Well Sir Raccoon was back last night. I couldn’t get a better image. I’m pretty sure I’ll have lots of opportunities to shoot more photos of him. I did leave out cat food with spicy hot chili garlic sauce. Thanks for that suggestion!
My closest friends from high school, brought me flowers and cookies and cupcakes. They knew my mom well. I had the joy and privilege to know their moms too.
My calm and peace has been shaken this morning. I’m feeling lots of things and I want to get busy doing something. I have nothing to do. No collage to help with, no dress to go buy, no Mass to attend. This is new territory for me. ( I will be visiting the Carmelite nuns, her favorites, next week with a cake. I am planning to bring the nursing home staff one last cake, and I’m going to moms grave once she is buried) Zach also suggested we do it up big on Day of the Dead this year for my mom. Love that idea.
I’ve been thinking of a way to knit and honor my mom, Noreen. For the past few days I’ve been looking at patterns and such. I finally found what feels right.
There are these things called Fidget or Twiddle Muffs. My mom loved to twiddle things in her fingers even as she became more and more handicapped with physical parts of the mental disease. I’ll knit one up to demonstrate.
You knit a soft muff or tube and you add ribbons and knitted or crocheted flowers and bumps and things to the muff for the person to feel, twiddle and fidget with as they lie in bed or sit in their chair.
I would say no buttons or anything that is not washable. Firmly attached things can be added to the muff ( some things of interest you knitted like a flower, or ribbons, with a few good knots. ) I recently showed my mom a photo of Allison and Zach and she seemed interested in it and then put it in her mouth and began to eat it. Oh dear. So safety is a big issue for folks who are under the grips of memory disease.
If anyone wants to knit/crochet/ or felt a twiddle muff I will be shooting for Honey’s Hundred. (inspired by Harry’s hundred ) All the grands called my mom Honey. Her license plate said Honey. All her friends began to call her Honey. So …honey’s hundred.
Im going to knit now. Please send me the muff if you choose to make one. I do not EXPECT anyone to make one. Only if it is something you wish to do. It is not a measure of our bloggy wonderful relationship, it is just a way for you to use up leftovers in a meaningful way if you wish.
Hugs. kathy b