All in their family
Tuesday November 16th 2010, 12:29 am
Filed under: "Wrapped in Comfort",Friends

As I ice my hands…

If you remember this story. (Seriously–don’t miss it.)

The one thing to add to it is that Gigi herself had started that first shawl, test knitting for me early on in the process of Wrapped in Comfort, and I should have given her credit for it publicly in that post. She’d returned it to me with the yoke finished and enough of the body done to prove the pattern was written correctly, but, feeling she was just never going to get it done, she let it go. Wistfully.  So of course I finished it and gave it to her; she’d thoroughly earned it, by her friendship as well as her work–and it was such an easy way to make her so happy!  Then I finished the second one for the publisher.

It came in handy in the end, too, definitely.

Now, I’ve known Gigi’s son-in-law since he was dating her daughter Jasmin. He’s a peach; that expression on his face when he opened that door that night said it all (but I already knew that).

And so when Gigi commented that she was “Off to show my love and affection to the son-in-law by heckling him,” after reading my post on teasing, I found myself breaking into random giggles all day today–I know how much those two love each other!

I got a note from her this evening: “I think I almost killed him tonight, he was laughing so hard.”

Dying laughing is what it’s all about in the first place. Together, and happily so.

(Meantime, the knitter mumbles, 445 stitches per row on the laceweight, got 12 rows done today. Halfway finished.)

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Death by laughter… what a way to go! Knit on. Some of us are eager for the next book already. 😉

Comment by Channon 11.16.10 @ 7:14 am

So—-Laughter really is the best medicine.

Comment by Sherry in Idaho 11.16.10 @ 7:36 am

that many stitches sounds daunting (and I’m glad I don’t count the stitches in my quilting!!)

Comment by Bev 11.16.10 @ 10:02 am

I’m with you on the counting of rows–I ~want~ to cast on for a sweater in yummy yummy alpaca, but I ~need~ to put a few inches on a boring teaching hat so it’s ready for Sunday’s class.


Comment by Lanafactrix 11.16.10 @ 10:40 am

Yes, Sherry, laughter really is the best medicine. That was demonstrated way back in December of ’08 when Alison was hospitalized, and her Dad sent her something funny, citing Norman Cousin’s recovery from illness through laughter. And oddly, that led to my starting my own blog.

And as long as we’re talking about laughter, did you hear about the fellow who learned to play the piano by ear? Wonder why he didn’t use his fingers.

Comment by Don Meyer 11.16.10 @ 10:45 am

Laughter is the best medicine. I dosed one of my too serious doctors at the hospital. He came in and asked, ” How are your ankles?” Retaining fluids and all that. I truthfully responded,”They are charming.”
He laughed so hard, I was worried about him hurting himself.

Comment by Gigi 11.16.10 @ 11:29 am

Laughing till you cry is such a rare thing. I treasure every chance that happens

Comment by Carol 11.16.10 @ 6:15 pm

Laughter is healing and soothing 🙂

Comment by TripletMom 11.16.10 @ 7:53 pm

I smiled all the way through both posts – the new one and the historical one. As much from gratitude that you both made it through the surgeries as from the fun of the stories.

But are you still feeling OK? I don’t think I caught a single pun. (Just teasing!)

Comment by twinsetellen 11.16.10 @ 10:17 pm

You are not supposed to catch Alison’s puns, you are supposed to dodge them.

Comment by Gigi 11.16.10 @ 10:21 pm

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