I got a package in the mail! Yarn for this year's Red Scarf:
(Yes, that is seven (7!) skeins of yarn, 861 yards, for one scarf. I haven't made a DK weight scarf (since pre-Ravelry; hence, no record of yardage used), so I bought enough to be sure I didn't run out. Presumably I will have some left over for preemie caps or fingerless gloves or something.)
and yarn for a second chemo cap* for Smokey's co-worker**:
En Esch was kind enough to help me out in the photo shoot.
He even stuck around while I was knitting on the deck.
He likes to remind me of his ultimate cuteness...
...completely unencumbered by brains.
* I would like to request that no more of my relatives or acquaintances or co-workers be diagnosed with cancer. This will be my fourth chemo hat since June. Enough, already! Cancer, begone!
** Remember when that championship golfer's wife was diagnosed with cancer and he withdrew from the pro tour to take care of her? Not to minimize their ordeal, but at least she has, 1, partner to do that, and b, the financial resources to make it possible. When we saw the story on the news, Smokey got a little indignant, saying, "What about other women with cancer? The ones who rearrange their work schedule so they can have their chemo on their days off? The ones who have to keep working because they have no choice?" He was thinking of his co-worker. I have thought of her many times since that.
