In between helping with the drywall, I plied some spindle-spun singles I finished the night of Christmas, and cast on some bulky yarn slipper-socks for Brian. I knit 1 1/2 Duck feet during our AZ trip, but dropped everything fibery once we got home. With the arrival of Christmas, I suddenly wanted to bury myself in projects, a strange departure for this monogamous crafter. I am certain it is some sort of reaction to Russell's impending departure, a coping mechanism kicking in. After all, I can't spend all my time crying in this:
That's it for today from . . .
5 comments:
It's wrenching letting go... no matter how it happens. I could tell you to focus on the bright side, but that would seem trite...
Go ahead and wallow. He's been your partner for a number of very good years. It's kind of like a divorce - and you will survive, but it's hard, nonetheless.
hey, I must have missed something. What is going on with Russell? why is he departing?
Denise, it's a long, long saga if you care to read back through the posts on my horse/dressage blog (link at right).
Sounds as if this home for Russell is a prayer answered....for both families. Rejoice in the fact that you recognized the perfect place for him when the opportunity presented itself. A good steward for our beloved animals knows what's best for their charges despite how much it hurts our hearts. Congrats on being such a great owner for your critter family.
Still, this brings a tear to my eye.
Warm thoughts coming your way.
So sorry to hear of Russell's departure, but Kelly says it so well...you are such a wonderful owner and friend to let him go. Hugs for the coming days.
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