Hand-dyed yarn from my friend, so that all the more hands would be participating in the endeavor and outcome. A hat: warmth and cushioning all at once. Alright, let’s put it baldly, it’s the closest I can come to knitting the kid a helmet.

Our friend Jim was our kids’ organ teacher, and when our older son was 16, Jim got him invited to play the Mormon Tabernacle Organ in Salt Lake City on a weekday as a guest. Jim’s a good one, and his wife was the first person I knew to greet me when I checked into Stanford Hospital last fall for testing; she was working in that department that week.

They’ve always juggled their work schedules so that one of them is home with the kids, which means that sometimes during lessons I got drafted to hold the baby. I remember one memorable time when my other kids and I got Nicholas giggling so hard he started hiccuping and burping, his laughing coming out interrupted and loud, and Jim came running to make sure his baby was okay. Good times.

We got a horrifying email today. Nicholas yesterday lived every childhood fear of heights of mine, falling out of his ski lift, at least 25 feet. He’s alive. No paralysis. No head injury. A few broken bones, and they’ve got him in the ICU to monitor his spleen, but all the could-haves that didn’t happen…

A warm hat. I had to do SOMEthing! I can just picture him asking his daddy, with his wrist in a cast, when can he play piano again?

This is not what I’d planned on knitting today. But you can see why it was suddenly imperative that I go dig this ball out of my stash and knit this.

Robert, this was from the rest of the Lisa Souza dyelot that your hat was knitted from. I was always going to make you a matching scarf. I won’t have enough now, but you understand.

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Oh how scary! Glad he is okay. Lisa’s yarn is so nice, I’m sure he will love the hat.

Comment by Lisa 04.04.07 @ 7:11 pm

He even tried to smile for the camera in the hospital. He’s a trooper.

He must have fallen exactly perfectly to have survived that and to have survived it so well. I saw the photos. Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.

Comment by AlisonH 04.05.07 @ 12:41 pm

(The green in the background is Robert’s handweaving.)

Comment by AlisonH 04.06.07 @ 6:03 pm

[…] from writer’s blog, and then the doorbell rang just now, rescuing me: Jim,  (written about here, here, here, here, here and here–he’s Nicholas’s dad) holding a sweater out […]

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