We went to see Grandma Skelly today at the rehab center. When we got there, she was snoozing in bed with crocheting in her hand. That makes me smile, because Grandma has always been all about the crocheting, whether super-attractive vests (ahem!) or afghans for Christmas (one year all the cousins got them; I still have mine) or doilies or angels or clothes for an entire Barbie wedding party (maybe just the girls?) or new baby blankets for my boys or... the list goes on and on.
In another wing of the rehab center is a nursing home "for retarded people," Grandma told me, and she's crocheting lap robes for them. There are sixteen people there. She knew she'd never get 16 lap robes made, but even if she made a few, it would give her something to do.
She's up past 10 now. Apparently the people at the rehab center cleared out their yarn stash for her. The finished ones are in all different colors; the one she was working on today was in pinks and reds and white.
And then she told me that when she first got back to the rehab center, she had a bad attitude. She was feeling nasty all the time. When someone would walk by her door talking, she'd feel mad that they were talking about that -- whatever it was. Since crocheting has been the way she's filled her hours and days and weeks for years and years now, she decided she'd see if she could do some crocheting.
Now, something like a month later, she has piles of these lap robes for the people in the nursing home, she has something to do, and she has a better attitude -- and she'll tell you that, too.
No wonder the people in the craft room cleaned out their yarn stash for her!
So let's hear it for the 98-year-old (two months from 99!) lady who's keeping her hands busy and has found a way to improve her attitude. (And who has Aunt Jeannie pick up a couple of cute cars for my boys when they came to visit today. They loved them. And Mark said, "We are thankful for what we got," when we got home.")