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Monday, June 24, 2013

Cautionary Tales

Last Friday my 65 year old uncle decided to take care of a tree in his backyard and had a devastating accident. He broke 6 vertebrae, 3 ribs and collapsed a lung. I don’t know the full details of this accident, but that’s all I need to know to urge you to be cautious with respect to undertaking dangerous DIY projects. At the moment, my uncle’s prognosis is unclear. It will, however, take significant time for any sort of recovery. Thank you to the emergency crew that came to my uncle’s aid. I am more than a little grateful for their expert care, and it's thanks to them he did not die on scene or en route to the hospital.

As if that wasn’t enough, my 75 year old father suffered a serious fall this weekend while replacing the roof on his house. Fortunately, he did not break any bones, but is missing a large patch of skin and is all cut and bruised up. His doctor asked him what he thought he was doing, replacing the roof at his age, and gave him a lecture on what could happen if he had broken his hip. Thank you for that doctor.

In both instances things could easily have ended differently. Either one of them could have died. Peter often wants to take on a household project I feel is too risky. At the moment, we are having footings placed in our backyard for a new fire escape. While it’s not difficult to put in footings, Peter has a curvature in his spine that makes that sort of work problematic for him. I’d rather pay to have someone else dig those holes and pour the cement than allow Peter to strain his back and potentially be bed ridden for however long. Sometimes the discussion over whether Peter should proceed or not with a project gets rather heated. Personally, I’d rather have those hot words than suffer the results listed above.

So, in an abrupt segue, it has been a great change of pace to return to Babette. While crochet is not really my thing, it has been nice to see the pile of squares grow, and I am enjoying it. All of the largest and smallest squares are finished, and most of them even have their ends taken care of. It helped to carry around a fistful of squares, leaving all other amusements behind for the day. If there was nothing else to do, those ends could at least be worked on to fill the time. 32 4-round squares remain to be crocheted, and 14 6-rounders.

Waiting for all of the squares to be crocheted before starting to assemble the blanket seemed silly. There were enough finished squares of all sizes to complete one section of the design. It took a fair amount of time to piece the squares together. It is clear from the bit that’s finished that the quality of the stitching varies from square to square. Hopefully blocking will help smooth out some of the lumps, but I am not too sure about that – there may not be much room for adjustment with those crocheted joins.

1 comment:

  1. Oh Gale, that's too bad. Lucky Dad, though. My unle fell from a ladder when he was about 70, the subsequent head injury turned into early dementia. Happy that didn't occur in these cases. I laughed at the swatch in the bra, what a food idea!