What in the Sam Hill was I smoking?

So, I go to the grocery store yesterday which was my first mistake. Were you aware that everyone on the planet waits until the day before a major holiday to do their grocery shopping? Who knew? I think I knew this, but it was not filed away under "days to not go to the store", so it wasn't easily accessible. It must have been one of the odd ball documents down at the bottom of the page that you are too lazy to click and move to a folder, and your eyes just tend to gloss over when you see them.

I was smug in the knowledge that I didn't need to do any "holiday" shopping. I needed food to feed the family for the upcoming week. It somehow made me feel superior to those with ham and eggs in their basket.

After fighting the ham and eggs crowd, I came home, walk in the kitchen, only to be greeted by a child that is not mine. It's my nephew and he's brought his little brother with him. It turns out that his older brother was taken to the hospital for severe abdominal pain. No problem, I've got my sea legs on, I can roll with the waves.

It turns out that the oldest nephew needs his appendix out, and Mom and Dad will be staying at the hospital with him as good parents do. So the interlopers will be spending the night here. My sister-in-law, aka PD, thoughtfully brought the Easter basket fixin's for her two so all I had to do was assemble.

Fast forward to this morning when I realize my second mistake. What do you feed children Easter morning? The second day of the year where it's all about the chocolate, the first being Halloween? You guessed it. The donuts I bought at the store yesterday!

I am the only adult stuck at the house with 6 children between the ages of 13 and 5, all of whom will be hopped up on sugar, two of which have been diagnosed with ADHD, and a third on crutches. I envy the Husband having to work today.

My third mistake was not stocking up on beer at the store. I think I only have 2 bottles left. They will have to suffice. I need to go, I just heard a kid ask if we have any ice cream in the house and its only 10am.

Happy Easter, Passover, or Vernal Equinox.

Ho Hum

The Husband pointed out a few days ago that I hadn't updated the Blog in about a month. I came to the realization that I hadn't felt particularly inspired. It wasn't that I just felt that I had nothing to write about, but I felt uninspired in many aspects of my life.

The knitting is still there. It's just not an inspiring knit. I decided that the cardigan I had made of my own design from the Malabrigo I had in the stash would be better off repurposed as a different sweater, because although my gauge was spot on, I apparently think I have a linebacker's physique. I was going for comfortable (I'm not a big fan of fitted sweaters), what I got was comforter. So, I bumbled around on Ravelry and found a suitable alternative.

What I settled upon was Mr. Greenjeans by Amy Swenson. It's a good, basic cardigan with a little pizzazz. I'm sure I'll like it once it's finished. But I feel uninspired because I really don't have to think while making it. I'm following a pattern without making any modifications. Don't get me wrong, sometimes mindless knitting can be a good thing.

I feel uninspired with my choice of reading material lately. I'm currently reading Charles Dicken's "The Old Curiosity Shop". I love Dickens. I love the silly names he gives some of his characters (Richard Swiveller and Sophy Wackles), and the even sillier characteristics some have.

"…had it consorted with Miss Brass's maiden modesty and gentle womanhood to have assumed her brother's clothes in a frolic and sat down beside him, it would have been difficult for the oldest friend of the family to determine which was Sampson and which Sally, especially as the lady carried upon her upper lip certain reddish demonstrations, which, if the imagination had been assisted by her attire, might have been mistaken for a beard. These were, however, in all probability, nothing more than eyelashes in a wrong place, as the eyes of Miss Brass were quite free from any such natural impertinencies."

In spite of that brilliant prose, I'm just not feeling it.

I'm especially feeling uninspired in my job and here around the house. I'm a part time merchandiser. I go into stores and set up displays, and keep them stocked and neat. We have one client that I have been dealing with for years, and I like them (they have a dog as the mascot). But lately, I've been sent to other retailers in addition to my regular stops. While these other retailers don't take much time, they are impossible to deal with. I mostly deal with management, and when I can find one (a manager) they are no help whatsoever. They often vaguely wave me off in a direction, tell me I need to talk to someone else, and then that someone else is impossible to find, and the manager has disappeared. This retailer is often thought to be the reason for the downfall of the Mom and Pop stores, if you know what I mean.

I find that I resent being sent to these other retailers. I just want to go to the one I like, do my job, and go home. Very uninspiring.

When I arrive at home, there are so many things that need to be done, and so many things that could be done to make this a beautiful home (right now, it's just functional), but I go through the house with blinders on.

At this point in the blog, I've lost my inspiration to even find a way to neatly tie up my loose thoughts.

Later.

 

What Goes Around

I am a believer in the natural goodness of people, karma, the golden rule, call it what you will. Last evening, my belief was proven to my sometimes cynical husband.

While eating dinner out with the family at a local pizza joint, an elderly woman collapsed in the lobby on her way out of the restaurant. Where we were seated, I had a clear view of the lobby, and saw the lady go down. Several people rushed to her aid, but I noticed that nearly all were just standing, staring and doing nothing. So I assumed she was just slow to get up, until I heard "911" said by someone. So I smacked the Husband on the arm, and said, "Get over there."

I knew that he would be more of a help than those that were just doing nothing but staring. Being a former paramedic and currently a police officer, he is trained in these types of situations. Evidently, the crowd of looky-loo's realized that he knew what to do, because when he pulled out his ever present mini flashlight to check her pupil's dilation, the crowd meandered back to their pizza. I like to joke with the Husband that he is a bit squirrely because he never leaves the house without certain items. He claims that you never know when you might need a flashlight, or knife. I call it "geeky", he calls it "prepared". Although, come to think of it, I hardly ever leave the house without my small knitting bag, because you never know when a knit fight might break out.

Once the paramedics arrived and took the lady to the hospital, the Husband returned to his now cold hoagie from which he had only taken one bite before I made him spring into action. Here's the good karma part, the manager came over to thank him for taking charge, and said that she would take 50% off our bill and she made him a new hoagie since his other one had gone cold. It was an unexpected, but welcome gesture. I think she may even have called him a hero. The Husband insists that he is not a hero, but that is just typical of any man or woman in uniform. If you call them a hero, they will tell you that they are just doing their job. Regardless, hearing the Husband called a hero made the kidlets beam with pride.

They know what he does for a living, but they have never seen him "in action". They only get to see him when he drags his tired self in the door after a long shift. In spite of that poor woman's state (I sincerely hope that she is o.k.), last evening was rather uplifting. My children got to see that there are good people in this world, and that when someone needs help, you should come to their aid without expectation of reward. But sometimes, you may receive a reward, like a warm hoagie.

Uncle

I give up. You win. After gallbladder surgery, a fatblobremovedfrombackectomy (it is too a procedure), a week of headaches and neck aches, and kids home from school because of snow, a holiday, and the teacher's wanted to combine the holiday with an "in service" day so they could have a 4 day weekend, and more snow, you win.

I'll be in bed. Wake me in April.

Squeee!

My new obsession is being delivered today! It's a Lendrum.

I had the opportunity to try out other wheels during my class. I worked on a Louet, an Ashford, a Majacraft, and a Schacht. I found that I really liked the Lendrum. The Ashford Saxony was a bit wobbly for my taste. It just didn't feel solid. While I liked the Louet, Majacraft, and the Schacht, I think for the money the Lendrum was the best buy. It's solid, very easy to assemble and disassemble for transporting (if you are into taking your wheel with you), and it comes with a good range of spin ratio's right out of the box. I purchased the "complete" model because it gave you the jumbo flyer for plying or making bulky yarn and the fast flyer. If purchased separately, it would have been more expensive than buying the wheel and adding these later.

I guess I won't get in the shower until the postman arrives. I can't risk missing the momentous event! Yeah, I'm squirrely that way.

ZZZZZZZZZZ, unh.

That's the sound I make while I recover from gallbladder surgery. Lots of sleep, and lots of grunting. Every one I spoke with that has also had their gallbladder removed tells me that I'll realize how bad I was feeling before the surgery, because I'll feel so much better after. Well, duh. Anything will be an improvement over the soreness and bruising around my multiple (but small) incisions.

I'm rather late in letting all of you know (all 3 or 4 of you that bother to read this) that we made it through the holidays unscathed, and it turned out to be the best (and by best, I mean least stressful) holiday season ever. This year I actually managed to get everything done in a timely manner, so I only had to sit back and enjoy the time with family.

But I didn't get any rest once the new year began. In between doctor visits for me, the Girl, and Thing2, I took spinning lessons! ...with a wheel... I have a new addiction. One that I currently suck doing, but an addiction none the less.

I am lucky enough to live in a part of the country also occupied by one of 5 master spinners in the US. She has rubbed elbows and is on a first name basis with some of the big playas. Gord is one, as in Gord Lendrum, maker of the Lendrum spinning wheel. And let's not forget Judith. On our last day of class she showed us, and let us try, making Judith's "Wolf Yarn". This is a mohair yarn that she said Judith sold a lot of when she first started spinning and selling her handspun. She called it "Wolf Yarn" because it kept the wolves from the door. Judith? Judith MacKenzie McCuin.

And now, possibly the bravest thing I have ever done. Pictures of my first attempts at spinning and plying. One caveat, though, the light isn't the best today...as if that will make up for it's suckiness.

My first handspun from Corriedale fiber.

My modest attempt at spinning ramie. This stuff is so soft. It's worth attempting again, but I think I'll wait until I am way more confident with my skills. Like when I get to the point where I'm proud to show off the handspun.

Finally, my attempt at the Wolf Yarn.

In the Bleak Midwinter

This morning was the first day of Christmas break, or as the Husband has taken to calling it, "Daddypalooza". The Husband and the Kidlets will be under foot for the next two weeks.

My day started with a headache. This after awakening at 6:30am to the sound of the cat wanting out of the bedroom, a rollicking discussion with the Husband as to who was going to get up and let her out, and the Husband deciding that "his" two weeks were not going to be wasted lolly gagging about in bed. He proceeded to grab his trumpet, flip on the lights and play "Reveille". Hence, the headache.

I know that the next two weeks I will hear a nonstop barrage of "mom,mom,mom, mom, Kaaaarrren, mom, mom, mom, Kaaarrren." Good thing I have a full bottle of ibuprofen and a lock on the bedroom door. Now if I can just find the stash of chocolate....

Why, yes, science and knitting do mix

Discover Magazine has a post about what happens when science and knitting colide. The sweater would have come in handy while I suffered through high school chemistry.

I Found the Camera (the house still isn't clean or organized)

...I just got lucky.

That is the Swallowtail Shawl I finished I don't know when. I could click on Ravelry and find out, but well, my clicker finger is being lazy today.

I love this. I made it in the "little" size, so it's more like a shawlette. (goofy word that) It gets out and about on a regular basis. It can dress up a plain black outfit, and it looks good with a denim jacket (which the Girl informed me that no one wears anymore). You can't tell, but it's a pretty pale pink.

The light is crap today, because we got a whopping 1/2" of snow overnight. Naturally, the kidlets had to rush into my bedroom at ohdarkthirty to let me know that there was real life snow on the ground, and will school be cancelled, do ya think?

That there is a life sized shawl. It's called Creideamh (Gaelic for 'faith') from the Embrace the Lace Club. It's made from Miss Babs Yearning, which is a merino/tussah silk blend, and for some reason this pattern by Renee Leverington didn't give me nearly as much trouble as the Swallowtail. I had to start that sucker over about 5 times. It wasn't the pattern, I just wasn't concentrating.





This is a good all around shawl. It's not too frilly that you wouldn't be afraid to wad it in a ball on a long flight or car ride to use as a pillow, but you will still look good wearing it through the airport and not look like you are going to a formal function. Some shawls in my opinion are "black tie only".



These are the socks I finished while 'granny sitting'. Jared just had a nice post about how your knitting reminds you of where you were while knitting. I will always think of "Mother" when I put these on. I think it's a fitting tribute since she always complained of being cold, and didn't like cold feet. These are from Lorna's Laces in a plain Jane 2x2 ribbing pattern, and they are very warm.


My current project* is the latest Embrace the Lace offering called Prudence, a cowl and mitt set designed by Anne Hanson using Lobster Pot yarn. This is going quick. I was even able to work on it while in front of the t.v. without any errors, something I normally wouldn't attempt with a more difficult pattern.

*I do have other projects, like the green cardigan I've been working on forever (I'm on sleeve 2), and a pair of socks in self striping Patons Kroy, but I was so excited about finding the camera, I forgot to take pictures!

It's Why I Knit

We've been going through a bit of a rough patch here lately. My kind, sweet grandmother-in-law recently passed away. The family (her children) didn't want her to be alone during her final days, so it was my privilege to "granny sit" while she was living at the in-laws and later hospice. I would take a turn giving those that were much more closely attached to her a chance to run errands, visit with others outside of Granny's range of hearing, or so they could take a much needed "emotion break".

Having gone through this with my own mother, sometimes those closest to the person who is slowly fading away needs a little time out of the highly emotional epicenter. All the while, I was knitting.

Not a week later, I had to have Wally the cat put down. He was only 7 years old, and had a massive tumor in his stomach. He was a very independent feline. He ignored the kidlets, tolerated me, and he only really liked the Husband. I was ambivalent towards him. He was just another life form in the house that needed to be fed and cleaned regularly. I still cried when the vet put him to sleep. He died like he lived, hissing and growling. I guess he did this to make it easier on me. Maybe he did like me.

But as I sat at the vet's for an hour and a half waiting for test results and x-rays. I knit.

Wednesday I have to have an MRI for a weird bump that showed up suddenly on my spine. It's probably nothing. Tomorrow, the Gaggs (my MIL) is having surgery to have a defibrillator inserted for her heart.

The Husband mentioned tonight that he's not been able to shake an anxious feeling he's had all day. I know it's a culmination of the stress of the past weeks that doesn't look like it's going to slow down for a while.

My response to him? "Why do you think I knit?"

Random Saturday

1. I can't find my 'go to' sweater from last year, or the several pairs of socks I made over the summer. I really need to clean and organize this house.

2. Have you ever tried to keep food in the larder while living with a swarm of locusts? It's damn near impossible. Thank goodness for Sam's Club. When we are out of consumables, there is always the eleventy billion packs of microwave popcorn I picked up on the last trip. The house perpetually smells like a movie theater.

3. It's really fun to hold a little kitten to your ear and listen to her purr.

4. There are dog/cat hair tumbleweeds the size of a full grown Chihuahua blowing about in the front hall. I really need to clean and organize this house.

5. Taking my turn sitting at hospice with Mother (granny-in-law) these last two weeks gives me much time to knit and contemplate in the quiet room. I have been able to observe the different grieving processes of family members. Some openly weep, some deny, others put on a brave face. All forms of expressing one's anguish are sincere, and none of these forms are "wrong". We all deal with death in our own way, and we can not look disdainfully on those that express their emotion differently. I went through this with my own mom years ago, and was a little too close to the situation and self-engrossed to really observe the process in others. It has been my privilege to tend to Mother in her final days and spend a little one on one time with a woman that is strong, feisty, and has a killer sense of humor.

6. I'm almost done with the socks I've been working on while "grannysitting". I'd show you a picture, but I can't find the camera. I've really got to clean and organize this house.

Think Pink

For anyone living under a rock, (that must be some rock if you're able to get internet!) I'd like to remind you that October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. This month is always a bittersweet month for me. It is yet another opportunity for me to be reminded of the people in my life that I have lost to cancer. Upper most in my heart is my mother. She lost her battle to breast cancer 12 years ago on June 8th.

Not only do I think of her on that day, but I also think of her on her birthday in August. But October is bittersweet to me, because my husband and I were married in October on my birthday. One of my favorite pictures of my mother is one that my mother-in-law snapped from across the church aisle. It's my mother with tears unashamedly running down her face as I walked down the aisle on my father's arm.

While any form of cancer is flat out one of the worst things ever placed on this earth, I feel it's important to maintain one's sense of humor. What a dark miserable world this would be if we couldn't laugh about something so wretched.

With that in mind, please Save the Ta-Tas! Ladies, you might consider buying this for your husbands.

Autumn

My daily footwear has changed. The anklet has come off. It usually goes on in the spring once it becomes too warm to wear socks and doesn't come off until it becomes too brisk to go without socks.

The footwear is now handknit socks and Birkies.

By the way, does anyone know what kind of cocoon this is? It's hanging on the back door frame. I did a quick search of cocoons, and this might be a Monarch butterfly cocoon. If it is, we'll know in about 10-14 days.

Wow, just, wow. I have no words. I love Cate Blanchett. I love her quirky fashion sense, but this...wow. I'm flummoxed.

O.k. I did have a few words.

What in the Sam Hill was I thinking?

Meet the newest member of the Clan. She's about 3 months old, and I swore on many occasions that she would not come to live with us since we already have two dogs and a mean cat, one that would rather bite you than look at you.

The PD (that's the sister in law) let her cat get out of the house before she had her baby making parts removed. She was able to find homes for the other three, but no one wanted this one. The others were generally thought to be "cuter". There was a grey one, a black one, and a white and black one. Personally, I thought that mug up there was the cutest. It has more character.

She ended up at our house on Labor Day. When will I learn not to have cook outs and invite the in laws? She was supposed to go home with the Gaggs (the mother in law). But when faced with the pleading faces of 3 of my children (the Boy didn't give a hoot), I caved even though I'm allergic to cats. Because that's the kind of mom I am.

I was given the naming rights. Her name is Allegra, which is also the name of my allergy meds.

As a side note - Does anyone know if cats blink? It's a little disconcerting.

Now that the kidlets are back in school, there has been more knitting time. I'm working on these.

That's the first of the Pomatomus sock by the brilliant Cookie A. I'm a little late to the Cookie party, but I like to think of it as being fashionable. This normally is worked on while sitting at the dojo or in a doctor's office. I always try to keep a pair of socks on the needles so I have something portable to keep me busy while waiting.

I also have this wrinkled blob. It's Creideamh from the Embrace the Lace Club. You can't tell, but it's a beautiful shawl from a pattern by Renee Leverington using Miss Babs' Yearning.

I'm having a much easier time with this shawl than I am the Swallowtail. It's just yarn overs and decreases on both, but for some reason the Swallowtail is the petulant child. So it's been put in time out.

I must go...I have to, again, chastise Allegra for trying to chew on my dpns.

AAHHH

The year is full of possibilities. With the kidlets in school, I can finally organize the photos, closets and drawers. I can finish my knitting projects currently on the needles, and start new ones. I can get the bedrooms painted. Maybe I'd better start with this...

or this...

So Where Was I?

Oh, yeah. Sorry, I got distracted for a moment. The Boy (who is 13) just asked a rhetorical (I hope) question. "Am I the only one in this family that uses his brain?" For once, I got to do the eye roll thing.

I finished the two pairs of socks that I had been working on since the spring, started the Pomatomus sock using Lorna's Laces in the old rose color, and have advanced to the nupps on the Swallowtail shawl.

Which brings me to nupps. I hates them, I does. Don't get me wrong, they are very pretty. I just don't like making them. If you don't know what a nupp is, the easiest way for me to describe it is that it is a little blob of yarn in your knitting sort of like a flat bobble. So I replaced the nupps with beads. I'm not sure I'm loving the beads, either.

I'd show you pictures, and ask for opinions, but the one camera has a rechargeable battery (which is dead), and I can't find the charger. The other camera uses AA batteries, and we are out. We have a herd of C, D, 9volt and AAA. The AA's have evidently been sent to the slaughterhouse.

I have a serious case of the summer blahs. I'm dealing with some stuff that is very disheartening that I'd rather not talk about in a public place, and I wish it would just go away.

But I've told myself things will get better in a mere 18 days. The kidlets will be back in school.

Today...

Today we are not Democrats, Republicans, or Independents. Today we are not black, white, yellow,brown or red. Today we are not Christian, Jew, or Muslim. Today we are not SUV drivers, hybrid drivers, or public transport riders. Please take a moment today to remember what makes this country beautiful. It's our differences and our freedom to express those differences and still some how manage to work together for the good of all. Today we are Americans.

Life with a Cop




Things the Wife of an accountant never has to say:




1. "Dang it, honey, you left shell casings in your pocket, again!" Usually said upon hearing the gawdawful clanging noise coming from the dryer.




2. "It's for you." Mumbled at 2:30am when the phone rings for the umpteenth time in the middle of the night during the past 15+ years of marriage.




3. "You might want to keep your voice down." Said to the Husband while he is speaking on his phone in a restaurant about a serious auto collision that just happened, and the department calls him because he is the accident reconstructionist. You say this because you realize everyone in the place is staring, because the Husband just said, "Is anyone dead?" quite loudly. You later suggest he may want to rephrase that question in the future to, "Are there any fatalities?" I don't know, it sounds a little less gruesome.




4. "Sorry, kids, change of plans." Said to the kids when a family whatever has been planned, and you and the kids are now doing it without the Husband, because he's just been called into work.



Things the Wife of an accountant never has to hear:




1. "Wash that uniform in really hot water. I had to wrestle with a guy with AIDS today, and he was bleeding." This is when you consider taking it out to the back yard and burning it.




2. "He's in the ER. He was in a car crash." You hear this from the dispatcher when you are unable to reach the Husband while he is at work. She thoughtfully patches you through so you can talk to the Husband and find out that he's fine. He was just hit head on by a drunk grandma while he was in his cruiser.




3. "We had something funny happen today. We had to deal with a guy who thought that because he was naked, he was also invisible."




4. "I'll be home late. We just had a stabbing."




5. "Oh, that's were I left it."

Found in the drawer while putting away clean laundry. (Please notice that it is unloaded before you try to call ''child welfare services".)

65th Anniversary of the Longest Day

Thanks to gentlemen like Hu Riley, we are able to enjoy the lives we lead today. This gentleman was the subject of Robert Capa's famous D-Day photo. If you know a WWII vet, give him hug and thank him. We soon won't have the opportunity.

'It was rougher than hell': A D-day veteran remembers