Showing posts from January, 2009
This is what it looked like Wednesday when we got home. That is not snow but fog. It was a really strange storm. It started out as snow on Tuesday night and then changed to freezing rain. By the time we went to work in the morning, the rain had frozen on the snow and it was slick. I started the car early so it would help the ice melt somewhat. I hesitate to do that because of the waste but it was necessary. That slush there at the bottom of the driveway is frozen hard at this point and it crunches in a satisfying way when you drive over it. By the time we came home, there was a strange fog and you couldn't see anything as we rode over the bridge. Very unsettling.
I''ve spent a lot of time sitting at the wheel in the last few days. I've spun this lovely stuff. This is the Ina Gadda Da Vida roving I got for PK. You know the story of the title of the song? Iron Butterfly, a one hit wonder of a band, got really drunk one night and decided to write a song called In t…
It snowed last night. Everything has a light dusting of the white stuff and it's snowing lightly now. It won't last. Today we're supposed to get flurries and then snow/sleet/freezing rain tonight with plain rain tomorrow. I hate these kind of storms. They start out all pretty and soft and before you know it, it's icy and slippery. And people drive like maniacs. ******************************************************************************

I'm sitting at my desk. It's shortly before 8 am and I know that as soon as it gets closer to 9, the phone will start ringing and people will cancel their appointments this afternoon and I'll be scrambling to find them new ones and make sure they have enough medication. A little snow makes people nervous and I guess I can't blame them. If you're dependent on public transportation inside the city, it's a mess when even a little bit of snow falls.
Today was a great day. I did the laundry and straightened up the house but I spent most of the day in fibery pursuits. I spun some roving I bought for Pk because it's called In A Gadda Da Vida (remember the song by Iron Butterfly?). He loves that song. It looks like this. It's lovely greens/browns/oranges. It spins up like this. I spun a bobbin full of it today. I'm planning to spin some more of it tomorrow and then ply it together. I have 8 ounces so if I spin it thin enough, he can have a pair of socks. Emily is coming for dinner and wants to bring her wheel so we could spin together. That's a new experience.

I also gave some quality time to the morning surf scarf. It's about twice that size now but I had to take advantage of the morning light because it was cloudy for most of the day and the light comes in through the window for only a short time each day. These colors are pretty close. I like the way the color changes occur. The purple doesn't clash wi…
Your Word is "Love"You see life as possibility to form deep connections with a few people.
Relationships are the center of your world, and you always take time to bond with those you love.

You are caring and giving. You enjoy helping those you love.
And when it comes to romantic love, you feel passionately ... even in a very long term relationship.What's" Your Word?

I've been busy working on the morning surf scarf. Surprisingly I like the colors but I still don't like the pattern. It's taken me several starts to find the size needles I like and to decide on a width I like. I finally cast on 36 stitches on size 3 needles. I don't like dropped stitches. I'll take some photos tomorrow when we are supposed to have sun and I can catch the colors. They go together much better than I thought they would.

In the mean time, I hope you are all having a good weekend. Our temps are more moderate and it's nice not to be freezing. At this moment, I have …
I thought I'd share some of the 'sunshine' I have been spinning. This is the rovin unravelled. It's every bit as soft as it looks. As you can see, there is some very deep purple, some yellows and oranges and even some pink and white. An odd combination of colors. Spun up randomly, is looks like this. The colors blend in an interesting way. I am not sure how I feel about it but since it's a group project, I'll finish. The first batch I spun up is a little thicker. I got thinner as I went. I want to use the thinner stuff for the scarf. It's very slippery to spin and I love touching it. The group decided on the morning surf scarf pattern so that's what it will be. If you go to the ravelry group Ply by Night, you can see how everyone else's roving spun up and see it knitted into scarves. I am slow and am bringing up the rear of the group. Today, we are proud to be American again. There is a feeling of hopefulness in the air that we haven't …
It's Monday morning and I'm sitting at my desk. No, scratch that. It's a Monday Holiday Morning and I'm sitting at my desk. For those of you who are not here in the US, it's the day we celebrate the life of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. It's a federal holiday. That means the post office is closed, banks are closed and schools are closed. Community Mental Health centers are open. It's normally quiet here on the second floor at 8 o'clock. Things don't really get hopping until 9. I enjoy this quiet time. I catch up on blogs and listen to phone messages and put myself into work mode. Today, it's more than quiet. I think I'm the only one up here. A lot of people take federal holidays off. Pk is off and was sleeping soundly when I left. As I leaned over to kiss him goodbye, he smiled but didn't wake up. The train was running on a holiday schedule and was not crowded. One could even say it was empty. Weird. Tomorrow is election day. There's a …
A Day In My Life- January 14 (written on Jan 15th!)

It started out like all other winter days, dark. It was dark when we left the house after eating a breakfast of Cheerios and milk and putting a yogurt in my bag for lunch. I had time to make a pot of coffee so that went into the travel mug and into the bag along with the sock in progress and mp3 player. It's dark when I come home most evenings, too. This is when I really miss the light. I feel like a mushroom.

Pk and I ride the train together in the morning. We started this when gas got to be over 4 dollars a gallon and have continued just because we like it. It means no music or knitting on the train in the morning but hand holding and kisses goodbye. A good trade off!

I got into work and proceeded to do the progress notes from the Tuesday clinic and have supervision with my boss. She's really great and is supportive and understanding. We tried to figure out a way to use less paper with our new system but I think we'll have…
I found this image in an online search for 'sock images' (I also found a link for emo sock images but you had to sign up so I have only my imagination as to what they would be!).

Actually, I am wearing my Go with the Flow socks today. Yay! Pair number 5 and they are on MY feet. They are a perfect match to the sweater I am wearing. I so enjoyed the pattern that I will probably make another pair.

I had a thought (yes, in the middle of the week) about the Brown Bag Sock Club (that's how I think of it). Suppose once or twice during the year, we exchange sock yarn. Anyone who wants can put their name in and we'll send each other small packages with sock yarn, patterns and possibly some goodies. It would not cost anything other than postage and would give everyone a surprise which is (to me) the best part of a club. You would send one of your brown bags to someone else and get a brown bag in the mail. Anyone interested? I'll organize it. The first exchange could be March/…
Exhausted. That's the word for today boys and girls. We started using a new program at work today and because we are not computer weenies but mental health professionals, it was not an unqualified success. It was probably not a success by anyone's definition.

I could go on and on about this but it's a tiring subject and I have a headache from all of the hullaballoo. Instead, I'll show you this. Why, yes it is exactly what it looks like: a brown paper bag sitting on my laptop. (and blurry at that). Why am I showing you a brown paper bag? Because it is the first installment of the "do it yourself sock yarn club". I have been inspired by Jeanne. The whole idea is to use up the sock yarn that just sits in the stash because something else catches your eye. So, you take 12 different skeins of sock yarn (c'mon, you know you have at least 12 in there!) and put them into separate brown bags. You can put a pattern in there, too, if you are so inclined. Each…
Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful.

With all the talk of new year's resolutions, I've been thinking. I'm not much of a resolution maker. I've learned that I am not a goal oriented person. I like to have vague ideas of where I am going and aim in their general direction and then see where life takes me in the process of getting there. Sometimes, this is good. Like when I decided a few years ago that I wanted to make a gift for a baby and I wanted to knit a blanket. I didn't know how to knit but figured, "how hard can it be?" and taught myself and opened doors that have brought joy into my life. And when I bought spindles and wool for my girls for Christmas and got intrigued by this whole yarn making thing. Good things.

Sometimes, this is not …
I went to a funeral today. When I went into the funeral home, I did not know the woman who had died. When I left, I knew her a little better.

I went because I have known the woman's granddaughter since she was a very young girl. She is a friend of my daughter and for a while we worked together at CVS. She is one of the nicest young women I know and she had a hard time growing up. Her mother has an addiction problem and to say she was erratic would be an understatement. Her grandmother was the stabilizing force in her life and her inspiration.

Today I learned that her grandmother, Norma, had been a librarian, a gardner, a woman who was meticulous in her dress and manner, a bible reader, a good cook, loving, kind and sweet. I learned all of this from a young woman who found it within herself to get up in front of a room full of people and talk about the woman she loved and would miss so much. She did it with grace and love. I was so proud of her today. I'm sure Norma was enormousl…
This is what my Christmas tree looks like if you sit on the couch and take a photo without going through the trouble to get up and make sure you've gotten the whole thing. And if you try to find a setting to take a photo without a flash that doesn't come out all blurry. I always love the Christmas tree. It's my favorite decoration and has sometimes stayed up well into January. I have been sitting downstairs and spinning by the tree or knitting in the recliner so I can spend time with the tree before I take it down. Probably that will happen this upcoming weekend. It's a process and takes some doing to put all of this stuff away. I was wondering why we go through all of this every year. Why bring out 9 big totes of decorations and then a huge tree that blocks the light (at the time of year when light is scarce) and fills the living room? It takes forever to clean up the needles and pick them out of the rug and it sure isn't "green" to have a real …
Happy New Year! We survived another New Year's Eve and it is a beautiful, clear, sunny day. It was so windy last night that it felt like invisible monster was hitting the house with great big invisible pillows. I thought we'd wake up and find trees down but found only run away trash cans. I think it might be a problem for the Mummers today. Some of their costumes have large, feathered backpieces that catch the wind and would make it really hard to march.

You know, I've always said I was married to a good man. Well, I want to show you how good. 30 years ago (or thereabouts), he was in the Navy. Being the good girlfriend I was, I made him cookies and crocheted him a scarf. Now, we were young and he had given me a poem that said, "You are yellow, I am blue. Together we make green. Green is my favorite color" (Sappy, I know but we were teen agers). So, I made him a yellow, blue and green scarf. Bright, primary colors with fringe. Made of indestructible acrylic yarn. H…