I think it’s official by now that I’m a terrible blogger. I have the best intentions, but never manage to get things typed up or photos off the camera until weeks after the event. We’ve sped by the beginning of school, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and are now approaching the solstice and Christmas. Our Holiday celebrations are a bit of both here and my husband, in particular, is a huge fan of lighting in the deepest days of winter. It’s a time of great renewal for us, along with a welcome rest period from the hustle of the school routine for the big kids and activities and erranding trips for the little kids.
This year I finally bought an advent spiral and beeswax candles and we’ve been enjoying lighting them each (well, most — we’ve missed a couple) evenings. The spiral arrived on the third, so here’s the first evening we used it:
Going through the holiday rituals and routine has been really hard for me this year. My dad has a rare form of cancer that typically doesn’t respond very well to treatment. We found out the specifics on my oldest’s ninth birthday. (We being the adults — we’re being very conservative with what we share with the kid and when.) Dad is resting between rounds of chemotherapy this month, so that’s a blessing, but we’re not going to have as long with him as we hoped to have. Not that there’s ever a good time to face the mortality of one’s parents, but I’m not ready. Not at all.
I find myself searching through Ravelry at odd hours looking for patterns for soft, warm hats that are rugged-looking enough to be acceptable to a retired veteran living out on the plains. I know eventually I’ll find one, and I will knit it with love, but it won’t be ready for Christmas. Sorry, Dad.