River View From The Bus Stop

Eric leaves early to help set up chairs and risers, so I took the bus to see the Jewish Community Orchestra's first concert of the season, with him in the trombone section.
A teary-eyed day for me. I'm about to rip out a big part of the sweater I'm knitting, showing you what a novice I still am. I mean, it still feels like loss instead a way to do it right. First I have to dust it off the pile of yarn, it's been pushed aside for so long. Time: why don't I have long, uninterrupted stretches of time instead of the chopped up hours I end up with. Knit two hours, Put-away one year, Repeat.
A few kind words about losing my Becky, from an orchestra player, kept tears sliding down my cheeks the rest of the evening. Such is life.