Thursday, November 22, 2012

Ignore this post?

I having an ongoing issue with my Kindle.  Instead of trying to explain it, I thought that I'd post a picture of the problem here, and when I talk with the Kindle person I can direct them here and delete the post when it is understood.  This is the same page when it actually works right.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012


Howard is at a meeting for clergy this week.  He came home and said something that has been running through my head ever since.

"What is a church?"  Someone, who is probably quite tired of being a minister, said, "Ghosts."

Ghosts.  At first I thought, "what an odd thing to say."  Then I thought about it. 

I can see it as a positive and a negative.  Ghosts are memories, right?  So the ghosts in the church are memories of those who have gone before.  Those we have known personally, those who lived earlier that we have learned about.

Christ and the disciples are "ghosts" or presences, people we try to live up to, those who remind us of the way. 

Those throughout history who have given us direction and shaped history.

There are the wonderful people in our past who have lovingly guided us and helped us on our way.


There are also those in the local church who rely on ghosts to resist change. 
"But we never did it that way before!" 

"Pastor K would roll over in his grave if we did that!" 

"Mrs. X would take her money back if she were still alive!" 

"It was good enough for me growing up, I don't see any need to change now!" 

"My Dad said this is the way it should be and it is going to STAY that way!"

"We can change so long as we stay exactly the way we are!"

I was reading one of the stories in the Grantville series (series starts with 1632 by Eric Flint) the other day.  At least in the 17th century (I don't know about now) the Jesuits were to start every letter or manuscript with the letters AMDG which stood for the Latin phrase "Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam",  For the Greater Glory of God. 

Ghosts.  In the church.  Do they help or hinder?  Are those ghosts For the Greater Glory of God?  Perhaps.  Perhaps those that aren't need to be laid to rest.

Friday, October 19, 2012

oh, .....

So, I went to the laundromat today, to give the little boy and his mom their scarves.  They weren't there.  I started a baby blanket square.  Measured it, 30 sts = 8.5 inches.  A half an inch too big.  So I did the math and started again at 28 sts.  After about 4 inches I measured again.  28 sts = 7 inches.  This might be a good day to go back to bed and stay there!

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Highway noises

When I was a little girl, we lived far enough from a highway that we didn't hear highway sounds.  Those were also the days before freeways.  Traffic was routed on mainly 2 lane roads across the US.  Those roads went through towns, not around them.

For some reason, I wound up spending the night at someone's house sometime before I was 9 (when we moved away from there.)  I don't even remember if my siblings were along or not.  It was an older woman's house, and she lived on a farm along one of those highways.  That night I had a hard time sleeping.  I don't know why, I just remember waking up and feeling afraid.  Then I heard the trucks on the highway.  I knew I wasn't alone.  There were other people awake and they were all right.  I knew, in my child's way, that they were all right because those trucks just kept moving!

Now we live alongside a freeway.  There is an almost constant sound of vehicles going by.  In fact, those rare moments that there is a pause in traffic usually cause me to lift my head, wondering what is going on!  But sometimes, late at night, it is still a comfort to know that there are others awake.  I'm not the only one!

Monday, October 15, 2012


The trees are past their peak, the birds are leaving and it is getting colder. 

I went for a walk today, very few birds, most that I did see were in flocks and flying high.  The weeds along the road are still pretty colorful, there are a few areas which still have a bit of green, mostly in a ditch with water.  Some of the weeds were a bright yellow, very pretty.  The corn/maize looked to have dried out a lot, but we had a lot of rain yesterday, so it will need to dry out again before harvest.

My electric teakettle started leaking around the bottom, the seal seems to be having problems.  This is getting ridiculous!  This is the third brand in less than 2 months.  This company has offered to replace it for $10.  I will probably accept their offer, as it is cheaper than buying another new one.  But darn!  I like hot tea, and it is getting colder, otherwise I might decide to forget it.   My question, is this an ongoing issue with electric teakettles or am I just having a run of bad luck?  Someone posted on Ravelry that her Mom really likes a specific kettle, but I don't have $100+ to spend on it!  The first series were in the under $20 range, I doubled the cost on this one (cheapest I could find once I ruled out the 2 brands I'd tried.) 

Oh well, whine over.  I'll let you know what happens with further contact with customer service.  At least it isn't the 8 months someone else waited for a replacement from a different company (and that was a coffee pot.)

Friday, October 12, 2012

Things that make you go hmmmmm

I'm part of a group making baby blankets for newborns.  I've realized there is a problem I hadn't thought about.  When you can finish off a skein of yarn by making 3 squares, they don't all fit on that blanket!  I'll try to show you what I mean. The black sashing is just to let you see the squares better.




I know that the colors aren't the best, but you can see the problem:  those red squares form ALMOST a pattern.  Not enough to complete a pattern, but almost...  Even if you put them in 3 of the 4 corners or any other way I've tried to fix the problem.
Now, 2 squares of the same color are easy:

Four are obvious, they can go on one of the diagonals (or in the corners, but I didn't illustrate that.) 

This one is 6, AND 5, so you can see that while there are a bunch of two colors, neither overwhelms.  Your eyes see PATTERNS! 

This one is 6 of one color, the rest are a mix.  Still, your eyes see patterns and are happy.  See what I mean?
Okay, it was pointed out that it will sometimes work this way (but only if the colors play well together!)


Sunday, October 07, 2012


I knit a sweater in 2006 (my Mermaid.)  I've worn it a lot since.  As is the truth with most things you've had for a while, I see the problems.  The fact that I made the collar as the pattern says, instead of changing it as I did later.  That the wool is pilling.  That I need to sew up one place on a sleeve. 

At the time, Kim and Serena both liked it enough to ask for one.  That Christmas they each got a Mermaid, in reverse colors.  Both cream, light and medium blue.  But not exactly the same. 

The other night I took mine to knitting, because I knew I would need a sweater, it is turning cool here.  So many people commented on it!  They didn't see the problems, they saw the positives. 

My good friend commented that it must have been an older sweater because it was crumpled in the car.  When we knit a new sweater, we tend to treat it more carefully.  Then, as we've had it for a while, we start being less careful.  I had done that with this sweater.  Too bad, because it still deserves care and respect from me.  Not too bad for a sweater knit 6 years ago -- I finished it 6 years ago this month!

Somewhere in storage I have enough yarn to knit this sweater again.  I have now realized that the colors I bought aren't the best on me.  So I haven't worried about getting them out of storage to knit it.  I will knit this again -- it is such a flattering sweater!

Friday, October 05, 2012

Blech! And sweet

The postman came while I was out this morning and Howard was asleep.  He left a box.  One of the neighbors saw it and grabbed it.  The landlady had seen the box as she went to the laundry room, it was gone when she came back (planning to take it to the office until I returned.)  Later on she was on her way back to the laundry room and saw the box.  It had clearly been opened and rifled.  I'm waiting to see if anything is missing (doubtful, I don't think the person was happy it was yarn and material!) 

I still feel icky about it.  This has been a nice place, and the landlords watch out for us.  But still...

At the laundromat this afternoon there was a little boy who was fascinated that I was knitting.  I told him that I was making a sock.  He wasn't sure he believed me.  :D  He asked me to prove it, so I took off a shoe and said I had made this pair.  He looked at my sock, then the other foot with a shoe on it and said "Let me see the OTHER sock!"  Mom, in the background, isn't sure whether to reprove him or to let it go.  I took off the other shoe and pointed out the fact that the spots of bright green were in different places on the two socks.  He then asked me what else I could make. 

I asked him if he'd like to learn how to knit.  He got really sober and said, "Yes, but we can't afford it."  I offered to teach him anyway.  He asked me if he could knit a scarf so he can be warm this winter.  I said yes, I'd teach him.  He then got really serious and told me, "I don't think I can get it done in time, would you please make me one, so I'm not cold this winter?"  So, in the next 2 weeks I plan to make a scarf for a little boy named Nathan.  I'll bring a pair of needles and some yarn, so we can knit together.  (All of this was cleared with Mom.) 

Part of me was trying so hard not to laugh about the sock knitting, because a group of us had a similar argument with another male named Nathan -- my son, when he was in high school.  He backed himself into the corner so thoroughly and yet, in the way of teenagers, couldn't concede the argument.  It sounded just like that discussion.  Both Nathans were sure that socks from a store aren't knit.  I didn't get into the discussion with a 5 year old about how you can see the knit stitches in a store-bought sock.

So, I'm trying to let the positive experience at the laundromat balance the one here.

Thursday, October 04, 2012


I don't remember who said "plans are made to be changed" but it certainly fits my life right now!  I'm not usually one to just "go with the flow" but that seems to be the attitude I am supposed to be learning. 

Two days in a row I've had the day planned out before me.  Both days the plans abruptly were changed.  That's all right.  Deep breath.  I can do this.  grin

There are sparrows in the two tall evergreens across the parking lot.  They have entertained me all summer with their constant chirping, chasing one another from branch to branch and their flights around the building.  They have also been the reason to wash the car from time to time...  They are quieter now, I didn't think they migrated, but I don't see or hear nearly as many.

There are flocks of birds winging around.  They settle on the power lines, waiting until the precise moment to take off south.  It started with just a bird or two, then five, then 11 then more and more. 

The trees are mostly a gorgeous golden.  Not so many reds from maples this year.  Bill and I drove along one highway and it was just beautiful.  He doesn't get the same color changes in more moderate temperature Boise.  I made him pause to just take it in.  It is so easy to just drive by, forgetting to SEE the beauty around us!

Wednesday, October 03, 2012

My Brother/Oddments

My brother and I have fought most of my life.  At least since I was 12.  I don't remember a time when we didn't.  One of us would say something, the other would flare up and away we'd go.  I know that for me it became painful.  If I knew we were to get together I'd stress over it.

He came to visit this past week.  I was almost sick with dread by the time he got here.  I was also angry for his timing.  Honestly, I was LOOKING for things to be mad at him about, just to be ready for the attacks that I was sure were coming. 

And yet.  For the first time since I was so young, we didn't fight.  We were able to talk like adults, sharing various things in our lives, the good and the bad.  We talked as if we actually could be friends!  We laughed, we remembered, we shared.  I found that he could be gentle!

He left yesterday, and I will confess to some tears after we parted.  His health isn't that great, there isn't any guarantee that we'll see each other again.  But even more, I cried for the fact that we hadn't been able to be friends for these last almost 48 years. 

Today has been an annoying day.  I've been making hats for sailors from a yarn that was donated to be knit up for that cause.  Problem is that EVERY review says that these hats are going to felt as soon as they are washed, unless they are handwashed.  I wonder, should I just include a note to the recipient to wear them until they are filthy then to put them on the floor of the shower the next time they shower (and step on it repeatedly as they shower) and then wring it out and put it aside to dry OR to throw it out when it is filthy.  I suppose I could offer to knit a new hat when that one has lived out its useful life!  I don't like sending hats that are going to be ruined when washed!

I've been working on a sock made from 3 colors.  The third color I started with didn't work.  Frogged 4 rows and started again.  I like it better, but it would have been nice not to have had to reknit that! 

Then the lid of my tea came off and it fell on the external port device for my computer.  grrr  It doesn't work any more.  I haven't tried the speakers that were on the floor.  I suspect because I really don't want to know!  I will be really pissed annoyed if I've messed them up too!  I was going to meet up with someone for the first time, she is sick and I don't need to catch it.  Time to sit back, drink a mug of tea (with the lid FIRMLY attached) and let it all go.

Friday, September 28, 2012


I had something I wanted to say.  But I realized that what I wanted to say would wind up causing more trouble than I'm willing to accept.  Because even though this has a limited readership, there is always the possibility that the person I wanted to say something about will find out.  It isn't worth it.  So I erased it.

Instead of writing about that, I will say I went to the library this morning.  To find out that it didn't open for another 3/4 of an hour.  So I stood by the edge of the lake for a while, until I got too cold from the breeze.  Then I sat in the car and knit, listening to the Canada geese that had taken over the high school soccer field in front of me.  And it was good.

There was a young child waiting to go to the library.  He WANTED in there!  11 came and I headed toward the entrance.  As I got to the door I heard, "Is it finally open?  Is the library open NOW?"  He was so excited to be IN THE LIBRARY!  I hope he keeps that love for the rest of his life!

Because I was there so early, I found that I can park my car somewhere else for free on the times I go to the library, instead of paying the parking meters.  That was nice too!  Next Wednesday I may go up early, sit by the lake, watch the waves roll in and just let go for a while.  Sounds good, doesn't it?!

Thursday, September 27, 2012

New to me

Today my brother took me to the horse races.  Something I've never done before.  He had a great time trying to explain betting theories and such.  We were outside, the clouds alternately covered and uncovered the sun.  I think I may have a mild sunburn.  But for late September, it was a glorious day.

The most fun was the race where he had chosen 2 horses that finished in a photo finish.  I had more fun watching him than the horses!  Since I didn't have any money riding on the race, I didn't have any emotional ties to the races.

People there were very nice.  We were at the senior days, so most of the spectators were our age or older.  Would I do it again?  Probably not, unless he is visiting again and wants to go.

AND I almost finished a hat while I was there!  WINNER!

Monday, September 24, 2012


I love libraries.  All of that knowledge, all of those BOOKS!  I ran in today to pick up 2 I had on reserve.  "I'll just glance at one area, I really don't need to check any more out!"  15 minutes later my backpack was so full I had to carry 2 of the books in my hand, they didn't fit!

What is it about the library?  The possibilities?  It isn't as if those books are going to go away.  But I have always wanted to take a lot of books home.

When I was in elementary/junior high school, my sister and I would ride our bikes to the library.  We got really creative on stacking the books in our bike baskets, because we'd tend to take more than we could easily fit in there.  But we always got them home, and got them back to the library too.  There is a joy in a new-to-me book.  "Will I like this one so much that I'll want to buy it so I can read it over and over and over?" 

Friday, September 21, 2012

Phone - again

Sigh, just got a phone call that the prior owner of the phone number has a prescription ready.  I guess she doesn't need it in a hurry.

I am trying really hard to work on a test knit. Then on to afghan squares for friends, which will be fun.  I really want to get to socks for me, a cardigan for me and the shorts for a friend's daughter.  Goodness, for someone who only knits on one-three things at a time I'm getting quite a few things going! 

Thursday, September 20, 2012


Last fall we got new cell phones.  We decided to go with the pay as you go, because we really didn't need more than a few calls a month and a few texts. 

I had never realized that there is such a problem with people getting a cell phone, then dropping the coverage but still giving out that number!

I've had school principals call, expecting to speak with a parent.  I've had LOTS of collection agency calls.  I've had friends call.  Just recently I got a Text Message from someone who wanted the former owner of the number to come to the texter's civil ceremony.  The person must have had some sort of business, I've had businesses calling because the number is on the invoice she still gives out!!!!!!!

Howard has been getting calls for a guy, some are collection, most are friends who want to stay in touch.

Supposedly the rules are that the phone company waits 6 months before handing out a phone number again.  It has been 11 months that we've had these numbers.  I understand the time that it takes to make changes, but don't you think these people have had enough time????!!!!!  17 months for you to remember that it isn't your phone any more? 

I feel sorry for the other people involved.  The principal muttered that he had been talking with the former owner of the # just prior, but had to finish another call so the mom handed my phone # out for him to call her back.  Whatever was needed for that child didn't happen THAT day.  After the third time that it happened for that school, there was a note placed in the file that the # the mom gave out wasn't correct.  Poor kid!  How about the friends expecting her to come to their ceremony?  Nope, isn't going to happen. 

On another note, I washed and hung the socks out yesterday.  The wind came up and blew some of them around.  I'm beginning to think they are going to have to dry inside the rest of this year!

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Oh Bother!

Yesterday morning and early afternoon were lovely, warm and dry enough that the landlord was out mowing the grass.

I wash socks (and bras) by hand and hang them on a wooden drying rack.  Because it was so nice, they were outside drying.      

Weather started moving in.  I forgot about the clean clothes!   I unplugged the power bars  -- yes, I know they protect from surges, but Serena's house in Colorado lost power and then lightening struck nearby, sending a surge through the house, killing her tv.  We were told and have noticed ourselves that this place tends to lose power during storms.  So I unplug the computers.  But I forgot about the drying (probably dry by then) clothes.

Anyway, I was reading and knitting when the storm hit with a whoosh!  One of those downpours that limit visibility.  THAT is when I remembered the clean clothes.  I ran outside (I may have been saying something like "oh s**t, s**t, s**t!" fairly loudly...)  and grabbed the dry rack.  More than half of the socks had blown to the ground, picking up dirt and pieces of grass.  It was hailing, I was soaked from the first moments of stepping outside.  The dry rack and the first load of wet clothes came in and the rack was set up in the bathroom.  Ran back outside for what I could see, came back in and rinsed all of the socks and hung them up again.  Later, after the storm I remembered that there had been a bra on the rack. Back outside, it had blown under the car.  It too needed a fresh wash. 

Now all of the socks and that bra are in the bathroom, still drying.  I need to go through and pick out all of the grass they collected and then probably wash again, to make sure all of the grit is washed away.


Monday, September 17, 2012

Weekends are nice.  They can accomplish a lot.  Sometimes you work and work and nothing happens.

Yesterday I went to a new friend's house.  I think we will become good friends.  We had a lot of fun trying to warp a loom.  We went up and down the stairs, trying to find things to make it work.  A lot of talking, not just about weaving or knitting, but life.

In the end, we decided that the loom isn't really a loom.  It tried, but no.  The person who designed it wasn't a weaver.  We couldn't, no matter how hard we tried, get it to make a good shed.  So, the almost 4 hours of work that we put into it were for naught.  But, at the same time, those 4 hours helped forge a friendship.  Priceless!

Thursday, September 13, 2012

A lot of changes in the last year+!  TWO new grandbabies (one of each kind Serena and Justin had a girl, Nathan and Kim had a boy), Serena and family have moved to Guam, we are living in Wisconsin, Mom is living in Las Vegas...

I need to see if I can keep this blog going.

I knit up a Freddie Platypus for Justin.  I know there are times I really miss being able to hug him.  So each stitch was a way of showing him love, hoping that he will hug it when he needs a hug from me!  The coat is a mish-mash of the coat pattern for Phoebe Mouse and what I needed to fit the platypus.  I bought buttons today -- hopefully they will make the outfit. 

Crud!  I remembered while in Joann's that I needed to pick up jingle bells.  I was in the wrong section, told myself to go there as soon as I was done picking out the item I needed in that aisle.  By the time I did that, jingle bells had escaped my mind until just now.  Blast! 

My frustration level is pretty high these days, yesterday I was on hold for 40 (yes, 4-0!) minutes then talked with someone for a while.  The documents that I had faxed a week ago were not associated with my information, so I should fax again.  Oh, and by the way, faxing again means they have another 10 business days to process my documents.  Drove over to fax them and was told "don't bother, we have another week to process them, they just haven't been looked at yet."  Got home and there was a form letter, they will be processed by 9/27.  (10 business days from 9/5 is 9/27?)  Then to cap it off, there is a note at the bottom, "Please be prepared to fax your verification at that time."