I am finding it harder to focus these days. Our world is upside down. Watching the world collapse around us and feeling helpless to stop it. The sun came out today so today is a better day. People can go out and walk a pup or push a stroller or do both at the same time while still being distant from anyone else.
Our society is in mourning for human contact, a kiss, a handshake. We have been visited by the harbinger of death and we continue to struggle to survive it.
I have always thought about what it would be like if a virus got loose in the world like the one we are bearing witness to right now. What would we do? Would we give up and just die? Would we fight? Would the people we have put in power and trust to protect us do their jobs? Would we take care of one another? What would that look like?
Regretfully, we currently bear witness to terrible, horrifying illness and death. The leaders we put in place are fighting amongst themselves to see who will profit most from this scourge. We are not allowed to care for one another; no indeed, if we fall ill and have to go to a hospital for care, we must say goodbye to our loved ones. We will suffer and die alone. Alone. Alone.
We now know that this virus has been in our country for much longer than we first believed and that it came from more than just one place. Unwittingly spread by people who either thought they just had a cold, a touch of the flu, or no symptoms at all. By the time the leader of our country decided to actually listen to the drum beat of this virus that had been beating for a long time, it was too late.
This man, or maybe not even a man, is uneducated, ignorant, cruel and vulgar takes victory laps on the graves of his victims. He is committing genocide, added by partisan hacks who have long ago outlived any sort of value. People who fawn and genuflect to this monster who presides over the mass murders of men, women, children and babies and considers 80,000 dead a victory. They kiss his (ring) in order to stack courts with like minded individuals who compromised their souls long ago.
So now, after weeks of death, they are all in too deep to ever survive the drowning of their souls.
So, how do we cope? What do we do to stay alive, care for our loved ones and eliminate the diseased leaders so that our people have a prayer of surviving?
Vote? That would be wonderful, but how many will be left to actually vote come November?
Businesses are dying. People are dying, babies are dying, and yet, building a wall to keep others out is more important. Caging souls who don’t look like the orange moron in chief, more important than listening to the facts, the science, the sane.
Babies in cages, undrinkable water, death and disease on a massive scale and we have senators more worried about their own job than the people they are sworn to represent.
When did caring for one another become Socialism? When did doing the right thing become a crime?
I know that the so-called religious right are simply atheists in Christian clothing. Because nowhere; NO WHERE in the Bible does it say to Hate, to Dominate, to Hurt, to Turn away from others. The God I was taught to worship didn’t care what color I was, or who I loved, or who loved me. The God I was taught to worship is color blind and reveres all creatures. These so-called holy folk are liars and cheats. They do not believe in God. They lie to you in the name of God, but don’t really care about you as long as they have theirs.
My rage is all consuming. My sorrow is stifling. My heart feels hate and finds it sickening.
So, how do I put one foot in front of the other? Well, I don’t sometimes. Sometimes I just stop and feel all that terror and pain. Other times I look at my family, my pups, my friends all struggling at the same time and I take a deep breath and start to look outward. I look at the sunrise and appreciate. I look at the moon and appreciate. When my children share photos of my grand children I feel love and gratitude that they are safe and well for now. And I appreciate. The terror that one or more will become ill chokes me sometimes. But in that moment when I see them smile and laugh, I feel gratitude.
My prayers are for health for all of them. For lives long and well lived. Prayers that they will always be kind and know that they are loved. And a selfish prayer that we all stay well so that we may celebrate their lives for many many years.
How do I pray at a time like this? My form of prayer has always come from my hands or music. So right now, I put my head down and sew prayers into stitches of cloth masks to hopefully protect anyone who needs one. My knitting is prayer. My beading; also prayer. When my voice allows me to sing; it is prayer.
I pray for the time, the patience and the love of the world. I pray to overcome the fear and hate that has grown in my soul for the people who have caused this. Or maybe caused is the wrong word; maybe, allowed this to unfold in this way is a better choice. Because it truly did not have to be this way. There was information available. There were plans in place that were willfully dismantled by a racist, conman who was installed by foreign interference in our election. We could see it coming and we are helpless as we watch this madman succumb to age onset dementia and megalomania.
So we pray. We keep praying to whatever power we believe in for mercy; for survival; for return to sanity.
Our world will never be the same as it was on the first of January 2020. Our world has forever been changed, by greed, racism, cruelty and hate. It didn’t have to be this way. We should not have to die.
For now; we will stay at home, stay in touch with all we love, care for those we can. And we will pray for the world to come right side up.
Wednesday, May 13, 2020
Friday, October 11, 2019
I love the fall, the smells, the colors, Halloween! But I find it a difficult time of year as I start to reflect on all the things I wish I could have accomplished on the long days of summer. It takes me a little while to actually realize that so many "things" got done; but I fixate on the ones that didn't. Do other people feel that way? Or is is just me?
The end of summer projects and clean up. Keeping up with the little things inside the house. The past few years have taught me to pick a single thing and do it well. Then move on to the next thing. But every now and then I find myself reverting to the frenzy of earlier years. Fold the laundry and half-way there take a pile to the bathroom and as I put the towels into the cabinet I see that it needs organizing so I sit on the floor and pull everything out and start to organize, but then I think I should start a bag for trash and another for donate so off I go for the bags. They reside under the kitchen sink which I see has our coffee cups from the morning in it, so I start to put them in the dishwasher only to find that it is full of clean dishes, so....you get my drift. As I am getting older I am doing better, but sometimes......
Do you ever wonder what would happen if you were gone tomorrow? Would the toilet get cleaned? Has anyone else ever actually cleaned the toilet? Just me? Hm. Who would make sure there is bread in the freezer, cream for the coffee or even the coffee for that matter?
Who would wash the windows? Vacuum right to the corners? Trim the puppies nails? Trim the pups? Would someone else make sure that there was toothpaste, razor blades, dog food?
My mind goes "there" sometimes. The things that nobody really notices are the things that I do every day or every week or once a month or twice a year. They are solitary chores and I don't mind doing them, but once in awhile I wonder if I should make a list to leave behind; like a Will of duties.
The pet peeves that I have would go undone. The sink drain would need to be emptied. The cobwebs in the cellar in need of vanquishing. Change those sheets once a week! Wash all of the bedding 3 or 4 times a year.....at least!
People don't notice the clean windows, but I feel like they would notice dirty ones. Magic drawers full of folded clothes. Deodorant and razor blades are always just there, right? Socks match.
Sugar and spice and everything nice are watched over and replenished by house elves; right?
I never thought that I would take pleasure in all of these little things, but as I get older, I enjoy these things. The process of folding and dusting and washing and straightening. The magical things that nobody notices, but benefit from. Making life comfortable in a simple way; under the radar. Being useful and quiet.
So, I wonder sometimes; if I was gone; would anyone notice? Just in case I have decided that I am not going........
Happy Fall.
Tuesday, October 8, 2019
Dear Lily,
You left us on August 12th at 10 in the morning and we will probably never be exactly the same. For 13 years you were my constant companion and best friend. You saved me from the dark during a very dark time for me. You were never “just a pup” to me. You were child, friend, family and saying good bye was so very hard for me.
We are still talking about what you would do for attention. Flirting and barking at Justin or Don or Dave. When you were ever so tiny, untying my shoes was a favorite pastime. Your first and most favorite toy was my Bra of all things. Not a clean one; oh no; but a warm one fresh off in the evening. You would grab it and head out on a run.
Our tentative and cautious pup, you were careful around strangers, but if a new pup came around you were the boss. The tiniest boss, but the boss all the same.
When you were 4 and we brought home Daisy, you were so mad at me. Turned your back and pouted. However, the first thing Daisy ever did was clean your face and ears. She loved you from the moment she found you. We were secondary to Daisy I think.
Up until just a couple of weeks before you left us you loved to Herd a Basketball around the yard. You would bark and stomp your feet until we threw it for you. Daisy was terrified of the thing, but you were the boss of that big, hard ball.
You would hop up on my lap if I was knitting and you figured that I had ignored you long enough. You loved our little Maeve from the first time she arrived here in her infant car seat. So very many kisses.
And you loved your Dad. The minute that truck pulled into the driveway you would run to the top of the cellar stairs and wait. Then off, like a shot, to your baby on the floor in the living room. (A big old black dog that had pellets inside.) We called it your baby and I am still sleeping with it now and then.
I can still feel you in my arms and it is so very hard to know that you are not here anymore. I hope that you are with my Dad. He thought you were pretty special.
For a few days after you had to go, I could feel you around the house. Just a feeling like you were there making sure we were ok. Then one morning about 6 days after, I woke up (at least I think I woke up) and there you were sitting on the bedside table. Just looking at me like you were saying goodbye. After that I did not feel you here anymore. Maybe my imagination, but I felt better after that. Still sad; still weeping at the drop of a hat, but better.
Then a couple of weeks ago I opened up my little ipad at work and for some reason, Facebook opened and there on the page was this little puppy face looking for a home. I felt like you were saying, “don’t wait; this little girl is for you.”
So even though I said I would wait until at least spring and look for a little white pup like you; here I am in autumn, with a little black pup named Ivy. Nothing like you, but every now and then she does a little move that is you, my Lily. I will miss you forever. I thank you for making our lives soooooo soooo sooo much better for having you here. Thank you for choosing us to be your people.
You left us on August 12th at 10 in the morning and we will probably never be exactly the same. For 13 years you were my constant companion and best friend. You saved me from the dark during a very dark time for me. You were never “just a pup” to me. You were child, friend, family and saying good bye was so very hard for me.
We are still talking about what you would do for attention. Flirting and barking at Justin or Don or Dave. When you were ever so tiny, untying my shoes was a favorite pastime. Your first and most favorite toy was my Bra of all things. Not a clean one; oh no; but a warm one fresh off in the evening. You would grab it and head out on a run.
Our tentative and cautious pup, you were careful around strangers, but if a new pup came around you were the boss. The tiniest boss, but the boss all the same.
When you were 4 and we brought home Daisy, you were so mad at me. Turned your back and pouted. However, the first thing Daisy ever did was clean your face and ears. She loved you from the moment she found you. We were secondary to Daisy I think.
Up until just a couple of weeks before you left us you loved to Herd a Basketball around the yard. You would bark and stomp your feet until we threw it for you. Daisy was terrified of the thing, but you were the boss of that big, hard ball.
You would hop up on my lap if I was knitting and you figured that I had ignored you long enough. You loved our little Maeve from the first time she arrived here in her infant car seat. So very many kisses.
And you loved your Dad. The minute that truck pulled into the driveway you would run to the top of the cellar stairs and wait. Then off, like a shot, to your baby on the floor in the living room. (A big old black dog that had pellets inside.) We called it your baby and I am still sleeping with it now and then.
I can still feel you in my arms and it is so very hard to know that you are not here anymore. I hope that you are with my Dad. He thought you were pretty special.
For a few days after you had to go, I could feel you around the house. Just a feeling like you were there making sure we were ok. Then one morning about 6 days after, I woke up (at least I think I woke up) and there you were sitting on the bedside table. Just looking at me like you were saying goodbye. After that I did not feel you here anymore. Maybe my imagination, but I felt better after that. Still sad; still weeping at the drop of a hat, but better.
Then a couple of weeks ago I opened up my little ipad at work and for some reason, Facebook opened and there on the page was this little puppy face looking for a home. I felt like you were saying, “don’t wait; this little girl is for you.”
So even though I said I would wait until at least spring and look for a little white pup like you; here I am in autumn, with a little black pup named Ivy. Nothing like you, but every now and then she does a little move that is you, my Lily. I will miss you forever. I thank you for making our lives soooooo soooo sooo much better for having you here. Thank you for choosing us to be your people.
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
it has been a long time
So many things have happened in the past three years. I cannot believe that I haven't found a moment to post here. I just re-read the previous post and found it amazing that my perspective was so dead on to what has happened in our world in the past week. I sometimes wonder if there is truly no hope; and then I look into the face of one of my lovely grand daughters and see that there is always hope.
My mother passed on to dance with my Dad again, just the end of September. It was a bittersweet passing for all of us. She had fought the good fight but her dementia finally prevailed. And yet, the last few weeks of her life although confused, showed us that some of her will remained. Through her confusion, she seemed to find presence of mind to stand up for herself.
On the day I last visited her when she was still communicating, she kept saying that she needed to buy a dress because she was going to a dance. So we asked what color and she decided on blue. Blue has always been her favorite color. I asked who she was going to the dance with and she said "him" as she looked over my shoulder. I asked the name of this man only she could see, but she didn't know. I hoped it was my Dad, come to wait for her.
The night before she died, my sister's dogs began growling and barking at the couch in her living room. My sister did hope, in passing, that Dad was sitting and waiting for Mom. The next day, just after 5pm Mom went to the dance with we three daughters sitting beside her.
Now, Mom had not really known who I was for a number of years and I felt that I had been missing her and even mourning her a little even when she was still here. But, the truth is, there is a hole in my life just like the one that opened when Dad passed away. I had steeled myself to the grief but it would find me anyway.
Your parents are your parents forever. Whether they are here or dancing on another level, you miss them. I miss them. I am sad.
I am the old person now. I am the Nana. I hope that my life will mean something to the next generations. The legacy of my parents and grandparents remains with me. I can only wish that someone will remember me with the respect and love that I remember my parents.
The past three years have brought my a new son-in-law, as well as two lovely grand daughters. We are now a family force to be reckoned with. Four of five children married and blessings of grand daughters, grand cats and grand dogs to fill the house. May the family continue to grow and thrive.
My knitting has taken a turn to the smaller, softer and fairly colorful. Sweaters and hats, a blanket or two; even a couple of pumpkins knit for halloween costumes.
Our world has changed in mighty and frightening ways. I can only be who I am and continue to look for the good, the kind, the generous in the people I meet. It was a blow to realize that there are so many who choose to hate. My prayers and energies will be spent on love. For Love trumps Hate always.
My mother passed on to dance with my Dad again, just the end of September. It was a bittersweet passing for all of us. She had fought the good fight but her dementia finally prevailed. And yet, the last few weeks of her life although confused, showed us that some of her will remained. Through her confusion, she seemed to find presence of mind to stand up for herself.
On the day I last visited her when she was still communicating, she kept saying that she needed to buy a dress because she was going to a dance. So we asked what color and she decided on blue. Blue has always been her favorite color. I asked who she was going to the dance with and she said "him" as she looked over my shoulder. I asked the name of this man only she could see, but she didn't know. I hoped it was my Dad, come to wait for her.
The night before she died, my sister's dogs began growling and barking at the couch in her living room. My sister did hope, in passing, that Dad was sitting and waiting for Mom. The next day, just after 5pm Mom went to the dance with we three daughters sitting beside her.
Now, Mom had not really known who I was for a number of years and I felt that I had been missing her and even mourning her a little even when she was still here. But, the truth is, there is a hole in my life just like the one that opened when Dad passed away. I had steeled myself to the grief but it would find me anyway.
Your parents are your parents forever. Whether they are here or dancing on another level, you miss them. I miss them. I am sad.
I am the old person now. I am the Nana. I hope that my life will mean something to the next generations. The legacy of my parents and grandparents remains with me. I can only wish that someone will remember me with the respect and love that I remember my parents.
The past three years have brought my a new son-in-law, as well as two lovely grand daughters. We are now a family force to be reckoned with. Four of five children married and blessings of grand daughters, grand cats and grand dogs to fill the house. May the family continue to grow and thrive.
My knitting has taken a turn to the smaller, softer and fairly colorful. Sweaters and hats, a blanket or two; even a couple of pumpkins knit for halloween costumes.
Our world has changed in mighty and frightening ways. I can only be who I am and continue to look for the good, the kind, the generous in the people I meet. It was a blow to realize that there are so many who choose to hate. My prayers and energies will be spent on love. For Love trumps Hate always.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
be kind
Is it so difficult? Is it just not cool enough? Why is it fun to watch cruelty or meanness?
This morning I was sitting with my cup of coffee and catching the weather on the Today Show. As everyone knows the morning shows jump from one subject to another pretty quickly. Among the guests today, Donald Trump doing an interview about the new Celebrity Apprentice show. Now this sort of show is not my favorite thing. I don't like to watch people compete the way they do on this show. He made a comment about how the winnings go to charities and that is a wonderful thing. But he also made reference to the viciousness of the competition.
We are living in a world that often seems "Gone Mad". Bullying and violence. Cruelty and aggression. Our elected officials spend more time obstructing anything that could help the country. Social media has become a source of snark instead of a means of civil communication. Our children learn from the rich and famous to be cruel to one another.
The human race should be evolving and learning and teaching the young to care for one another.
I am not comfortable with the famous, competing for money to give a charity that is "won" by teaching our children that the only way to get ahead in life is to be cruel.
Human failing should teach us to stop and take a deep breath before we hurt someone else.
We are all only human and sometimes make mistakes. That is the way we learn. But we should acknowledge the error and apologize if we hurt someone else and then strive to be kinder the next time.
I am not comfortable watching our elected officials try to one up one another and with sheer meanness, hurt the people they represent.
Nobody is perfect, we all probably lash out at someone who has hurt us, but, and here is where the growth and evolution comes in; we can make a conscious decision to try not to lash out the next time.
Every day, I hope to be a kinder person. Every day, I hope to make a difference even if it is only the tiniest difference. I pray to think twice and speak only once. Be fair. Stand up for my convictions, but not at a cost to someone else.
Make someone smile. Tell someone something positive that makes a difference.
My wealth does not come from money. I am rich in family, friends and the company I keep. I don't want to hurt anyone and if I can make someone smile or feel better about who they are, I am rich. I won't be a pushover and I will defend myself and those I love, but I won't search someone out to hurt them.
Peace is something we can achieve. Security is something we can achieve. Not through force or hate. Not with guns or fences.
We are human beings. We can CHOOSE to evolve. We can CHOOSE to make peace. We can CHOOSE to be KIND.
If everyone would make the choice to be kind, just a little, every single day, we would all be rich. We would not need a weapon, we would not need the fear, we would not need the money.
My Dad told me a story just a few weeks before he died about being in the Navy in WWII. He was on an island where they had POW's. They would have work details on the other side of the island. Dad would get the rations for a meal and then take volunteers of prisoners to do the work. The prisoners would all want to volunteer and always did the work because Dad always made sure there was enough food for them and they would go to the beach after the work was done. He said that they were all soliders. All serving their country. All drafted to serve and stuck in the same situation. They respected each other. They were prisoners and guards and knew what was expected on each side. There was honor. Nobody was tortured or humiliated. Dad never understood why we would torture. There was not a cruel bone in his body. He didn't care what color you were or what you did for a living. You were a person and that was good enough for him. If you needed a friend he was the best friend you ever had.
That is what I think I would like to be, the best friend anyone ever had.
I am a huge fan of Ellen Degeneres. I watch her show as often as I can. I often dream of being "Genie", the gal who gets to knock on the doors and spread the kindness that is Ellen. So since I can't do that, I would like to follow her rule, the one thing she says and does every day, "Be Kind to One Another."
How hard can that be?
The answer to that is, Not Hard At All.
Be kind. Let me know how that works out for you.
If we all caught the kindness virus, it could become the best epidemic ever.
This morning I was sitting with my cup of coffee and catching the weather on the Today Show. As everyone knows the morning shows jump from one subject to another pretty quickly. Among the guests today, Donald Trump doing an interview about the new Celebrity Apprentice show. Now this sort of show is not my favorite thing. I don't like to watch people compete the way they do on this show. He made a comment about how the winnings go to charities and that is a wonderful thing. But he also made reference to the viciousness of the competition.
We are living in a world that often seems "Gone Mad". Bullying and violence. Cruelty and aggression. Our elected officials spend more time obstructing anything that could help the country. Social media has become a source of snark instead of a means of civil communication. Our children learn from the rich and famous to be cruel to one another.
The human race should be evolving and learning and teaching the young to care for one another.
I am not comfortable with the famous, competing for money to give a charity that is "won" by teaching our children that the only way to get ahead in life is to be cruel.
Human failing should teach us to stop and take a deep breath before we hurt someone else.
We are all only human and sometimes make mistakes. That is the way we learn. But we should acknowledge the error and apologize if we hurt someone else and then strive to be kinder the next time.
I am not comfortable watching our elected officials try to one up one another and with sheer meanness, hurt the people they represent.
Nobody is perfect, we all probably lash out at someone who has hurt us, but, and here is where the growth and evolution comes in; we can make a conscious decision to try not to lash out the next time.
Every day, I hope to be a kinder person. Every day, I hope to make a difference even if it is only the tiniest difference. I pray to think twice and speak only once. Be fair. Stand up for my convictions, but not at a cost to someone else.
Make someone smile. Tell someone something positive that makes a difference.
My wealth does not come from money. I am rich in family, friends and the company I keep. I don't want to hurt anyone and if I can make someone smile or feel better about who they are, I am rich. I won't be a pushover and I will defend myself and those I love, but I won't search someone out to hurt them.
Peace is something we can achieve. Security is something we can achieve. Not through force or hate. Not with guns or fences.
We are human beings. We can CHOOSE to evolve. We can CHOOSE to make peace. We can CHOOSE to be KIND.
If everyone would make the choice to be kind, just a little, every single day, we would all be rich. We would not need a weapon, we would not need the fear, we would not need the money.
My Dad told me a story just a few weeks before he died about being in the Navy in WWII. He was on an island where they had POW's. They would have work details on the other side of the island. Dad would get the rations for a meal and then take volunteers of prisoners to do the work. The prisoners would all want to volunteer and always did the work because Dad always made sure there was enough food for them and they would go to the beach after the work was done. He said that they were all soliders. All serving their country. All drafted to serve and stuck in the same situation. They respected each other. They were prisoners and guards and knew what was expected on each side. There was honor. Nobody was tortured or humiliated. Dad never understood why we would torture. There was not a cruel bone in his body. He didn't care what color you were or what you did for a living. You were a person and that was good enough for him. If you needed a friend he was the best friend you ever had.
That is what I think I would like to be, the best friend anyone ever had.
I am a huge fan of Ellen Degeneres. I watch her show as often as I can. I often dream of being "Genie", the gal who gets to knock on the doors and spread the kindness that is Ellen. So since I can't do that, I would like to follow her rule, the one thing she says and does every day, "Be Kind to One Another."
How hard can that be?
The answer to that is, Not Hard At All.
Be kind. Let me know how that works out for you.
If we all caught the kindness virus, it could become the best epidemic ever.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
feeling a little springlike
I know that it is only January but this morning the light and the air felt a little more like spring. Maybe it is just the Hope of spring, but I'll take it. Sometimes January is so cold and dark that I wonder if spring will ever arrive. Today tells me that it will.
Our family holidays were just about the best I can remember. Everyone home and healthy and laughing and relaxing together. We are so grateful for the family we have and so proud of everyone and the lives they are living. Our house was full of people and dogs. We have 4 grand pups and 3 grand kitties. Only the pups came for the festivities.
On Christmas day after everyone had left for home I traveled to see my sister and my Mom. It was such a nice quiet visit. I am so grateful that Mom is settled in and happy with Nancy. Only one little moment gave me pause. Mom came out from the bedroom after her nap and when she saw me she got this look of panic for a moment and I knew that she was not certain of who I was. I had been there the week before, but perhaps the haircut I got in between was just too much for her. Tea and Christmas cookies smoothed everything over.
Now we are into winter for sure. Ski season has begun for everyone but me. I never know if I will manage to wrestle those boots back on my feet but I have not lost hope. It could happen.
In the meantime I run around in the canteen at the ski area at least once a week. By the end of the 6th hour I am ready to be home with my feet up and a lovely glass of wine in hand wondering if I am getting to old for this stuff and praying that I am not.
In the meantime, I am knitting and sewing a bit here and there. I finished a wonderful shawl/cowl; a knit a long with She-knits Mystery KAL's from Ravelry. Very happy with the results. I am also knitting a pair of fingerless mitts for myself. I did a pair for Cecily for Christmas and loved them so much that I want a pair for myself. Complete with vintage buttons, they are perfect for taking the dogs out in style. There is still a shawl with beads to be finished so I am never bored.
Aprons for the gals at the canteen at Otis Ridge as well. I sewed them from home dec fabric of which I have more than I will ever need.
And a lesson learned about trying to knit a gift in secret. DON'T. I spent night after night trying to knit up a vest in a great basket weave design for Larry for Christmas. The resulting vest is so huge that three of him could wear it. We had a huge laugh and I learned my lesson. This sort of thing is just not a good surprise, just a surprise.
I'm thinking of a cool belt and leggings and I could wear it as some kind of funky dress. I am sure my daughters will steer me away from that idea at their first opportunity.
Happy New Year one and all.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
holidays and evolution
As we finish the autumn holidays, Labor Day: the end of the summer picnic scene; Halloween, the holiday just for fun and color; Veterans' Day, to thank the men and women who protect us all and Thanksgiving, the holiday to be thankful for all we enjoy and love, we can reflect on the evolution of our life and family.
This year we celebrated a new and special holiday now and forever to be known as "Ridiculous Amounts of Joy". This was the wedding of Justin and Sarah. A most wonderful celebration of family and wedding all in one. Two young people who are happy and healthy and kind; who love enough to share their lives together and share their lives with us. The Labor Day weekend this year was the wedding and everyone who was part of the weekend celebration are still talking about it. Perfect weather, perfect food, perfect music and smiles and laughter without reserve. Our family is thankful that this lovely couple shared and included them in their celebration. We love you.
Families grow and evolve all the time. This year, Thanksgiving was quiet in our home. Only one child home and a good friend sharing our feast. The others are all starting new traditions. Check our the blog www.jgslifeinfood.blogspot.com to sample one of the newest tradition additions. This is a wonderful thing for all of us. Holidays should be for joy and fun. No stress, no worries.
Growing up, holidays were filled with food and family, but sometimes were stressful. Because of this I was determined as an adult with a family of my own that I would solve this stress problem. I realized that whenever our family is together, it is a holiday. As a young mother I had found myself falling into the "stress" trap and it took a few years and regretfully a divorce to pull out of all of that. But I did and now when I feel the stress closing in, I take a deep breath and remember the fun of being together is really just that; Being together.
Most of the kids have started their own traditions and it makes me smile. The evolution will continue on Christmas. Everyone is trying to get home for Christmas Eve. I can't wait for them all to be here laughing and talking and eating. There are new houses, new spouses, new extended families, jobs and adventures. When we are all together we share all the information, sometimes in a very loud and confusing manner. It is the most wonderful noise in the world. Then on Christmas Day it will become quieter as they return to their homes and new traditions there. One cooking Christmas Dinner for family - in - law for the first time. Others joining other family for more celebration.
We are so blessed to have the wonderful children we have. They share their lives and love with us. Everyone laughs and loves together.It makes us rich in so many ways. Whenever we are together it is joyful. It is a holiday. It is Thanksgiving.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
farewell to princessandthepeatg
So I have another blog called Princessandthepeatg.blogspot.com, but I have tried over and over to link it to this account and written for help to no avail. I wanted to post on it but cannot get into the blog account to do that so I am sad today. It is my blog and I wish it was still accessible. I address different things there and wanted to keep the two blogs separate. If any of my friends out there have any answers for me I hope they will jump in and let me know.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
The Learning Curve
My mind is such a muddle today. I have been tired and sad and searching for answers, all to no avail. Mom came to spend four days with us. My sister is having a new shower installed for easier access for Mom now that she is living there.
Mom had to have surgery at the end of March and we our fears of further decline have been realized. Surgery went very well although took longer than expected with a little more repair work needed. So she was under anesthesia for twice as long as first predicted. But the repairs were made with no problem. She woke in the hospital very confused but docile. Pain management went very well while there although she had vivid dreams and hallucinations. Pain meds were changed with discharge and off she went to rehab. But she became more and more confused, fearful and depressed. The rehab, although thought to be about the best around was fair at best. She came in as a post op patient but did not receive the attention needed for pain management and simple physical care. She would get up in the night, the alarm would go off and nobody came. She was not bathed or monitored when she was given a meal. She did not know where she was or I fear, who she was. Her name was never put on her door and the staff, when they came in, called her by a different name and she smiled and responded in confusion. We took her out of there after only 3 days and moved her in with my sister. The ride since then has been wild. 24 hour care is needed and my sister has shouldered much of this. Caregivers are in for about 20 hours a week. Not enough for my sister to get a breath or any rest. We are learning as we go how to schedule care and monitor progress.
Sundowning! Mom began to exhibit symptoms of paranoia and terror from late afternoon and into the evening. Crying and wailing and praying to die but fearing death. We were at our wits end until a visiting nurse suggested we check information on something called Sundowning. Well, Bingo! that is exactly what was happening to her. I went online to read other accounts of this problem from other family members and caregivers and found that the pain med we were using for management could be part of the problem. We stopped the med and the sundowning has improved a great deal. We have also found that Mom will complain of pain one moment and then when we offer an OTC remedy she says she doesn't have pain, so she is no longer reliable to be able to know if she herself is in fact in pain.
Physically, Mom is recovering but mentally the decline continues. While she was here I did not leave the house except to take the dogs out for a quick walk. Each time I came back after about 5 minutes, she was anxious and worried because she didn't know where I was. Repetition is only repetition. She retains very little and is easily frightened and confused. Her mood is negative and her tongue sharp. We coax her to eat and she eats only a few bites. She forgets that she has eaten sometimes so we have to keep close track of every bite and every fluid intake.
It is devastating to watch the constant anxiety and her only relief coming in the form of negative mood or commentary.
Her doctor has now prescribed an appetite enhancer so we have great hope that she will start to enjoy some foods again. I make soups and other comfort foods and portion them and freeze them for she and my sister and my other sister brings sweets often. There is always something offered and we find that something simple and sweet is more welcome than say, spinach. Remember when you were a child and vegetables generally came from a can and we all hated them and made faces or fussed when we had to eat them? That is the behavior we see from Mom now. Full circle I think.
We are dedicated to finding positive things to talk about. We will continue to remind her of good memories and hope that, as time goes on, she will become more contented and try to find some positive energy in her life.
By the fourth day she did begin to talk about going "home" and she meant my sister's home. She seems to accept that this is the only option for her and is beginning to give me hope that we will turn a corner for her to be more contented and find peace. Until then, we will hang on for the ride.
So what is on my needles you ask? Lacy, complicated knit shawls that keep me focused. One in wonderful dove colors. Another a soft yellow with silver thread running through it. I have begun beading summery flowers in French Beaded Flowers and bead knitting a brides evening purse. If I sound scattered, be assured that these projects keep me sane and I am grateful for the distraction. All will be well. All will be peaceful. But the learning curve is sharp.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Reflections and observations
Today I woke early after a long night of tossing and turning. I took my pups out for their morning constitutional (yes some people still call it that). Sunrise was spectacular in my little corner of the universe. The lake was so still that there was a perfect reflection of its majesty and therefore, two spectacular sunrises. A morning like that and I tend to linger which delights Lily and Daisy who are rediscovering all of the wonderful scents (and odors) of spring. They happily nosed around the circle and back home for an early breakfast where I hustled to pack up and load my car for my trip to Mom's. The early breakfast was the tip-off and Lily began to pout because she knew I was leaving them behind today.
My knitting bag is so full on these days. Today no less than 4 projects in the works. I know I will only get to one, but I have to have them all with me, just in case. In case of what you may ask? I wish I knew the answer to that.
I take them with me each time I go to stay with Mom. She is facing the decline into dementia and I think I knit to remember the mother who taught me how. After Daddy died a couple of years ago, Mom just stopped. She had been confused and having trouble remembering for a long time, but once Dad was gone, I think she just gave in to it. There was no reason for her to try anymore so she just stopped.
My siblings and I have taken turns staying with her. Caring for her and trying to help her find something, anything to make her happy again. To no avail. It is like the disease has taken of her joy and holds it hostage.
Everyone who helps has a different opinion of what they observe. Her sisters all quite a few years younger, all living alone come and go and try to stay positive and coax Mom back into life. She will have a good hour or two, but then finds company overwhelming and retreats, sometimes in anger, sometimes exhaustion, sometimes in anxiety.
One sibling watches for a good day and holds on to it as though it is a cure. "She had a great day; I think we really have turned the corner. Everything will be better. She is back." Then the next day comes and we begin again.
Another sibling doesn't understand and tries to come, only to be devastated by what is found when they arrive.
Then there is one more who is observing and understanding and accepting of all that is happening. Eager to learn whatever they can to assist Mom and care for her.
I am not certain where I fall in all of this. I come with soup or a sweet. Something I know that she will eat a little bit of. I bring along my knitting and sit beside her and knit. Sometimes we talk. More often lately we just sit side by side. She has little to say. Mom crochets small lap covers and blankets to give away to the homeless shelter. For many years she knit and crocheted for Project Linus and a battered women's shelter. Anyone having a baby would receive a baby sweater. I have the ones she made for my children ready for them when they have children of their own. But lately I don't see a baby sweater in the works. The pattern has become too difficult. I am not sure that there will be anymore baby sweaters.
We are all getting older and for many, watching their parents age or become diseased is more than they can handle. We wonder if our fate will be the same or if we will burden our children in future years. Our time is precious. The time we spend with our parents, grandparents, children and grandchildren also so very precious. Do we make a difference? I hope so. I hope that everyone can spend time with their parents. Learn who they are today. Forget past memories that are hurtful or sad and remember the good memories.
In my life, I have had both and now as I am getting older, I try to forget anything that causes me to waste time on negative thoughts or energies.
Today I turned 55. Whew! I still feel 26, 30 or even 36. I search my mind for some wonderful memories or vague recollections of lovely feelings.
I remember my Mom had this wonderful dress. White cotton, sleeveless with a wide belt. There was this wonderful large flower print on the full skirt. I thought is it was probably the most beautiful dress she ever wore. She was always smiling when I remember her in that dress.
When there was a summer thunderstorm, Mom and Dad or one or the other would come and sit on our beds and we would just be together during the storm. They always left the flashlight on so it was never dark.
A new swing set in the spring. Carnival parades in the summer. Lots of pennies under my pillow in payment for the tooth I lost. Whoopie pies! Red lipstick. My Mom never left the house without her lipstick on. I never understood that. I hate lipstick. But she always looked beautiful.
Mom used to sing when I was little. I remember her singing; You are my Sunshine was a favorite. I practiced it so I could sing it too. Family holidays and family picnics. Everyone together, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins. Everyone lived in town and we were together all the time. It was good. No video games. Card games. Mom and Dad and the aunts and uncles would play for pennies. The next morning we kids would crawl under the formica kitchen table and look for dropped treasure. Mom had spent hours, and hours, and hours making a wool braided rug. It was under that kitchen table and the pennies would hide in the dark colors. We never found a fortune but a penny or two would certainly do.
We were brought up with love, not perfection, but love. Our parents did really well and grew up with us just like we did raising our children. I can only hope that I have done half as well. I hope that the memories of my children are good and kind and that they forgive any mistakes or thoughtless words I might have regretfully or impulsively used. I hope and pray that my family and I can help Mom as she finds her way in the dark. May the things I knit and pass along be cherished and bring wonderful memories to the next generation and the next.
Love you Mom. I won't forget. I will remember for you.
My knitting bag is so full on these days. Today no less than 4 projects in the works. I know I will only get to one, but I have to have them all with me, just in case. In case of what you may ask? I wish I knew the answer to that.
I take them with me each time I go to stay with Mom. She is facing the decline into dementia and I think I knit to remember the mother who taught me how. After Daddy died a couple of years ago, Mom just stopped. She had been confused and having trouble remembering for a long time, but once Dad was gone, I think she just gave in to it. There was no reason for her to try anymore so she just stopped.
My siblings and I have taken turns staying with her. Caring for her and trying to help her find something, anything to make her happy again. To no avail. It is like the disease has taken of her joy and holds it hostage.
Everyone who helps has a different opinion of what they observe. Her sisters all quite a few years younger, all living alone come and go and try to stay positive and coax Mom back into life. She will have a good hour or two, but then finds company overwhelming and retreats, sometimes in anger, sometimes exhaustion, sometimes in anxiety.
One sibling watches for a good day and holds on to it as though it is a cure. "She had a great day; I think we really have turned the corner. Everything will be better. She is back." Then the next day comes and we begin again.
Another sibling doesn't understand and tries to come, only to be devastated by what is found when they arrive.
Then there is one more who is observing and understanding and accepting of all that is happening. Eager to learn whatever they can to assist Mom and care for her.
I am not certain where I fall in all of this. I come with soup or a sweet. Something I know that she will eat a little bit of. I bring along my knitting and sit beside her and knit. Sometimes we talk. More often lately we just sit side by side. She has little to say. Mom crochets small lap covers and blankets to give away to the homeless shelter. For many years she knit and crocheted for Project Linus and a battered women's shelter. Anyone having a baby would receive a baby sweater. I have the ones she made for my children ready for them when they have children of their own. But lately I don't see a baby sweater in the works. The pattern has become too difficult. I am not sure that there will be anymore baby sweaters.
We are all getting older and for many, watching their parents age or become diseased is more than they can handle. We wonder if our fate will be the same or if we will burden our children in future years. Our time is precious. The time we spend with our parents, grandparents, children and grandchildren also so very precious. Do we make a difference? I hope so. I hope that everyone can spend time with their parents. Learn who they are today. Forget past memories that are hurtful or sad and remember the good memories.
In my life, I have had both and now as I am getting older, I try to forget anything that causes me to waste time on negative thoughts or energies.
Today I turned 55. Whew! I still feel 26, 30 or even 36. I search my mind for some wonderful memories or vague recollections of lovely feelings.
I remember my Mom had this wonderful dress. White cotton, sleeveless with a wide belt. There was this wonderful large flower print on the full skirt. I thought is it was probably the most beautiful dress she ever wore. She was always smiling when I remember her in that dress.
When there was a summer thunderstorm, Mom and Dad or one or the other would come and sit on our beds and we would just be together during the storm. They always left the flashlight on so it was never dark.
A new swing set in the spring. Carnival parades in the summer. Lots of pennies under my pillow in payment for the tooth I lost. Whoopie pies! Red lipstick. My Mom never left the house without her lipstick on. I never understood that. I hate lipstick. But she always looked beautiful.
Mom used to sing when I was little. I remember her singing; You are my Sunshine was a favorite. I practiced it so I could sing it too. Family holidays and family picnics. Everyone together, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins. Everyone lived in town and we were together all the time. It was good. No video games. Card games. Mom and Dad and the aunts and uncles would play for pennies. The next morning we kids would crawl under the formica kitchen table and look for dropped treasure. Mom had spent hours, and hours, and hours making a wool braided rug. It was under that kitchen table and the pennies would hide in the dark colors. We never found a fortune but a penny or two would certainly do.
We were brought up with love, not perfection, but love. Our parents did really well and grew up with us just like we did raising our children. I can only hope that I have done half as well. I hope that the memories of my children are good and kind and that they forgive any mistakes or thoughtless words I might have regretfully or impulsively used. I hope and pray that my family and I can help Mom as she finds her way in the dark. May the things I knit and pass along be cherished and bring wonderful memories to the next generation and the next.
Love you Mom. I won't forget. I will remember for you.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
What we teach our children
Winter is a time to stay cozy and warm, generally knitting or beading something that makes us happy. This season has been remarkably free of snow and fairly mild. Still I have at least 3 UFO's on needles and a bead project in the works. Also sewing some fun aprons. This means that I am feeling productive.
What do I do while executing all of these projects? Hmmmmmm. Well, it is election season so I spend quite a lot of time trying to learn about options for the future. Because of this I have formed quite a few opinions of what I see and hear in the media.
Intelligent people use the media to sort through the information and ignore the crazy to get to the sane.
However, this season I feel a little nauseated by the garbage being thrown about. I spent many years raising my children. It went by so very quickly. I hoped that they would be good people, healthy people, kind people, happy people. And, you know, they are. Our children are hard working, kind people who make me proud to know them all.
But I fear for the next generation of young people who are being exposed to such (the only word for it is) Meanness. The cruelty of many of our leaders amazes me and saddens me. Our politicians have become bullies. Is it a wonder that our teenagers follow the examples set by these so-called leaders? Media reports it for all of us to interpret for ourselves, but our children, the children, see all of this and are learning that to lead is to be cruel, selfish, greedy and obstructionist.
What is so wrong for people to pay a fair share of taxes? Not a dollar more? Shame on Mr. Romney. As a Massachusetts resident; you disappointed me then so, in good conscience I could not vote for you now. Sorry. Mr. Gingrich; Nobody should vote for you. You were always a cruel person. You shamed yourself and our country. Go home and sell your books.
I am not disappointed in our President. I am amazed that he has been able to accomplish so very much with the opposition he has encountered from our so called representatives. He will have my support and my vote no matter what. He governs with grace and respect and kindness, and reaches out to opposition over and over. President Obama is the example of good for the next generation. As one of the 99% this President has given me hope and continues to do so. The legacy left by the previous president (that's previous president with a small p)was daunting and still Mr. Obama picked up the pieces and began the incredible task of cleaning up the mess.
One percent; THE one percent. Where do we begin? They will never be able to spend their money in 3 lifetimes and yet they keep it to themselves. With a simple tax adjustment that won't hurt them in the least they could help our country. Banks have exploited people in their greed and even when the previous administration bailed their bums out they still refuse to help people.
Jobs....well now let's see...No more off shoring any job. American companies need to employ Americans. No questions. No exceptions.
Energy. Wind, Solar, Hydro power. Time to be honest and truthful and get these energies up and running. Grants would help but they need to be easily understood by those who could benefit from them. And honestly; OIL, COAL, HYDRO-FRACKING. Just say no to these crazy things. Just say no. Please.
So, I will continue to knit and bead, sew and listen and form opinions.
And Do Unto Others as I would have them do unto me. The golden rule is still the only rule.
What do I do while executing all of these projects? Hmmmmmm. Well, it is election season so I spend quite a lot of time trying to learn about options for the future. Because of this I have formed quite a few opinions of what I see and hear in the media.
Intelligent people use the media to sort through the information and ignore the crazy to get to the sane.
However, this season I feel a little nauseated by the garbage being thrown about. I spent many years raising my children. It went by so very quickly. I hoped that they would be good people, healthy people, kind people, happy people. And, you know, they are. Our children are hard working, kind people who make me proud to know them all.
But I fear for the next generation of young people who are being exposed to such (the only word for it is) Meanness. The cruelty of many of our leaders amazes me and saddens me. Our politicians have become bullies. Is it a wonder that our teenagers follow the examples set by these so-called leaders? Media reports it for all of us to interpret for ourselves, but our children, the children, see all of this and are learning that to lead is to be cruel, selfish, greedy and obstructionist.
What is so wrong for people to pay a fair share of taxes? Not a dollar more? Shame on Mr. Romney. As a Massachusetts resident; you disappointed me then so, in good conscience I could not vote for you now. Sorry. Mr. Gingrich; Nobody should vote for you. You were always a cruel person. You shamed yourself and our country. Go home and sell your books.
I am not disappointed in our President. I am amazed that he has been able to accomplish so very much with the opposition he has encountered from our so called representatives. He will have my support and my vote no matter what. He governs with grace and respect and kindness, and reaches out to opposition over and over. President Obama is the example of good for the next generation. As one of the 99% this President has given me hope and continues to do so. The legacy left by the previous president (that's previous president with a small p)was daunting and still Mr. Obama picked up the pieces and began the incredible task of cleaning up the mess.
One percent; THE one percent. Where do we begin? They will never be able to spend their money in 3 lifetimes and yet they keep it to themselves. With a simple tax adjustment that won't hurt them in the least they could help our country. Banks have exploited people in their greed and even when the previous administration bailed their bums out they still refuse to help people.
Jobs....well now let's see...No more off shoring any job. American companies need to employ Americans. No questions. No exceptions.
Energy. Wind, Solar, Hydro power. Time to be honest and truthful and get these energies up and running. Grants would help but they need to be easily understood by those who could benefit from them. And honestly; OIL, COAL, HYDRO-FRACKING. Just say no to these crazy things. Just say no. Please.
So, I will continue to knit and bead, sew and listen and form opinions.
And Do Unto Others as I would have them do unto me. The golden rule is still the only rule.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Do you watch Holiday Movies?
Well, I am here to tell you that I do. You name it, I watch it. Series Christmas episodes, Lifetime, Hallmark. Silly I know, but they keep me knitting and beat so much of the "real" tv. Give me a little fantasy and a taste of the classics any day. White Christmas all colorized and schmaltzy. Makes me hum and smile while scribbling on Christmas cards and wrapping gifts. Well I did all of those things. Even finished a couple of knitted and beaded gifties.
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve and the end of the escapism. Sigh. Where do we go from here?
Well, it is an election year so the entertainment will be unlimited. We will hear it all, see it all, and shake our heads over just about all of it.
So let's see. What shall we knit to keep ourselves sane?
I have an unfinished sweater, about 2 thirds finished. So perhaps I will begin there. Then there is the summer sleeveless shell being knit in bamboo yarn with a lacy hem. That's two. Also you will find a single sock in need of a mate in my craft room. I started a pair of awesome gloves just this morning. The possibilities are endless. The baby girl gift for a spring baby on the way. And I have some summer tops in kits just itching to be started.
All at the same time my multiple knitting personality will bounce from project to project.
So if I declare here in print, for the world to see that I will not begin a new project until I finish all of the UFO's I have laying around, will you believe me?
Me neither.
Happy New Year
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve and the end of the escapism. Sigh. Where do we go from here?
Well, it is an election year so the entertainment will be unlimited. We will hear it all, see it all, and shake our heads over just about all of it.
So let's see. What shall we knit to keep ourselves sane?
I have an unfinished sweater, about 2 thirds finished. So perhaps I will begin there. Then there is the summer sleeveless shell being knit in bamboo yarn with a lacy hem. That's two. Also you will find a single sock in need of a mate in my craft room. I started a pair of awesome gloves just this morning. The possibilities are endless. The baby girl gift for a spring baby on the way. And I have some summer tops in kits just itching to be started.
All at the same time my multiple knitting personality will bounce from project to project.
So if I declare here in print, for the world to see that I will not begin a new project until I finish all of the UFO's I have laying around, will you believe me?
Me neither.
Happy New Year
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
empty nesting
Without exception every child has moved in the past 2 months. How does that happen? I went from getting up to make breakfast(s) before the bus to a quick walk with the pups. Less than half the laundry. Lots of quiet.
I miss the noise and confusion. I really thought that I would love the new independence that everybody growing up would bring. But, I confess, I miss the noise and the mess.
Still can't get motivated to make our space just for us yet. Still thinking about keeping things the same for "visits".
Cooking for 2 seemed like a wonderful idea except, some days, I don't have any ideas. How silly is that?
It is wonderful to know that the children (now grown ups) have embarked on new adventures; new lives; new jobs; new places. They make us proud to know them. They are all really and truly, Nice People. They are adults I would like to call friends; not just my kids.
At some point in raising children we have to let go (and I confess, that was tough for me; ask any of them), to let them find their ways in the world. Watching them all step up the next rung of the ladder that is life is awesome. They are making decisions and being responsible for their lives.
When the kids come home it is a party. Without exception, the noise and laughter prevails.
We are well and truly blessed to have them. But one little confession; this mom is a tiny bit lonely without them. Sigh....
I miss the noise and confusion. I really thought that I would love the new independence that everybody growing up would bring. But, I confess, I miss the noise and the mess.
Still can't get motivated to make our space just for us yet. Still thinking about keeping things the same for "visits".
Cooking for 2 seemed like a wonderful idea except, some days, I don't have any ideas. How silly is that?
It is wonderful to know that the children (now grown ups) have embarked on new adventures; new lives; new jobs; new places. They make us proud to know them. They are all really and truly, Nice People. They are adults I would like to call friends; not just my kids.
At some point in raising children we have to let go (and I confess, that was tough for me; ask any of them), to let them find their ways in the world. Watching them all step up the next rung of the ladder that is life is awesome. They are making decisions and being responsible for their lives.
When the kids come home it is a party. Without exception, the noise and laughter prevails.
We are well and truly blessed to have them. But one little confession; this mom is a tiny bit lonely without them. Sigh....
Monday, October 31, 2011
Halloween and knitting
I just love Halloween. Not to be scared, not for blood and gore, but for all of the lovely warm colors. Leaves, jack-o-lanterns, children's costumes and of course, candy corn. This year I have been treated or rather tricked by mother nature who decided to costume New England in white. Not a ghost costume mind you, but a blanket of snow two feet deep. Enough to plow! Enough to shovel, and enough to take down trees and power lines for hundreds of thousands. We in the Berkshires were spared much of the damage. Most of our leaves had fallen and so our friends and family less than 20 miles away are in the dark and it's cold. Tried to drive to family today only to be detoured and turned back at every possible access. I finally returned home and will try again tomorrow. In the meantime I knit. My fun project this Halloween season is a little tiny witch's hat. Knitted and felted and then embellished with needle felting, this little hat sits perkily on the top of a wine bottle. I have the pattern here to share. I hope you will enjoy making and gifting them as much as I did.
Witch’s Hat
Wine bottle topper
Materials: Black 100% wool. (not superwash).
Size 10 DPN’s
One stitch marker
Crochet hook or yarn needle for weaving in ends
Needle felting foam and needle,
Scraps of needle felting wool in your choice of colors
This little witch’s hat wine bottle topper is fast and easy to make. Once felted you can add little embellishments with needle felting scraps, beads or embroidery. Wonderful for a hostess gift of wine or for a bazaar craft table to make a couple of $. Please let people know that terryg shared this with you. Thanks. Happy Haunting.
CO 4 stitches.
I-cord one row,
I-cord next row and increase as follows: K1, kfb, across (6 stitches)
I-cord one more row.
Begin to I cord next row and place stitches onto total of 3 dpns. (2 stitches per needle).
Now you will work in rounds.
K two rounds
Next round: K1, kfb around for 9 stitches
K two rounds
K2, kfb around, (12 stitches)
K five rounds
K3 Kfb around (15 sts)
K two rounds
K4, Kfb around ( 18 sts)
K one round
K5, Kfb around (21 sts)
K one round
K3, Kfb around to last stitch, K1, (26 sts)
K one round
K4, Kfb around to last stitch, K1 (30 sts)
K one round, Purl one round, K one round, Bind off in Purl.
Weave in ends, felt and embellish as you wish. I needle felted the band and bow.
Witch’s Hat
Wine bottle topper
Materials: Black 100% wool. (not superwash).
Size 10 DPN’s
One stitch marker
Crochet hook or yarn needle for weaving in ends
Needle felting foam and needle,
Scraps of needle felting wool in your choice of colors
This little witch’s hat wine bottle topper is fast and easy to make. Once felted you can add little embellishments with needle felting scraps, beads or embroidery. Wonderful for a hostess gift of wine or for a bazaar craft table to make a couple of $. Please let people know that terryg shared this with you. Thanks. Happy Haunting.
CO 4 stitches.
I-cord one row,
I-cord next row and increase as follows: K1, kfb, across (6 stitches)
I-cord one more row.
Begin to I cord next row and place stitches onto total of 3 dpns. (2 stitches per needle).
Now you will work in rounds.
K two rounds
Next round: K1, kfb around for 9 stitches
K two rounds
K2, kfb around, (12 stitches)
K five rounds
K3 Kfb around (15 sts)
K two rounds
K4, Kfb around ( 18 sts)
K one round
K5, Kfb around (21 sts)
K one round
K3, Kfb around to last stitch, K1, (26 sts)
K one round
K4, Kfb around to last stitch, K1 (30 sts)
K one round, Purl one round, K one round, Bind off in Purl.
Weave in ends, felt and embellish as you wish. I needle felted the band and bow.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
climate change
Now I truly cannot understand folks declaring that climate change does not exist. Here we are, in the beginning of June and we have seen tornadoes pretty much all over the place. Missouri, Alabama, even Massachusetts. Record heat even here in New England and last night there were thunderstorms most of the night.
Perhaps climate change means more than one thing. The climate, as in our weather, is just one type of change. Climate in the middle east. Demands for change just another climate "of" change. Hm. Politics in the US have become obstructionist in a time when cooperation is vital. We have a president of incredible humanity and intelligence and the "opposition" obstructs even as their own supporters object to their actions.
I feel ashamed of these politicians who waste our time and treasure because they can't get past the "differences". Their veiled racism shame all of us. Get over your idiocy and get back to work.
All people want their social security. All people want medicare. You have pandered to the rich for long enough. Do the right thing for a change. Even many of the "rich" tell you that they would gladly pay their fair share and still you won't listen.
We need to stop wasting our time on the Sarah Palin's, Michelle Bachman's and Mark Sanfords of the world. Ms. Palin shouldn't be president as she actually QUIT her job as governor. She needs to be ignored and not followed. She's only in it for the money, the money, the money. She is making the press her dupes.
Americans of every political party used to take care of one another. Now some would hold hostage the funds for victims of floods and tornadoes to get what they want. What is that about? What has happened to our humanity?
You who would care more for oil company tax breaks than the health and welfare of your constituents are embarrassments. Your mothers would be ashamed of you.
I confess, I escape in my beads and yarns and try to work with good thoughts and prayers that would turn the hearts and minds of these narrow minded people. As I sit here and watch the evidence of climate change of all kinds I look for hope.
Perhaps climate change means more than one thing. The climate, as in our weather, is just one type of change. Climate in the middle east. Demands for change just another climate "of" change. Hm. Politics in the US have become obstructionist in a time when cooperation is vital. We have a president of incredible humanity and intelligence and the "opposition" obstructs even as their own supporters object to their actions.
I feel ashamed of these politicians who waste our time and treasure because they can't get past the "differences". Their veiled racism shame all of us. Get over your idiocy and get back to work.
All people want their social security. All people want medicare. You have pandered to the rich for long enough. Do the right thing for a change. Even many of the "rich" tell you that they would gladly pay their fair share and still you won't listen.
We need to stop wasting our time on the Sarah Palin's, Michelle Bachman's and Mark Sanfords of the world. Ms. Palin shouldn't be president as she actually QUIT her job as governor. She needs to be ignored and not followed. She's only in it for the money, the money, the money. She is making the press her dupes.
Americans of every political party used to take care of one another. Now some would hold hostage the funds for victims of floods and tornadoes to get what they want. What is that about? What has happened to our humanity?
You who would care more for oil company tax breaks than the health and welfare of your constituents are embarrassments. Your mothers would be ashamed of you.
I confess, I escape in my beads and yarns and try to work with good thoughts and prayers that would turn the hearts and minds of these narrow minded people. As I sit here and watch the evidence of climate change of all kinds I look for hope.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
I must say
It is difficult to decide just what to do next in the spring. I want to sit in the natural light and bead my fingers off. But then a little spring cleaning is most likely in order. Winter was a very long season here in the Berkshire Hills. I am grateful for the lovely day we have had even though the little black flies have emerged and are seeking our skin, so tender from being covered safely all winter.
I have discovered that I am quite addicted to French/Victorian Beaded Flowers. After making the bouquets for my daughter's wedding I have continued the craft and feel that I am improving the skill. My flowers are becoming more professional looking. Less loose spots. Using the correct wire and good quality beads seems to be a key to this little seen art form.
A niece-in-law is looking for some stems to add to her "real" flower bouquet for an August wedding. Tea roses and stephanotis were the order. I researched and even purchased a pattern or two for the stephanotis and then ended up working it out myself in a more palatable way for myself.
Beaded flowers are definitely a "practice makes perfect" thing. I use some patterns but then have found ways to work more comfortably as I go along. This is not a craft for someone who keeps a perfect manicure. Your hands take quite a beating sometimes. The process as well as the finished product is wonderfully satisfying. I will add photos here for people to see. Until then you will just have to take my word for it.
I have discovered that I am quite addicted to French/Victorian Beaded Flowers. After making the bouquets for my daughter's wedding I have continued the craft and feel that I am improving the skill. My flowers are becoming more professional looking. Less loose spots. Using the correct wire and good quality beads seems to be a key to this little seen art form.
A niece-in-law is looking for some stems to add to her "real" flower bouquet for an August wedding. Tea roses and stephanotis were the order. I researched and even purchased a pattern or two for the stephanotis and then ended up working it out myself in a more palatable way for myself.
Beaded flowers are definitely a "practice makes perfect" thing. I use some patterns but then have found ways to work more comfortably as I go along. This is not a craft for someone who keeps a perfect manicure. Your hands take quite a beating sometimes. The process as well as the finished product is wonderfully satisfying. I will add photos here for people to see. Until then you will just have to take my word for it.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Post Wedding Sunshine and Raindrops
Polaroid CZA-10011B PoGo Instant Mobile Printer (Black)
Polaroid Zink media 80 Pack Photo Paper for Polaroid Pogo Cameras and Printers
It was all over in a flash, just as I suspected. The wedding day dawned with a lovely sunrise which I viewed on my way to my daughter's apartment for pre-wedding primping. Hair and make-up and maybe a taste of champagne. After rain early in the week, our weather improved every day until our New England first Saturday of Spring brought 70 degrees and sunshine. Someone was smiling down on this little wedding. (thank you Dad). Everything went without a hitch or with a hitch, so to speak. The bride was radiant, (of course) and kept grounded by her maid of honor sister who was the rock for all of us.
Much of this wedding was hand-made, from the dress to the bouquets, to the invitations, place mats/name tags, favors and on and on and on.
As guests arrived at the reception location they found a table spread with Scrapbooking supplies and photos. All sorts of doo-da's for the guest to share thoughts of the bride and groom. I wondered about this; if people would take part in the exercise and was wonderfully surprised. Everyone seemed to get into the act. What an incredible scrap book they contributed to with thoughts and designs, artwork and photo's.
We had picked up this wonderful little Poloraid Camera on Amazon for a Christmas gift. This little gem takes digital photos that can be stored on an SD card in the camera. And, that was not all. There is this wonderful magic paper cartridge that prints 2" x 3" photos with a sticker backing! The bride had printed out the simple directions and left everything on the table and it was amazing. Everyone had a wonderful time with this little camera. The bride's aunt was so taken with it, we were afraid she would take it home with her. The little photo stickers are all over the scrapbook pages and the memory card saved every photo that had been taken. Instead of signing a guest book, the guests left behind a wonderful journal of the very perfect wedding day.
Polaroid Zink media 80 Pack Photo Paper for Polaroid Pogo Cameras and Printers It was all over in a flash, just as I suspected. The wedding day dawned with a lovely sunrise which I viewed on my way to my daughter's apartment for pre-wedding primping. Hair and make-up and maybe a taste of champagne. After rain early in the week, our weather improved every day until our New England first Saturday of Spring brought 70 degrees and sunshine. Someone was smiling down on this little wedding. (thank you Dad). Everything went without a hitch or with a hitch, so to speak. The bride was radiant, (of course) and kept grounded by her maid of honor sister who was the rock for all of us.Much of this wedding was hand-made, from the dress to the bouquets, to the invitations, place mats/name tags, favors and on and on and on.
As guests arrived at the reception location they found a table spread with Scrapbooking supplies and photos. All sorts of doo-da's for the guest to share thoughts of the bride and groom. I wondered about this; if people would take part in the exercise and was wonderfully surprised. Everyone seemed to get into the act. What an incredible scrap book they contributed to with thoughts and designs, artwork and photo's.
We had picked up this wonderful little Poloraid Camera on Amazon for a Christmas gift. This little gem takes digital photos that can be stored on an SD card in the camera. And, that was not all. There is this wonderful magic paper cartridge that prints 2" x 3" photos with a sticker backing! The bride had printed out the simple directions and left everything on the table and it was amazing. Everyone had a wonderful time with this little camera. The bride's aunt was so taken with it, we were afraid she would take it home with her. The little photo stickers are all over the scrapbook pages and the memory card saved every photo that had been taken. Instead of signing a guest book, the guests left behind a wonderful journal of the very perfect wedding day.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
weddings and beads
Here we are about 10 days to wedding! My daughter will be married on the 20th and it has been a wild ride for one and all. A roller coaster of emotions and details. Showers! Hair "do's". Dresses, shoes, music, flowers and on and on and on. But overall a lot of fun. I really enjoyed making bouquets for my daughters to carry. One for the bride and one for the maid. Bead knitted purses were started just after Christmas and one is here for you all to see. I am grateful everyday for the bead crafts I have been able to enjoy and I am so happy that these keepsakes will be part of memories to be made for a long time to come.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
lose ends
The loss of a parent is a deeply personal, yet strangely communal event. Dad passed on August 2nd early in the morning, before the sun rose. My sister, husband and I had the honor of witnessing his journey and I will never forget this unique and graceful experience. Many of the things our society believes about death have finally been put to rest. I will look at the end of life very differently from now on. Less fear and more peace.
Indulge me for a moment if you will. My father was a wonderful, kind man. He had a ready smile and loved his family without reservation. Dad worked hard all his life; played hard and loved greatly. My mother was the great love of his life and he cared for her and cherished her in a gentle and warm way. His only regret was having to leave her behind. I know that he will watch over all of us and especially Mom.
Grief is a selfish thing for all of us. We will miss Dad every day and struggle to hold on to the knowledge that he has no more pain. A better place they call it. I hope this is so for he deserved it more than many people I know. I am missing him all the time and have not quite gotten over the fact that I can't pick up the phone and call him or take the dog for a visit. I get weepy more times than I would care to admit and find that my mind wanders often.
I have spent a lot of time with my knitting and stick to simple projects as I find that I have been more easily frustrated.
Dad got in the right line up there as the afternoon of the day he left us, the sun came out and after many days of rain, we were graced with more than a week of lovely summer weather. Thanks Dad....now about those lottery numbers....
I miss you Dad. Love Missy
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