I fear flying. A lot. Unreasonably.
Not only for myself but for my nearest and dearest too. I thought I was going to be miserable last night waiting to hear from DH that he has landed and all is well.
Instead I ended up spending a lovely evening with our friends, who generously invited me over for a barbecue and old (very old) Russian movies. We sat there laughing and talking, eating charred chicken, partially incinerated hot dogs and drinking nice tasty red wine.
All the while I was knitting a new Amazing Siberian Slipper for DH, praying for his safety and being glad that I was not alone. I got home closer to 4 a.m. than to 3. Almost sober but relaxed enough to not clutch at my phone.
Put in a load of laundry in the washer. Hung up the load that washed while I was away and went on to look at knitting books on Amazon.
Crawled into bed around 6 a.m. And… missed the first time DH called to let me know that all is well and he has landed in NY and was already in Crown Heights. Caught the call 20 minutes later. It was 3 a.m. there. He told me he was going dancing. I was so happy that for a few minutes I felt that I could fly. Kids, demanding breakfast brought me down in a hurry. But I am still smiling. And my heart is light.
A few hours later I pulled out my Siberian Slipper with some trepidation. After all I was not very sober while I knit it. Hooray for Henya! Even slightly altered state of consciousness did not affect my knitting! It is perfect! And the top of the first slipper is almost finished!!!
P.S. And now, not only have I finally wrote the first post in many weeks, but I have also figured out how to add a photo to it. Something I hesitated to do for many years!!!
Now, buoyed by this huge victory I am going to go and knit some more!