I finally finished the hat for DD Christina. I'm anxious to see it on her because, as always, I'm worried about how it will fit. She has soooooo much hair. I'm having lunch with and granddaughter Alexia next week.
The scraps of yarn on the left are all that's left from the gauntlets and hat. I had so much fun that I've decided to do it again with the yarn on the right. I need to dye up some sock yarn for contrast so I can start. I'm starting to think it might be fun to wind off the second color repeat and try some toe-up socks from Cat Borghi's book. I've got lots of time.
After all these years, I'm still taken aback by hour our beautiful clouds.
Last night on my Retirement Eve, I was helping the last library patron of the night. We had already closed up the building, dropped the blinds and locked the doors. My poor patron couldn't understand why I wasn't seeing his overdue books that he had just asked me to renew. Pam told me later that he had asked her and she had already done that.
I explained that the first any of his materials was due wasn't until July 1st. He's about 35, very pleasant and usually comes right before we close. I turned the monitor so he could see the screen with me and had leaned my body, supported by my right elbow onto the counter. At that moment, our heads were less than a foot apart. Suddenly a wave of something passed through me and I thought I was going to pass out. I looked at the patron and saw that he too was experiencing something, so it occurred to me that we must be getting a current through the counter. I felt myself falling to the left, but when I stepped back to keep my balance the effect passed away.
It was then that I realized that my patron was having a petit mal seizure and was frozen in a partial crouch to his left. I signaled to two other staff in the building and they both came over to help us; Pam rolled up a chair for him to sit in as his seizure began to pass. Liz wanted me to call 911, but the other seizures I have exprienced have cycled thorugh in minutes, as did his. As he came back, he told us his dad was there and we brought him in. Within five minutes, it was over and he walked out with his dad.
When I was a medical transcriber, two of my accounts were neurologists. I couldn't help think how little we see seizures these days, due to the miracle of modern drugs. I talked to Ian after I got home, because I didn't realize the electrical current could pass from one experiencing a seizure to another, but as he pointed out, we were both grounded by the counter. I woke up this morning, way too early, thinking about the event again. It happened on the last night of my entire library career, reminding me that life will always be full of surprises.
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