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This is a roving I bought a little while ago at my favorite lys, Woolbearers. It has no name on it, just a label that says Merino, 4 ozs. So, I decided to name it Bruise. It looks like a bruise to me. See, the purple, blue and then the yellow/green bits? Just like a bruise that's starting to heal. I like it a lot and it's spinning up very fine and even. It will make lovely socks. This is the first time I've spun something specific for myself. I'm going to make the Blackrose socks that Bells is making. I love the pattern and since it was originally written for handspun, I figured it was a challenge. I need a challenge that I can concentrate on and this will be a pleasant one.

Why would I need something to concentrate on? Well, Em had the biopsy yesterday. It took a few hours and then it took a long time for them to let Jim know she was ok and in recovery. I'm not sure if it just didn't occur to them to come out and say, "Hey, she's ok and now she's i…
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We had such a good day yesterday. We had babka for breakfast and went to the division of motor vehicles and renewed Pk's driver's license and then ran some errands. We put up the traditional balloons and crepe paper and waited for Em and Jim to arrive so we could go driving through the woods.


I spun some of the softest merino ever while we were waiting for them and started some yarn for a pair of socks for my cousin. Although, they may wait as I lust after a pair that Bells has just started that is made for handspun. I have to spin some yarn just for me which I haven't done yet. I have made handspun things for other people but not for me. I wonder why that is? I do that with the knitting, too. Except for the socks. I make sure every other pair is for me. I like them way too much to give them all away!

I caught my kids fooling around and ended up with one of the best photos of the day. Em does not like her photo taken but I wanted one of the three girls. I like the fact that …
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It's a grey, rainy Sunday. Brunch is over and the dishes are done and I'm thinking Hobbes has the right idea. He's stretched out here on the bed sleeping. I have been feeling really tired and yesterday was downright out of it all day. I did manage to do some cleaning and the laundry but othet than that, I sat in the chair and knitted and slept (with the needles in my hands).

I'm just tired. I think it's worry and mental tiredness but I don't feel like being sociable or anything. It's not like me but I feel like I need to hunker down and stay in the bunker. It'll pass and I am looking forward to a day outdoors tomorrow and having everyone home for dinner for PK's birthday.

I finished the socks in time for his birthday. They look great and he likes them. I also finished my Sock Roulette sock and I'm working on the baby sweater and my Feb socks. I also finished this. Isn't she cute? She made a trip halfway around the world and is in the hands…
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Well, it's been roller coaster this week. Em saw a pulmonologist who was amazed she was not having trouble breathing. Apparently, the alien baby is inside her rib cage pressing against her lung and is half the size of the lung. She credits this to years of woodwind playing.....






To make things scary again, the doctor said without biopsy results, he couldn't (or wouldn't) say it was benign. He was surprised the other doctor would make a pronouncement to that effect without anything to back it up. So, Em is scheduled for tests on Tuesday that will confirm the benign-ness of the growth and an mri to confirm location and size. Then we wait for the results. Whatever it is, it has to come out. But it's too soon to think about that. In the meantime, we are optimistic and holding onto hope with both hands.




Monday is Pk's birthday. He got his present (an iphone that he is thrilled with because it makes light sabre noises) and we will celebrate with one of his favorite meals an…
Breaking health news.

Em's doctor said the growth in her chest is 'probably not cancer' but they'll biopsy it and do a heart/lung functionality test. If she passes, they'll do surgery and cut it out.

Whew. It's not great to face surgery but it's better than the alternative.

And thanks for the kind words. As I wrote this morning at my desk, it was all I could do not to sob. And the words of support made a difference during the day.

Thank you.
Good Wednesday morning. I know I've told you all that I do social work (although in PA I cannot say I'm a social worker because my degree is not in social work) but I don't know if I've ever told you exactly what I do. So here goes.

I work in a Community Mental Health Center (cmhc). This is a place for people who cannot afford private psychiatrists, are homeless, are chronically, severely mentally ill or who have no other place to go. It's in Philadelphia, right in the heart of the city. The immediate neighborhood is historic (birthplace of our nation and all that), Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell are our neighbors. If you wander more than a few blocks in some directions, that changes fast. Like any large city, there are less-than-nice spots almost next door to high rent areas.

My job is two fold (which is why I have two supervisors). I am a Case Manager by title and I work with two different psychiatrists. I am the bridge between the client and the …
I have some photos of the socks I'm trying to finish for PK's birthday next week. I 'm using the Inna GaDa vida yarn that I spun. I'm really pleased with them so far. I'm doing them toe up because he likes them better and I'm just working on the first heel. This is a totally doable goal (I just keep telling myself this). I have some photos and I'll share them because the yarn is beautiful. But they're at home and those photos are for another day.

Today is a federal holiday here in the US. It's Presidents' Day. We used to celebrate both Washington and Lincon's birthdays which were both in Feb but someone several years ago decided to lump all the presidents together and thus Presidents' Day. There are usually sales and schools, post offices, and most businesses are closed. I'm working which is why the photos of the sock are at home.....

These words were the Inspiration of the Day and in light of the difficulties I have been hav…
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Sock Roulette! It's new, it's here. Check it out. There's still time......
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I made it through the day and 1-did not volunteer for anything, 2- did not have to have a supervisory event of any kind. Three of those in one week is a bit much for the stress levels. I feel a little battered and bloody, but as my daughter says "not broken".







This is my Feb brown bag sock yarn becoming a Waving Laces sock. I love this pattern. It's easy enough to memorize but not boring. I didn't realize the yarn was going to stripe and I'm not sure I would have chosen this pattern for a striped yarn. I don't think it looks too bad though. I love the color and the absolute softness of the yarn.



I had to rip most of the almost finished sock for my Sock Roulette. I looked at it carefully and found flaws that I would probably have left alone if it were for me but since I'm sending it off, it had to be ripped. There are large patches of stockinette stitch and it is easy to make that look less than neat. For me, that's the real test of someone's skill. N…
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I did it. I did a bad thing. Even though Pk reminds me almost every day not to volunteer at work, I did it. In my defense, the work group I volunteered for is one that I am actually well qualified for. It's to investigate ways to make our agency more 'recovery' oriented. I have taken many trainings in recovery and recovery oriented treatment. I know this subject.
They don't want me.


Yep, they don't want me. It seems I was the only one to volunteer. In the whole building! I don't think it's that they don't want me but they want other people to volunteer for things. I always do it. I can't seem to help it. If I see a need, I have to try to meet it. It's what helps make me good at my job. But the admin wants other people to volunteer to be part of committees and things. So, my supervisors (in another double-team session), told me I would not be part of this work group. This is really getting hard. I can however, be taught. Even a thick headed, stubbo…
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The muscles in my back cooperated and I made it through Handle With Care. I put some cream on and took some advil and let my partner know he had to be gentle and all was good. It was even enjoyable. The funny thing is I always dread going but it's never as bad as I think it will be. There are 5 of us in my building who are designated trainers. Three are new this year and will hopefully carry this on as I slowly pull back.

Now we have to meet as a team and design a new training that incorporates verbal de-escalation techniques and physical restraints and our new mechanical restraints. I try to make sure there is some new stuff so people pay attention. If we do the same things over and over, people stop listening so we have to mix it up and add some new stuff. Thankfully, my children showed me how to use Powerpoint so I'm ready.


On the knitting front, after I had to rip out half of the second whimsy sock because I dropped a stitch so far back it was too hard to pick up (I knit ti…
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Amy tagged me for the 6th photo/6th folder meme. I wish this had happened just a few weeks ago. You may remember that my computer picked up a nasty virus and I asked Pk to rebuild the OS for me. When he did this, he forgot to save the photos that only existed on the computer. I NEVER let him rebuild the machine because I hate having to get used to different programs and newer versions of things. I am a creature of habit! I've had this laptop for over 3 years and it never needed a 'rebuild' until this virus came along. Pk apologized and I know it was not purposeful but still dismaying.

So, I have no, and I mean NO photos of my family on the computer. I realize every so often how great the loss actually is. I have no photos of Pk's ride in the airplane when he flew upside down (fortunately, my favorite one of those is the wallpaper on my work computer so I have that) and no photos of the woods and no photos of the holidays. It's not the end of the world and I have o…
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We finally got some snow. It wasn't much- about 2 or 3 inches but it sure looked pretty. I tried to take some photos while it was snowing last night but I'm not a good enough photographer. I did get this one of my street with the tree that I always photograph in the fall. I took it without a flash at 10:00 at night. It was so silent and beautiful but I had on pj's and socks and wasn't going outside. This was my walk from the train to work. The trees were coated and it was so beautiful. The trouble with snow in the city is that it doesn't stay white for long. This final one is the trees outside our building. We have a nice courtyard in the back that is not supposed to be a haven for smokers but often is. In the warm months, there are always folks sitting there. The schools closed because the city can't afford to plow the secondary streets (if we get a big snowstorm, folks are on their own. In the past, neighbors have banded together to shovel out their…
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Brigid in Cyberspace. This is year number four, although only number two for me. I thought about it yesterday and decided to share another ee cummings poem:
i am a little church(no great cathedral)far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,i am not sorry when the sun and rain make aprilmy life is the life of the reaper and the sower;my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving(finding and losing and laughing and crying)childrenwhose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladnessaround me surges a miracle of unceasingbirth and glory and death and resurrection:over my sleeping self float flaming symbolsof hope, and i wake to a perfect patience of mountainsi am a little church(far from the frantic world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest:i am not sorry when silence becomes singingwinter by spring, i lift my diminutive spire to merciful Him Whose only now is for…
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Ah, the estate sale. What an interesting concept. A person dies and his relatives go through his things and take what they want and then sell off the rest. It's an odd phenomenon. I don't think the guy whose estate was for sale this Saturday was married. I didn't see anything even remotely feminine in the house. Pk found some bits of rusty tools that appealed to him and an older model GPS which he has had fun playing with. The really interesting part was the property which was selling for over 300,000 dollars because it had a dock and sat on a branch of the Mullica River. Tiny property and small house but, it had a dock!


We got to the sale at about 8:15. It was already crowded. And the crowds were not nice. There were some women shouting "that's mine, that's spoken for, don't touch that!" It was really weird and not at all comfortable. We were probably there for less than half an hour. I could hear some men talking amusedly about how they saw people j…