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Mum left yesterday, after having been here since Monday. She brought the rest of my things and helped me settle in a bit more in a way only mums are capable of. :)

She also brought something a bit...scary. It is a half-finished knotted tapestry. Dad knotted one half of it when he was recovering from his hernia. He got better before finishing it and never got 'round to finishing the whole thing.

It's been tidied away for nearly eight years and neither mum or sis felt it was right for them to try to finish it. For reasons I'm not quite sure about, they feel I am and therefore I've inherited it. So, I've got a tapestry to finish.

I figured out how the knots works (yay reverse engineering!) and I've finished several rows already. It's been a while since I've done needlepoint or tapestry, but I find myself disappearing into the task and being soothed by the repetitive nature of it.

As I work on it, I'm aware that this is something dad started and I get to finish it. It feels a lot like helping him putting in the electrics and ceiling of the house in Nieuw Scheemda, or building a wall, or putting in the concrete foundation for the conservatory.

Making something with your own hands is wonderful. Making something with one of my family members, even years apart, is far beyond that. And being able to do that in my own home just adds a whole new level.

I have a happy.