tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30770223719640540502024-03-05T18:41:59.678-06:00YARN SCRAPSThis is my knitting journal; but it is also a journal of my Third Life. Your comments and friendship are welcome.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326910877985616337noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077022371964054050.post-59233531267396755972015-03-03T15:35:00.003-06:002015-03-03T15:40:08.963-06:00Getting on with life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There have been a lot of changes in my life since I lost my beloved Allen. Some of my fires went out, and new ones started up. Allen loved my knitting and encouraged me a lot, but without him, I have not been doing much knitting. Thus, no posts. <br />
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Instead, I became lonely -- then did something about it. I met someone new, and we have embarked on a life together. Then we combined our households in a new home. Now we have adopted a small rescue dog. <br />
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I have not had a dog since my kids grew up. I always said I was finished with babies and pets. Well, Bob changed that! He wanted a dog very badly, and I finally agreed on the stipulation that it would be a rescue dog. (I have friends and family involved with rescue pets and rescue organizations.) He agreed and I started to search. We ended up with 2-3 year old Tiffany, a small terrier mix. She is sweet, quiet, house broken, and affectionate. However, she obviously has been abused. She is trusting of us, but has some problems. (Anxiety around strangers or leaving the house.) As a result, I have been consulting with my rescue savvy friends and Tif's foster mom, as well as reading a lot of books on dog psychology and how to help her leave her abuse behind. We have been a family for 7 weeks now.<br />
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We had a problem this morning when she had her first accident in the house. She had a few accidents early on due to separation anxiety, but solved that by putting her in her crate when we leave. This time, she could not wait for me to get my robe on before "going". Took her outside anyhow, and did not scold her. She seems to know that she did something bad, but I have not made an issue of it. Aside from that, she is a great cuddler. She gets assertive when we are on the sofa or bed by wriggling in between us. She thinks her spot is always in the middle. Her spot is definitely in our hearts. <br />
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<a name='more'></a>As for her anxiety, I have been detailing it on my Facebook account. (The Foster mom suggested this so she could track her progress.) Today has been a very bad one for her because we have painters in. Major anxiety on her part. I have to stay close to her at all times. I am doing a lot of mothering today, and Bob is at the pet shop picking up some doggie Prozac for her. She is going to need it because the painting means we must sleep in the guest room. Tif will not like that. She likes her routines. But she will still be in bed with us, and that will help her. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326910877985616337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077022371964054050.post-13319601571437672502013-09-06T13:27:00.000-05:002013-09-06T13:27:51.420-05:00Lots of Changes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Time has gone by, and my knitting has included socks for friends, but little else. I have traveled a lot, and made a few new friends. I have been to New Mexico, Arizona, California, Nevada, Colorado, Wyoming, Nebraska, Iowa, Missouri, Kansas, and Oklahoma. Whew! I have laid my beloved's ashes in Monterey Bay, and visited lots of family and friends.<br />
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So what is new? Bob is new. Relationships are different at our age. Less of the flirting and "weaving and dodging" that goes with feeling someone out. More of the relaxed companionship and conversation. No games. We will see ...<br />
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Meanwhile, there have been socks and socks, and I am reading new patterns and going through my stash as I get ready to dig into something that is not socks. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326910877985616337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077022371964054050.post-31240694740463849472013-09-05T15:49:00.001-05:002013-09-05T15:49:46.966-05:00Home again<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was on the road for 18 days, getting home late on May 29th! I drove 4,989 miles. I was tired ... <br />
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In May, I stopped in two places in New Mexico, plus Phoenix, San Diego, Arroyo Grande, Carlsbad, St. George, Grand Junction, Windsor, Fort Collins, Omaha, Kansas City, and Joplin.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326910877985616337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077022371964054050.post-69385328264308635792013-05-19T22:33:00.001-05:002013-05-19T22:33:04.373-05:00Where am I?<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It is very wet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxU1nIXsJdLjNHoSclqBuICgtCnYoGPYO_Szi5NOnuOOrj4-mQtT3jgD1Ove0S_yDvvFo4wsy3-pOfhi3HvCn3oo7OPThDv1zl0TGpZipCP2ldumL7HVTECKMnA2VomPIlqX5FRcUSG3w/s640/blogger-image-559185915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxU1nIXsJdLjNHoSclqBuICgtCnYoGPYO_Szi5NOnuOOrj4-mQtT3jgD1Ove0S_yDvvFo4wsy3-pOfhi3HvCn3oo7OPThDv1zl0TGpZipCP2ldumL7HVTECKMnA2VomPIlqX5FRcUSG3w/s640/blogger-image-559185915.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326910877985616337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077022371964054050.post-66302266624809336022013-05-19T11:58:00.001-05:002013-05-19T12:00:07.966-05:00Rolling westContinuation of broken seed stitch socks . . .<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XjJ-gybZHhgogKQnpR8l-wghen95i5HviXJjDieoG6m2E6ExgqwiIjXfXwZtfKnZXNVE89OrMJx6L3CrYGIaDKSimPaePRI7v8qUj2lFU9JDdh__VqUJ5P26TbKIX1g9vKQ0nB6m_zE/s640/blogger-image-1634764472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XjJ-gybZHhgogKQnpR8l-wghen95i5HviXJjDieoG6m2E6ExgqwiIjXfXwZtfKnZXNVE89OrMJx6L3CrYGIaDKSimPaePRI7v8qUj2lFU9JDdh__VqUJ5P26TbKIX1g9vKQ0nB6m_zE/s640/blogger-image-1634764472.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Where am I?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZiH-vaPDl7GNqLVx576BgKMDjqvn121uziZ5TIVxoNciPo5uYlta8BniaUFHLrTrVTQH6mRUDZeuNsdRYy0vVD-DHDF8QewRqil-4FjaT_g_CS2hzxX68m9hnjaYXVpuGw_lP1TWQVNQ/s640/blogger-image-197302782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZiH-vaPDl7GNqLVx576BgKMDjqvn121uziZ5TIVxoNciPo5uYlta8BniaUFHLrTrVTQH6mRUDZeuNsdRYy0vVD-DHDF8QewRqil-4FjaT_g_CS2hzxX68m9hnjaYXVpuGw_lP1TWQVNQ/s640/blogger-image-197302782.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326910877985616337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077022371964054050.post-17866550751283856222013-05-08T14:58:00.002-05:002013-05-08T14:58:58.723-05:00What drives your knitting?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I think it is color and pattern that drives my knitting. I love color, and that makes me buy more yarn than I can possibly knit up (anything familiar there?). But texture and pattern follow closely. I find plain vanilla knitting a little hard to bear. Bo-oring! <br />
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On the needles right now are socks that take care of both of those motivators. I am using a soft baby boy blue yarn, <a href="http://knitpicks.com/">Knit Picks</a> Stroll in Wonderland Heather, and a lime green remainder from another project. The blend is luscious. What do you think? The pattern is <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/search#query=broken%20seed%20stitch">Broken Seed Stitch</a> by handepande. <br />
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By the way, Granddaughter #1 is having two boys in October, and Granddaughter #2 is having a boy and a girl in October. Two sets of twins in the same month! <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326910877985616337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077022371964054050.post-75735784388953558662013-04-28T16:42:00.000-05:002013-04-28T16:43:11.380-05:00Meme's Bragging Rights<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hudson ... yes, the hair has reddish highlights, and his eyes are blue. Three months and about three weeks. He was the recipient of the Nebraska sweater that I knit last fall, which is now outgrown by a long shot. He is such a big boy!<br />
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Yesterday was a fun day spent at the <a href="http://www.mainstreetartsfestival.org/">Main Street Arts Festival</a> in downtown Fort Worth. Because of parking concerns, my guest, Marian, and I went there on the <a href="http://www.trinityrailwayexpress.org/">Trinity Railway Express</a>. We landed just east of Main Street, and took off to lunch at <a href="http://www.gracefortworth.com/">Grace</a>, owned /operated by family. And had wine, assorted hor d'oerves, and bumped up against other family that turned up for the same thing. We then walked the mile or so up then down Main Street looking at the beautiful art of all types. My house has 6 pieces that I have purchased in previous years. Fun fun event. <br />
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At last, I have a photo of Jack in his first few days. He is a dandy! He is Boy #2 in this time of many babies coming into our lives. Four more to come in the fall. Isn't he a sweetheart?<br />
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He is so fresh in this photo that his eyes are barely open . . . and no, I did not make the sweater. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326910877985616337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077022371964054050.post-41889567175971001292013-03-07T19:04:00.000-06:002013-03-07T19:04:23.801-06:00Great-grandmother!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My eldest granddaughter has had two miscarriages, and wants a baby very much. Her doctor found a problem that he has been treating, and she is pregnant again -- with twins! The sonogram shows two placentas, so they are not identical. <br />
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Her younger sister is also preggers, both sisters due in early October. Younger sister is also expecting maternal twins! What are the statistical odds of that? <br />
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I will need to do a lot of knitting! I am still awaiting pix of another January great-grandchild. So we are really busy with babies. That is six babies in ten months (counting the December grandson). <br />
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My son is in a state of shock - he will have two sets of twin grandchildren at almost the same time. <br />
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Meantime, I am finishing up my zebra socks. The needles are size 0, which is a challenge to my eyes whenever I am on a black stripe! But I love the black/white.<br />
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I am also about to put the Husker's beloved Mustang on the market. He was very good about taking care of his favorite car ever, so it is in very good condition. Someone will buy a jewel of a GTO convertible. I hate to part with it, but I don't need two cars in the garage for just me. <br />
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The <a href="http://eliyoungband.com/">Boys</a> were nominated for <a href="http://www.grammy.com/">Grammies</a> in TWO categories (Best Country Duo/Group and Best Country Song). They did not win, but we were all very excited. You can bet we all watched on February 10th! Meanwhile, Wife #2 (and lead grandma) hosted a Grammies and Birthdays after-party yesterday, the 17th. There are birthdays among us in February for the two brothers as well as granddog, Sydney. Any excuse for a party!<br />
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The real star was Hudson, of course. As #2 put it, he demonstrated his 7-week-old tricks. He also warmed a lot of laps. This is his very cute birth announcement (photo at about 2 weeks). Here's looking at ya! MY photo taken right off the refrigerator door. Yes, it is b-and-w.<br />
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I have spent the month of January not knitting. Such an amazing change. It is sorta a reflection of how my life is changing without Husker beside me. Since his passing in October, Husker's grandson was born, the TV does not run from mid-afternoon until midnight, I am reading more, and my workouts have picked up steam.<br />
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The biggest change is that one evening last week I called the cable company and did away with the landline, and cut back on the cable channels. I had wanted to do away with the landline for years, but Husker resisted. He was also the one who watched all the sports channels. The next morning, as I was digging into my granola, I heard a foreign beep. Just as a mother recognizes her own child's cry, and you instantly know that a text message has arrived, I realized that the deed had really been done. I checked the landline, and sure enough -- it was dead. There was a knock at the door, and there stood the technician to change out the cable box. So now I am not paying for channels that no one watches, and I have become cell-phone-only. I feel like I lost weight. <br />
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The other big change is that I have become more regular with my workouts, and I really have lost weight -- 12 pounds since Thanksgiving. I am back in yoga and back in the swimming pool. While Husker was ill, I cut back on my exercise routine except for taking short neighborhood walks. <br />
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However, the knitting is beckoning. I got out the swift and yarn winder a few days ago and wound 10 hanks of sock yarn. I have started another pair in a dark brown, but ran into a problem. I struggle with dark yarn because I cannot see it well enough, and the yarn that I purchased via the internet is just too dark. I pulled it out because I could not see the pattern well enough to stay on pattern. I re-started and will make a plain stockinette pair. It feels refreshing to have something on the needles again. </div>
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While I rarely seem to have a day without something that must be done right then or which has an appointment to be there or there, today is different. My only definitive plan for today was canceled due to illness -- not me, her.<br />
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So ... I have time to update my blog, drool over new patterns, etc. I looked through my stash of patterns and saw something that I have wanted to make for a very long time, but kept getting sidetracked. So today, I am going to go to <a href="http://www.madelinetosh.com/">MadTosh</a> retail and get some Earl Grey bulky to make the <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/bandana-cowl">Bandana Cowl</a> to go with my Earl Grey socks. I have been so busy with work, etc., since Christmas that I have finished my last FO and have not started another. Gotta fix that shortcoming! <br />
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I shall also go to the gym - yes I will - no skipping out!<br />
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Having trouble with that New Year's resolution? Who isn't! I did find a dandy little app to help me, and since Thanksgiving, I have lost 8 pounds. It is a very motivating little tool that tracks calories in and calories out (aka exercise). It is called <a href="http://www.myfitnesspal.com/">My Fitness Pal.</a><br />
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I have also noticed (Yeah!!!) that it is time to pull out the smaller swimsuit to do my laps. Ten more pounds to go. <br />
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While Husker was ill, my PC quit on me one day. It had all my pix, patterns, etc. stored there, and it crashed (?) or something. I switched to Husker's PC because it was not a good time to worry over my PC. Now I am trying to get things back to normal as far as technology is concerned, and wouldn't you know ...<br />
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Last Friday, Husker's PC began to misbehave, so I switched to the MacPro. It froze up! Nothing I did would make it respond. It only stared back with the screen where it had stopped. I opened the iPad, and it would not work. I pulled out the Nook and the same thing. Hmmm ...<br />
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Called the cable guys. Internet service/wifi was out in our neighborhood. They later responded with a robo-call to say that the internet was back up. Husker's PC was working again, but no MacPro, iPad, or Nook. Called the cable guys. They walked me through how to re-boot the wifi. iPad and Nook now working. Still no MacPro response. I think I blew a brain fuse and it was nobody's fault but my own. <br />
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MacPros do not operate like an iPad. You cannot swipe or press the screen to operate! My brain had frozen into the iPad mode and it took me two days -- yes, two days -- to get me to realize what a stupid thing I was doing. MacPro is now operating from the keyboard like it was supposed to do all along. <br />
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And some good news: my old PC is now up and running because it really did have a fuse thingy that needed to be replaced.<br />
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Thanksgiving was the usual eat-too-much, but oh-so-good, day. Lots of family (16 of us) were around for over 7 hours (at least that is when I left), and good visits with everyone. It was the first time that all three of Husker's wives were present under the same roof. They are both such talented ladies! During non-eating time, I worked on the <a href="http://www.knitpicks.com/yarns/Stroll_Tonal_Sock_Yarn__D5420134.html">Blue Yonder</a> socks -- one down and one almost done. (I have had hints from two people that they would like to have them. In fact, one person reminded me that we wear the same shoe size.)<br />
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That was not the end of the evening, only the beginning. We then carpooled to <a href="http://billybobstexas.com/">Billy Bob's Texas</a> to see a concert by the <a href="http://eliyoungband.com/">Eli Young Band</a>. What a night! <br />
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Did I tell you how fat I am getting? Obviously, I was not starting a diet yet because there was one more feast Saturday night before out-of-towners head home that I must tell you about. Maybe I should have prepped by going for a long walk -- like 5-6 miles. This time, 20 of us were present for one final sit-down dinner of home style pasta, salad, garlic-cheese bread, gelato, and wine and wine and wine ... lots of laughter and memories were made. <br />
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By the way, the Little Husker sweater and cap are finished, but I have started the booties four times! I am making the <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/lovebug-booties">Lovebug Booties</a> designed by Carrie Bostick Hoge, but seem to get my fingers in a knot or something. I have done something stupid three times and have started over. Can fourth time be charmed? </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326910877985616337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077022371964054050.post-91171605299287505692012-11-22T09:10:00.000-06:002012-11-24T14:23:52.464-06:00Gone for only two days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I worked for the last couple of days, and did not check the blog world, and so much has happened! I saw so many new things -- patterns, yarns, books -- that were posted in that short time that it leaves me drooling. It makes me want to order them all and spend all of my time just knitting. Forget eating and sleeping. <br />
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Unfortunately, I have a sort of bucket list for the day. I am going to see <i>Lincoln</i>, get my lazy bod to the Y, and get a few things done around the house before I relax in my chair with a half-finished baby cap to go with the Little Husker pullover, followed by booties. I want to be able to take these with me on Thanksgiving when I am at the Little Husker's parents' home. Little Husker is due December 23rd - he needs something red -- and Papa and Grandpapa are Huskers -- again red.<br />
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It is now several hours later, and let me tell ya -- if you do nothing else -- go see <i>Lincoln</i>. Spielberg has done it again, and maybe this is better than anything else he has directed. Daniel Day-Lewis is incredible. It is a very talky debate-driven story, but absolutely mesmerizing. Sally Field is perfect, but does not have as much screen time, yet is super while she is there. Just go. <br />
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Still lazy. Did not go to the Y. <br />
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Why is it that the first really cold morning always feels so much colder than it does later in the season? This morning was in the mid-thirties, not quite freezing, but close enough to get your attention. The wind blew in a definitely cold front last night. It was preceded by a light shower and stirred up a lot of leafy activity, mostly in the front of my entry court gate where it likes to collect. As I opened the gate, I saw that the Optimists' Club had set out the flag for Veterans Day.<br />
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Last night, as the cold moved in, I sat before the TV finishing the next Baby Boy sweater. It is for Husker's first grandson whom he will never get to know. So I made Baby Boy a sweater to make his Grandpapa happy. Go Huskers! Next up -- cap and booties to match. It is made from <a href="http://www.berroco.com/shade_cards/comfort_dk_sh.html">Berroco</a> Comfort DK in colorways True Red (2751), white (2700), and black (2734). I trust you can see the Nebraska logo just fine! Pattern? Ask me. It is free. <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Went to my first group grief thingy Tuesday. Three social workers and three grievers. Hmmm ...<br />
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At any rate ... The other lady had been
married to her husband for 63 years. He died last February, and she was
just now getting to this group. She has yet to part with anything that
was his. What is wrong with me?! The Salvation Army is coming to take Allen's clothes and Airdyne
away. The man on the other side of me was married 40+ years and still
finds himself talking to her. Yeah, I talk to Allen occasionally, and in fact, I start to say something, then catch
myself. I was wishing that I had brought my own box of tissues. The hospice tissues
were crappy quality. Too rough. My nose began to bleed. Maybe I am not so good at this widow thing. I should have taken my knitting with me. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">I have two things on the needles despite my promise to finish one item before beginning another one. Okay -- I am knitting Husker's expected grandson a Husker sweater, but you still have to have socks to carry around with you. I am knitting a pair of <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/honey-badger">Honey Badger</a> socks. Incredibly easy pattern. I can take them with me to group grieving next Tuesday. My Husker would have loved the little red sweater that I designed for his grandson. <br />
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Next week we will talk about the stages of grief. I sure
wish we had talked about it this time. I want to know why I still
break into tears and screaming after a month. When does
this stop. I talked to Allen's Uncle Grant (a hotty at 90 years and has a girl friend), and
he told me that he still thinks about his wife after all these years. I
do not want to feel this crappy forever. Allen was a wonderful companion, but the pain is unbearable. Why can't I get over this? <br />
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Our group assignment for next week is to write down our feelings and anything we want to say about our grieving process. Does this account on my blog count? What do I say? Does anger management come into the therapy sessions? Yes, anger. <br />
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The other lady in the group actually lives in my neighborhood. I thought about calling her up to see if she would like to go to a movie or something. I got cold feet, but did mention it to a friend who encouraged me to proceed. I did. She is interested! Maybe this will be good for both of us. I also promised a review of the movie for a friend's community paper in California. Good excuse to go.<br />
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I have looked at the Humane Society web site for our
area. Should I adopt? I don't have a back yard. I don't want to walk a
dog several times a day. Forget about it ...Should I start dating
eventually? No one would be as comfortable as Allen. Forget that, too. <br />
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Allen only had 3 problems: He was a libertarian/republican, he
smoked, he would not exercise, he was a packrat. Okay, so he had 4
problems. Otherwise, he was considerate, thoughtful, supportive, and
always put me first. He also did the cooking. <br />
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I am drinking too much wine. <br />
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When my Allen was diagnosed and subsequently became sicker, knitting became my therapy -- my way to combat the stress.<br />
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When I told the ladies at my LYS about his illness, I discovered that the shop owner had lost her first husband to the Big C, too, when she was a young mother. She also dealt with it through her knitting.<br />
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Now that he is gone, knitting is a fragile defense against loneliness and depression. Life must be rebuilt. So what should life be now? How should I structure my days? It cannot be only church, work, knitting, gym, and the TV. Where will love and companionship be?<br />
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I have a couple more trips to make. I will deliver his ashes to Monterrey Bay, and visit friends and family on the west coast (May 2013?), and maybe retrace part of our last trip (September 2011) to the west coast together. Our bucket list also included a fall drive to Vermont. It would not be fun to go alone. Those things are to be enjoyed with someone. But who?<br />
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Dear friends here and yon may become only memories. <br />
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I must also find a grief group. I will take my knitting. Knitting will help heavy words flow lightly. <br />
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I will love him forever. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326910877985616337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077022371964054050.post-14484980169090887572012-11-02T17:17:00.001-05:002012-11-02T17:17:08.514-05:00Little Husker<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
With a little Husker arriving in December, I decided to get my act in gear. No little boy blue in sight! We are making our baby boy a red pullover. Can you see where this is going? Grandpa Husker would have been proud. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326910877985616337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077022371964054050.post-76433837360425314222012-10-30T10:45:00.000-05:002012-10-30T10:45:43.309-05:00Getting back to life as we know it<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It has been three weeks and a day since my life changed forever. Time to get on with the rest of it. <br />
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I have turned my hands back to my knitting and completed my friend, Carolyn's, socks. Usually, socks are a 2-3 week project, but the time was disrupted by a trip to Omaha for a second celebration of life. I finished the socks this morning with my second cup of coffee. The yarn is <a href="http://www.knitpicks.com/yarns/Stroll_Hand_Painted_Sock_Yarn__D5420193.html">Knit Picks</a>' colorway, Lake Front, and the pattern is <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/catherine-2">Catherine by Kate Blackburn</a>. I learned a couple of tricks from this pattern. <br />
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Now, I want to make something for our latest family addition, a boy. I attended his baby shower last Saturday and can definitely say that he does not need caps! I deliberately held off on the knitting just so I would know where the gaps are. He does not have any cardigans or pullovers, and nothing coordinated. He is due on December 23rd. Red! Huskers! Oooooh . . . .</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326910877985616337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077022371964054050.post-42815405511841282322012-10-08T19:24:00.002-05:002012-10-08T19:24:49.198-05:00In Memorium<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Allen Edwin Jones</div>
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aka "Husker"</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326910877985616337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077022371964054050.post-13905798972395166972012-10-05T15:03:00.000-05:002012-10-06T09:50:51.432-05:00A Week (almost) with George<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Husker's brother, George, spent 4 days, 5 nights with us, arriving Tuesday evening of last week, and leaving Sunday morning. Husker really does love his brother, and the feeling is mutual. They are remarkably close. George made himself very useful during his visit, assisting with his sick bro, and doing small things around the house for me. Such as change out the AC filter and fix a sticking gate. Gotta love that.<br />
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George came from Omaha on his Harley. Those things are bigger than you think and there was no space for it in the garage along with our two cars; so, we parked it in the atrium which is a covered and gated entry courtyard at the front of our house. It made a perfect Harley garage. I stupidly did not get a shot of the Harley in the space, but hopefully, you can use your imagination ... the space is 6'6" x 10'. The Harley barely squeezed in! <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYs_WUfW1525aYB0D2EqUqS-nLepZMd7GnpH9iGjKCHNVtA9Vt6DvB8dppaghcTDe1iwcdxxzXD9Eh-se7HbZf0zF_cG_Ab5bgUUucEPnhmr_cPQUbSKK7YDlWp3rwdZja_PAbaWY1XI/s1600/Catherine+Gansey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYs_WUfW1525aYB0D2EqUqS-nLepZMd7GnpH9iGjKCHNVtA9Vt6DvB8dppaghcTDe1iwcdxxzXD9Eh-se7HbZf0zF_cG_Ab5bgUUucEPnhmr_cPQUbSKK7YDlWp3rwdZja_PAbaWY1XI/s320/Catherine+Gansey.jpg" width="240" /></a>My knitting has been in the doldrums with lots of yarn and ideas to work on. So many new yarns await! I need to make baby caps for the local children's hospital, socks, Christmas gifts, etc. But now I have gotten started with a new pair of socks, <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/catherine-2"><i>Catherine</i></a>, a Gansey pattern of diamonds, by Kate Blackburn. The yarn is <a href="http://www.knitpicks.com/yarns/Stroll_Hand_Painted_Sock_Yarn__D5420193.html">Knit Picks</a>' colorway, Lake Front. My foot is narrow (AAA), but this pattern required too many stitches cast on, and reducing the CO was going to be a big charting adjustment. Not in the mood to do that. So someone is going to get these for Christmas. Whom do I know that has a medium width foot?<br />
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Meanwhile, it rained for 4 days while George was here. It started out with a drizzle and progressed to a steady gentle shower that came down more than it did not during the 4 days. Three inches' worth at our house. We are happy to have it, and grateful that it did not become a flood. Sections of west Texas flooded such as Midland and Odessa, but you have to see that area to understand why it would flood. It gets so little rain there that when it comes, there are no gullies and creeks big enough to handle it. It is Flat with a capital "F". Even the desert country of the Big Bend experienced some flooding, but they have mountains, and routes for the rains to follow to the Rio Grande. Meanwhile, the water pours over<a href="http://www.thefieldlab.blogspot.com/2012/09/last-rain.html"> mesas, into gullies, washes out roads</a>, etc. They won't see another drop for months. My niece was in San Angelo, midway between north Texas and the Big Bend, and she said they had a "ton" of rain. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326910877985616337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077022371964054050.post-82851316387296011022012-09-24T11:31:00.000-05:002012-09-24T15:43:39.700-05:00Everything you ever need to know about Ganseys<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03326910877985616337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077022371964054050.post-38382814802631908492012-09-19T13:27:00.000-05:002012-09-19T13:27:15.788-05:00Neck Warmers and Red Socks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I went to my LYS on Tuesday to pick up a US #2 16-inch cable needle for the mini-cowl/neck warmer that I am making -- again. I made the first one just to see what it would look like, and to use up the left over sock yarn from my sister-in-law's socks. Then I mailed her socks and the neck warmer to her on Monday.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXnUki2jmWCcAv77O45TV-via-uZZPkNwBBbqQpKpEUkhvvJrf-ERli_mrLpn6YJZyltw3IkUBeKGz24RJyo0AEe9tpLRJ05Kj783_1Z-paG0gRKlwHmZavYBbK0rKhZa2FL0wBnh7ydc/s1600/photo-004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXnUki2jmWCcAv77O45TV-via-uZZPkNwBBbqQpKpEUkhvvJrf-ERli_mrLpn6YJZyltw3IkUBeKGz24RJyo0AEe9tpLRJ05Kj783_1Z-paG0gRKlwHmZavYBbK0rKhZa2FL0wBnh7ydc/s320/photo-004.JPG" width="320" /></a>But I really liked the little neck warmer. I hated to let it go. So I immediately dug through my left-overs and found a nice chunk of <a href="http://www.knitpicks.com/">Knit Picks</a>' Frosting colorway. Hmmm .... might be enough. I am now about 4 inches into it, and holding my breath that I can get at least 3 more inches on it before I run out of yarn.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRzelpmXqyGqXZtWFn4F_ByfUwtZbuLzAS54oM2ONWTEk7j4hUKF9SwFobp0ja8jZ52NtbXfjFqpDNT3TSkTtAnrXAoX73yMpo7VY_3B-udwirwad3InoO7bGDjmWhefe_J5gHfAsvk8/s1600/photo-002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRzelpmXqyGqXZtWFn4F_ByfUwtZbuLzAS54oM2ONWTEk7j4hUKF9SwFobp0ja8jZ52NtbXfjFqpDNT3TSkTtAnrXAoX73yMpo7VY_3B-udwirwad3InoO7bGDjmWhefe_J5gHfAsvk8/s320/photo-002.JPG" width="320" /></a>One thing that bothered me while making the neck warmer (other than the boring repetition of the 2x2s) was the bamboo dpns that I was using. So I dug through my assortment of needles, but no #2 cables. Which brings me back to where this post started: off to the store... where they were having an end-of-season sale. Oh my! I need more yarn like I need more calories. I managed to get out of the store with my wallet somewhat intact -- only bought yarn for one pair of socks. Red. Not striped, not varigated, just red. Christmas socks. That means that I am only 12 pairs of socks behind including the 6 skeins that I have on order. <br />
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Then I picked up a jar of <a href="http://www.nutellausa.com/">Nutella</a> to help me wade through all these socks that I need to get made. </div>
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