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Monday, March 02, 2015

Ice, Ice...

This weather is getting really old really fast.
I'm tired of worrying about getting from point a to point b before everything turns into a skating rink. I'm tired of feeding the wood stove and I'm tired of listening to it, too.

The back deck is a mess... that's not water, my friends. That is serious ice.



The daffodils and the front porch are encased in ice.


I am ready for some 75 and sunny... Heck, I'll take 50 and rainy.

Sunday, March 01, 2015

Calm Down!

Oh please... if I get that by voice or in print from either one of my offspring ever again, I'm going to reach through the electronic device and throttle them.



When our children are on the road - whether driving themselves or being driven by someone else -- by either an "old" person or a contemporary - we worry. We don't fret, but we are concerned. We are worried about the other crazies who are going too fast for the conditions, we are worried that the driver may be getting tired, we are worried that it's dark and hard to see -- and the list goes on. We don't fret, but we do watch the clock and wait for the text that says they are where they are going.

Unfortunately, sometimes our offspring don't realize that we aren't fretting. We are just wondering how things are going. They find it irritating and tell me to "Calm Down". And this is when I wish a child just like them on them. (My sincere apologies to their future spouses.)  And I secretly hope that someday - maybe, just maybe - they'll call me and tell me they get it.

Until then, I'll work on finding a way to reach through those electronic devices and throttle them.


FYI: I was always calling my parents and telling them I got where I was going - on someone's house phone because that's all we had. To this day, I make sure my parents know where I am -- because I know they don't fret, but they do worry. (I can honestly say that FB has been a godsend. I post my location and road conditions if they are bad, and they know where we are and when we should walk in the door.)  



Saturday, February 28, 2015

Mittens and Stuff

I love to crochet.  These are a few of blankets I've made for some special recipients.  The top is a very special brown blanket that took forever. I made it out of Simply Soft by Caron. The yarn is lovely, but it was a pain to work with. This was a gift for a special couple to celebrate their wedding.


The middle is actually a denim blue color - I made it for my #1. He requested a blue blanket for Christmas. It did not photograph well at midnight when I took the picture. I was so excited that I'd finished it, that I just snapped the picture and posted it to FB. :)


This blanket was made for my husband's nephew's baby in Canada. It is soft and snuggly and the recipient and her family love it. 



Mittens are my favorite thing to make. They are useful, warm, they work up rather quickly, and are really nice looking - if I do say so myself.

The chunky yarn works up great. The recipients always seem happy with these.
  

I love the mohair. They are so soft and warm. I kept this pair for myself. I usually end up giving all my mittens away as gifts. I'd love to sell my mittens, but I am sure no one would want to pay for the time it takes to make these.

I also enjoy crocheting for the younger set. These sweaters are simply adorable! I really enjoy the challenge of making them and watching them turn out. :)

The red, yellow, and white sweater was made for a VMI Alumni baby. It works for boys or girls.

This was for a Citadel Alumni baby.  It is just as cute, but since it is Citadel...

I like to make scarves that are delicate but warm. These are both mohair. The recipients were most pleased. :)


I'm currently working on a taupey/beigey/mushroomy colored shawl for the Prayer Shawl Group at the church.  I like to watch the project grow.  I just have to remember to take a picture when I finish it...

Friday, February 27, 2015

Sock Singing

Mini is a great cat, but she has some quirks. She sock sings. She sings the songs of her people after retrieving socks from the sock drawers or the laundry. It depends on the day what sock she chooses. Her favorite person on the planet is Mr. He is her food source. He spoils her rotten. He lets her do things that I will not.


This morning - at 5:15am - you know, when it's still dark out and I am still asleep... Mini decided that Mr's departure was simply more than she could bear. She went and found a sock in the laundry basket. She dragged said sock into the kitchen, deposited it on the rug and began her song of woe. It was long and loud and oh so woeful... I had no idea she had such a set of lungs. (Maybe I should sign her up for American Idol or The Voice.)
Normally, her singing happens right after one of us goes to bed and lasts about 10 or 15 seconds.  And it's cute.
Well, this morning her sock singing lasted a good 10 minutes. It was not cute.
She is currently wandering around getting into things - which is very unlike her. Normally, at this time of day, she is toes up on our bed - resting in preparation of Mr's return from work when getting into things time normally starts. I hope she settles down soon, or I'm going to have to send her outside to play in the snow.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

So much fun!

Yesterday I took on a chime choir that had been dormant for a few years. I can honestly say that it was probably one of the best first rehearsals I have ever had. They can all read music, they play well, they smile when they ring (yes, the music was really easy and I know that will change), and they laugh a lot.
We read and rang through 3 pieces. They did great! We worked on dynamics and notes and making music. It was simply awesome!
I think I'll have to find some more challenging music for them.
I can't wait until next week.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Bumps and bruises

I have a tendency to walk into corners -- the corner of the hope chest, the arm of a pew, the corner of the coffee table, etc. these transgressions usually result in small circular or oval bruises on my thighs, hips, and shins. Unfortunately, when I do this, I do it more than once and my legs look like I've been in a fight.

Over the weekend, I walked into the arm of a chair. The chair did not move, as it was bolted into the floor. My thigh has a giant bruise on it -- with a lovely blank spot right in the middle that looks exactly like the edge of the arm of that chair. It is most unattractive. And every time I bump that spot, I know I have a giant bruise there. Do you have any idea how often you bump your thigh with your hand, your purse, your laundry basket, or how often you bump into things as you walk? I do. It's a lot.

I keep thinking I will grow out of this bumping into things. Alas, it isn't happening. I used to think it only happened when I was headed to the bathroom in the middle of the night without my glasses. I was lying to myself. It happens all times of the day - with and without glasses and it happens in spurts. I can go weeks without an issue and then, boom... I bump into things 3 times a week for months. What can I say? I'm klutzy.

Oh, and I don't wonder where my kids get it from... I know. They get it from their dad. ;)

Edited to add:
It seems that my arms and hands are not immune to being whacked and bumped. While I was cleaning and washing floors yesterday, I must have whacked my watch and arm at least 50 times on stuff as I whizzed by. I'm amazed my watch is still ticking and that my arm is still attached to my body...

Maybe I need to slow down a little and pay more attention to where my limbs are in relation to furniture and walls... Nah! We all know that's not going to happen!

Monday, February 23, 2015

Another Monday

Yup. It's Monday.
I'm in a bit of a mood. I discovered that FaceBook - yet again - isn't showing me my whole feed. Why not? Do they think that I don't want to see my sister's successful skyscraper climb? Or my friend's post about his new home complete with pictures? I'd much rather see that than some crap they want me to see about the Oscars!
I'm not sure I can fix the issue. I'm not sure I can do anything about it but whine to all of you.
Sorry about the whining.
A lovely cup of chai might adjust my attitude. I think I'll make one.
Have a happy Monday.