My silk yarn did arrive, and I'm playing around with it. It's handspun from "sari waste" in Nepal; it seems that the spinners aren't terribly skilled--sometimes the twist is very tight, other places the yarn is all fuzzy and bulky. It knits easier than it crochets, so I think I'lll knit squares in various patterns, then crochet them together with black, and maybe line the garment with hot pink cotton or something similar. Colors are great--lots of reds, turquoise and green with black. Not the smoothest stuff for knitting, but vibrant and interesting to work with. I may end up couching some of it onto a quilted piece, also.
The Deep Spaces exhibit has arrived and is hanging. When we visited on Friday the labels weren't up yet. The works are really spectacular; I'm very proud to be part of the show. The opening reception is this Thursday evening. I'll take some photos and post when I can. The euphoria I had expected is tempered by the realities of our life at home right now--but I find that I'm contented with the status quo. I will attend the reception as long as I can, depending on what Pat needs. He really wants to attend. We'll take it day by day. Friends, family and church people have been very supportive. The cat snuggles at appropriate times. Life is pretty good, considering.