As I have mentioned in previous blog posts, I used to summer at my grandmother’s.
She lived on what was then the outskirts of Fresno, California, in a small (at least by today’s standards) house on a couple of acres of land.
Occasionally, when I would go to visit her, I would develop a summer cold and would be required to convalesce under her watchful eye.
Recuperating from a cold at my grandmother’s house required that one’s ailing body not be taxed by any television viewing or book reading that might deplete what little remained of a body’s energy stores and thereby interfere with the healing process.
To assist in the recovery, my grandmother would swaddle me first in a wool blanket that was then covered with a down comforter. Having taken these measures which effectively, my grandmother could rest assured that if the heat didn’t kill the germs, a lack of oxygen just might. With any luck, I, unlike the germs, would survive the wrap treatment and eventually be able to resume my summer vacation.
I am reminded of all this because the past few days I have been wrestling with a cold, and while it no longer has the better of me, for several days it did force me to curtail all of my activities, including crochet.
But today, I found myself able to get back into my crafting groove, and I completed an additional 13 rows of half double crochet:
which allowed me to lay out the second of what will be six rows of dots: