Sunday, May 29, 2005
At least I was able to watch the planning of the squirrels against the bird feeder. This has been an ongoing assault that Howard has successfully foiled for some time. I'll try to remember to take pictures of the current outpost as it has stood for some months. It has withstood squirrels landing on it and hasn't dropped to the ground as has happened to previous encarnations. Alas, it has created somewhat of a "me or the squirrels" mentality with my beloved. The same with the simple suet feeder in one of the other trees in the yard. Lest you chide him and point out that squirrels also need to be fed in winter, let me point out that he puts out squirrel food for them too. He resents it when the encroach upon the bird food. He REALLY resents when the squirrels pull down the bird feeders so they can get more of that yummy stuff. Enough so that he has been known to go outside when it is really really cold outside, mumbling rude things under his breath, and continue his campaign against the squirrels.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
We've had HOT and we've had cool. Our high today isn't going to make 70, but it is a nice start to the holiday weekend.
Knitting group this morning was small, but lots of fun. Jean started her first sweater, something she didn't think she could ever do. Jeanine finished the back of her shell, and will be finishing the front by next meeting! Whee! Becca is working on a purse for fair, and Marjorie is working on a scarf for Wil. I brought knitting, and didn't even pull it out. Scary thought, eh?
I need to sit down with my knitting in progress and decide who goes next, and just get going. The Clapotis was moved around quite a bit in the suitcase while I was gone, which means I have another mess. My fault, I know it. But that means I have a significant tangle to address. There are some days where it is easier to leave such tangles in the suitcase and pretend they haven't been seen. Such has been my reality since returning from Colorado. I am sure you have never felt that way! I had two balls of yarn for it left, they have become intertwined in the process. We will not discuss how thrilled I am at the prospect of once again untangling it. Only the fact that it is so beautiful and soft is saving it from a walk in the trash!
Monday, May 23, 2005
It was a good flight back (I highly recommend Frontier Air Lines for good service!), an uneventful (which is the best kind!) drive home, and in to bed.
Did finish the doll house afghan, one more to go before this series is done. Then a smaller series for a swap (the total is 16, so I think they are going to be baby bed sized!), finish the clapotis, Dora's sweater, and the other pending projects. Time to clear those.
Talked with the doctor's office this morning, with 2 migraines (both on the weekends, blech) it is time to get some medication here to take when they start. I am going to have to accept that when the left eye starts closing that it is the warning sign, even before I'm really aware of a headache. I seem to be oblivious to headaches until they have taken over, I've had them so long. Maybe that will stop them from continuing until the second day.
Friday, May 20, 2005
Not much knitting going on, actually, I've done quite a bit on the doll house afghan, but it is amazing how little progress is seen when knitting with thread. I've still not figured out how many rows per inch, and I don't think I want to know the stitches per inch that I'd get out of it. I really like the way it is turning out, I'm becoming more comfortable with it, less like fighting with it. Although I don't understand why I see the stitches better on the left needle than on the right.
Serena's car had bad news today. The gas tank is not doing well. Instead of the car being good to go until the end of the summer, the shop thinks it should be replaced as soon as possible. sigh Isn't that the way life goes, as she just paid $400 to repair it this morning? At a different shop.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Dora's sweater can't go along, the balls of yarn won't fit in my carry-on, now I have to start a new work in progress, which means taking the time to figure out a new project.
On another subject, why do little girls of 3rd and 4th grades, have poor self images? Why don't they believe that they are special just the way they are? Mr. Rogers told them, and they didn't believe him even then. I guess we as parents failed, or society as a whole is telling our children that they aren't special. Darn it. Each child is a unique gift, even when they cause us to want to tear each individual hair out by the roots. Or even clumps of hairs out. I loved/love them. I wish there was a way we could enfold them and reassure them of that love. Because I think even as adults there are times we wish we could know if our parents still love us that much.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Saturday, May 07, 2005
a Mgraine, a Sinus headache, and a Med Taper Headache all met together in one place for a conference. I waved a white flag, took an Imitrex (with doctor's permission) because all noises were vibrating badly in my head and light hurt and went to bed at 1. Of course, the phone started ringing wildly all afternoon, but Howard was a doll and fielded all calls. Other than trips to the necessary, I didn't get up until Saturday. I now know that when the eyes feel funny and there is a need to nap, HONOR IT. sigh. Today is better, but I'm headed for a nap, just in case. Another the med tapered again today and there is this interesting twitch under my left eye. But I've managed to get more rows on Dora's sweater, and one row on the doll house afghan, so all is not lost!
Friday, May 06, 2005
Priority mail is odd. We sent two larger one-rate boxes to Serena last Wednesday in Evergreen Colorado. They were supposed to arrive Friday or Saturday. They finally arrived yesterday. We might as well have shipped them parcel post. A friend sends things to me and each time her post office changes my zip code. I guess they figure she doesn't know where I live. And it wanders Iowa. Finally someone gets frustrated and puts a note "send it to original zip code" and it gets here". MUCH later than the 2-3 days paid for. I don't understand.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
I'm tapering off Prozac, the stuff decided it really didn't like my body. Talk about side affects: tremors, tic, stammer, loss of concentration, confusion, tears, sleeplessness, dizzy, as well as temper! Add to that the spring allergies and wheezes, and you have a very "interesting"? Mary! I'll try to keep posting, but that means I'm kind of out of it, people! Last night I was propped up about 60 degrees in bed, got up around 2 to shower, then rocked for several hours, then went back to bed and dozed some more. Right now I'm yawning, but not really sleepy.
I think I'll pick up Dora's sweater and see what I can do with that for a while. Seems safer than the doll house afghan!
Sunday, May 01, 2005
9 adults, 3 kids yesterday! Great turnout! I really don't consider it to be a class, it is a group. We have all levels, and it is a lot of fun. The group is working on:
- a sweatshirt in sugar n cream,
- a sport weight cotton pullover,
- sleeveless top in a nubbed cotton that just divided for the underarms,
- a purse,
- a pair of gauntlets that just finished the first one on double points (YAY!),
- an afghan using twisted stitches and yarn overs (!),
- 2 scarves,
- a paperback loom with handspun wool, learning to weave instead of knit,
- and several other projects that come and go so fast that it is hard for me to keep up! LOL
So you can see, a lot of levels are coming together, and we are having a great time, talking about life and knitting!
Yesterday I brought in an object lesson called, "When Good Sweaters Go Bad!" I'd bought some yarn for $5 a pound, knit up a sweater for myself, and it pilled. Badly. Horribly. Terribly. So, I fulled it lightly. Trying to control the pilling. But then, it went through the wash again, wish controlled the pilling for good, but did it for me being able to wear it. I had the 4th grader try it on (thankfully no pictures are available of the desecration) and showed how the sweater, though it fit her, actually wore HER, instead of her wearing it. We discussed terms of fit and style. And that it was NOT her fault that the sweater did not cooperate.
I then discussed what had brought the sweater to this point, what had happened, and two former sweaters that had also failed to behave. and pieces of them. One, my Mom's vest that had been knit on a very fine singles (bad Mary!) and biased badly so was fulled severely. The other was a jacket knit from Paton's Rustic which was downright miserable for me to wear. I fulled it too. They both were cut up into potholders and hotpads. The misbehaving sweater was then passed around with a pair of scissors for everyone to make their own potholder from it. We talked about why you can ONLY do this with wool, what would happen with cotton or acrylic, etc. It also sparked a discussion about, "oh, so this is what happens when you felt a sweater!" When everyone had gotten a large potholder, someone cut up the rest of the sweater and was able to make enough to give each person one more!
At the end of three hours, everyone reluctantly packed up to go home.