The air is rapidly escaping from the sock balloon. I'm working on pair number 7 and I'm finding it hard to be excited about its progress. I'm halfway done with the foot on the second sock and I'm not really looking forward to starting another pair. I still should make at least one more pair. And Kevin will be skiing this winter so I should make him a pair of wool socks too.
There is a five-week skiing program for special needs teens (no parents!) this winter which we'll be signing Kevin up for. He's never done that, so I'm nervous and excited for him at the same time. I can't ski, I fall. Ice skating is more my speed as long as I have at least one foot on the ice at all times. (No jumps!)
Kevin learns by observation. He rode a two-wheeler two days after we took the training wheels off his sister's bike. Fern didn't like Kevin riding her bike, so we took the wheels off his bike. I'm sure he'll see the others skiing and go for it. It's kind of cool he doesn't take the whole fear thing into consideration, fear of failure, fear of falling, fear of falling in front of peers, the usual adult things.
2 weeks ago
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I thought perhaps you might go into business for yourself with those socks. They are gorgeous. I can see the repetitive nature getting the better of a person.
I think that is the coolest thing about the skiing and Kevin. Kids are amazing!
Yay for Kevin!
Good luck for you. I know you're nervous at the thought of letting him go.
It took me a while to figure out what a sock balloon must be.
And major kudos for Kevin.
Lorraine, sorry for being obscure.
I can see where making only socks can get boring after a while. Can you do something else for a bit and get back to the sock thing later? Variety is the spice of life after all.
Kevin has us all beat in many areas. - including a mother who quilts and knits for him!
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