To explain. We had plane tickets already for my parents’ celebration when we got the word.
Turns out Southwest doesn’t fly into Fort Worth, and we’ve done the two and a half hour drive in from Love Field airport in rush hour before; no thank you.
And so we flew home, had thirteen hours overnight to launder, repack, sleep, and run right back to San Jose airport in the morning.
My husband’s mother is now under hospice care and his father just had surgery for the form of melanoma that you want to have, if you have to. It was time to come see them, too, and the cheapest tickets were the ones with that thirteen hour layover.
In a way, my losing that ziplock bag and the expectation along with it of surprising my sister-in-law with silk and her daughter with hat-ly warmth somehow became okay: because my shock and my loss, acknowledging freely that it was over minor stuff, quite honestly gave us an opening to come emotionally together over, this good woman who has taken such good care of her parents daily. Who needed someone to feel as she does about her own losses, far and beyond any stitches gone to the air.
I had wondered if she would like the blue I’d picked; instead, I have the memory to treasure forever of her exclaiming, on seeing the deep cream dk silk that the good folks at Colourmart surprised me with as a gift a few months ago, “Oh, that’s pretty!” It was gratifying to know I could do her some good in return for all that she’s given of herself. In retrospect, I think happy anticipation was the best idea.
I am so glad I put that cone in my bag!
And then I found the second Malabrigo hat–at some point somehow I had switched which ziplock bag it was in, and so one project out of the four was saved. And my niece exclaimed over it, too. Score
The new silk shawl is humming along nicely.