Sunday, December 11, 2011
It's taken longer than I thought I would. It always does.
And I need to start on Madie's doll.
Still, I'm happy with how the ball is turning out... This one I did in Old fashioned, muted colors, left overs from my wash cloth cotton yarn, and I like how it looks so vintage. Let me know what you think. I love that this pattern comes from Knitty. (the online knitting magazine) and that the woman who came up with it is a mother of four boys who lives in Ireland. Knitting makes the world smaller.. brings us all together right?
Saturday, December 3, 2011
2. When I weigh myself in the morning. I always exhale as much breath as possible before I step on the scale.
3. It never really makes a difference in the weight, I still do it anyway.
4. I love listening to Ben laugh over something on the Internet he's watching, because, like his father, laughter sneaks up on him and is torn out of his body, almost against his will. It sounds wonderful.
5. I always think about the Christmas gifts I'll make for people starting in August, but I never get around to starting them until December. I think it's a knitter thing.. or a crafter thing. I don't want to appear elitist.
6. My spelling has continued to suck throughout my life, regardless of how many books I read, thank God for spell check.
7. I keep thinking, "I could be cutting out Madie's doll right this moment, but I'm typing instead" I know that I will some time today, but I still feel guilty about typing now.
8. I will always have scads of yarn and sheet music strewn about.
9. My house may never, ever be clean.
10. There is no real # 10, it just felt wrong to stop on # 9.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
"I have to go to Joann's and get buttons." Then I thought,
"Crap, I can't really buy buttons right now, John's just been laid off."
Yeah, it's true, actually his last day will be Dec 2nd. He has been working at THE newspaper in Oregon for 28 years now. He is working really hard to figure out how to reinvent himself at 50. This is not really what this post is about.. just background.. bad couple of weeks for sure, anyway.
Then I thought.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Another random thought for you.. I started playing the violin July 2010.. still working on this daily.. loving it, and with the running and the losing weight, my very sweet (and young) neighbor commented the other day that she is sure I'm going through my midlife crisis.
Apparently I'm old enough now that learning new things, and getting in shape is not to be taken at face value.
This must be a milestone in some way... right?
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Here is a sample for Sam’s biome poster in Bio. He can do a powerpoint instead of drawing on the poster he was given. He can just swap out the pics in this one and replace them with others he finds on-line. Would also be helpful to reword things.
You were on the phone at the PERFECT time today! Not only did he not have the algebra assignment when he came down here, but his English teacher reported he was sleeping in class. So he couldn’t take the notes which will be used for a quiz on Friday. I let Sam know about this, and he said he would take the quiz anyway. We also talked about solving the problem by asking for a copy of the notes. But again, the perception of the teacher who doesn’t know Asperger’s could be that he is capable of taking notes and has chosen to sleep without seeing it as being overwhelmed.
Wanted your thoughts on whether or not Sam shuts down by sleeping. Is he overwhelmed when we see this?
Sam would like to discuss options for staying focused during classes that bore him (his words not mine) he did let me know that the lecture today was on plagiarism.. and that he was awake, just had his head down .. take that with a salt lick, but anyway.. I have let him know that I expect him to be putting his very best foot forward to make his high school work a priority... and that I will yank all things computer away if he does not.. also he will not be getting a job when he is old enough if he cannot handle his school. He is just finishing work on problems on math now.. he thinks he remembers them all... and if you could just check that he has them all done 1st period tomorrow, that would great. Also.. I'm not sure I understand the biome poster assignment. He is expected to do a 64 page power point assignment? Is that what you intended to send me? I have nothing on what the biology poster is supposed to be about, and I couldn't find the assignment in any of his folders. I have separated all the folders into subjects.. Sam has them color coded.. Do you think we can encourage Sam to use the damn things (I'm reading out loud to him :) ) and place his assignments in each folder so we can find out what needs to be done, and when... I would love a planner and would pay if needed....
gasp... deep breath..
I swear by all that is right and holy and I intend to have him go forward and do this work that is required, because I know that he is capable...
gasp... another deep breath...
Also, is there a web site where the teachers place the homework on? like a site on the school website where they will list the homework for the night so I can double check it that way? Just a thought.
Thank you for listening to my rambles... by the way.. no, Sam does not deal with being overwhelmed by sleeping.. he just goes off by himself for awhile. (he was just reading over my shoulder and corrected my spelling of "awhile".. and confirmed that I was correct)
He was laying his head down because he was irritated and bored.. not due to being overwhelmed...
Monday, July 25, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
You see, my Amuma had a really rocky path of a life. In a time when mental frailty was just not spoken of, and handled even worse, my Amuma had to deal with everyday life with what would have been called "having had a break down" (my other Grandma Alice always used to say of the subject "What did we know? We knew nothing about mental illness, and we still know very little--Grandma Alice was very wise.)
Don't get me wrong, this did not define my mum (pronounced moom) She was in so many ways the most generous of women. She loved fiercely, but often did not show it as easily, mum's way was to make sure that you had peaches when they were in season, or some money to take to the store to buy candy. This, of course, was my perception as a child. When I was a young woman, Mum and I went to the movies together, and my perception changed. This is the story I told at her funeral.
After my Ichica (I-long sound cheecha) (grandfather) died my mum and I went to see the movie Ghost
and when the scene with Patrick Swazyee and Demi Moore came on with them working with the pottery wheel.. you know the one right? I was getting worried. I thought to myself. "Geesh, this is a little hot and heavy for my mum." and I looked over at her to see how she was taking the scene. She had tears running down her face. I was really worried, I said
"Mum, are you okay?" she answered me without taking her eyes from the screen.
"I had the world's best lover."
This was spoken so softly, with such passion. I was completely floored. My perception of humanity changed at that very moment. Grandparents had lovers. Mothers and Fathers had lovers. Not just the knowledge of this that our heads have.. that in our minds we know this must be so because we ourselves are here.. but the heart felt, soul touched surety. That before I felt the pull of passion, before I cried tears of joy from the beauty of my lover's embrace, my grandparents felt this same desire, the same pull toward each other. I have never looked at any one person in the same way. That moment with my Amuma changed my entire world view. Every one of us, Grandparents, Parents, everyone you meet has had hopes, dreams, aspirations, despairs, and lovers.
My Grandmother lived 23 years after the death of her lover.
I had said to one of my cousins the day before the funeral that I was feeling guilty that I wasn't more upset (of course I started crying then when I said that at the funeral) but what came to me the next morning, and what I said at the end was that I knew that at the minute of my mum's death, my mum and cheech shared a kiss that shook the universe. How could I be sad for that?
This isn't exactly how I said it of course.. I didn't write it down, and I was speaking to family, they all knew the love that my grandparents shared. At that country funeral, with their best wrangler jeans on, and their Stetsons covering their hearts, many of those still there witnessed that love from beginning to end. What did I know? I came in kind of late in the game after all. But on that very windy hill, with the sun just peeking through some fluffy white clouds in a little town called Jordan Valley, Oregon it seemed the right time to point it out again.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP!
I have been knitting for over a week to try to work on a little lacy cowl for a friend of mine. She has a Bar Mitzvah to photograph at the last part of May.. the 20th to be exact. The family is Orthodox, so she will need to have her head covered in Temple. This will be perfect for her. A cowl will lay around her neck outside, be lovely over her head inside, and is so, so light that she can wear it, even on the hottest days of the summer.
I hate this thing. It is a very easy little lace pattern. Really it is. Two rows, one pattern row, one knit row, and every damn row I was off on the stitches. I HATE to count stitches on each row. In my arrogance I checked the errata on line to see if the pattern was written wrong, you know, missing a step? I found out that I was reading the pattern wrong, and then was okay.. like, "All right, I was just reading this wrong.. I'm such a goober, but it happens."
So I sat down to work on this again, and yet again... YET AGAIN I am off on the stitches... I was so mad, so fire breathing dragon mad that I did this.....
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Let us bow our heads and pray for the sanity of Chelle.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Anywho, it was Joan, saying "If I have to spend one more hour puzzling out this sock heel alone I may just commit sock Hari Kari (that is loosely translated of course.. I'm taking my usual fictional license here) I was thrilled! I was so excited to talk to her, but trying to "show" someone how to knit a short row heel over the phone is more than even my own vocal overachieving self can manage.
She pushed me into it.. (Actually I've been wanting it for ages, it was the perfect excuse!) I went and got a computer camera and set up Skype. And by Sunday afternoon, we were hanging out and I was contorting around to show her how to knit a short row heel..
There were ooohhhs and aaahhhs.. a general all around gushing over the technique ---the only way I do my heels by the by. I was feeling great about the whole thing, until Joan e-mailed me later to confess that she spent her time watching instead of doing and needs to see it again... Now I've been teaching knitting for years and all I can say is "D'OH!"-- because I know better, always, always, always have the student doing most of the work.. not the teacher.. geesh. Sorry Joan, my dear.. my own personal epic fail... I can only blame it on my overwhelming sense of being a Jetson and having video telephone stuff.. I felt all Star Trekkie..
I'll be calling Joan soon.. She has socks to finish..
Oh and Pam, ready to move on past scarves? I'm there for you homie!
Monday, January 17, 2011
Oddly enough, I was raised in a very traditional household. (pre 1950's even... my mom grew up on a cattle ranch in Eastern Oregon.. very Eastern.. she did not have running water or electricity until she was 10 years old. Very pioneer upbringing...) Traditional upbringing in the cooking/crafting department that is.. (Mom is a very modern woman.. boys better clean toilets too darn it!)
Apple Pie was still considered breakfast, thank you.. Along with corrizos, eggs, bacon, toast; the normal fare. Everything.. nearly everything was made from scratch.. Store bought cookies? Whatever for? You cannot buy oatmeal date cookies anyway (my favorite, by the way)
I have found my health declining these last several years.. slowly, Thyroid is low, blood sugar up, weight on. Frankly.. I'm tired of it. I have a great sense of humor damn it.. But my vanity has only allowed me so much leeway on this. So this year, I'm trying something new. No diet.
This is the thing.. It is all about what goes in has to be less than what goes out. I know this. If I measure every calorie, I will lose weight very quickly. But I have no time to breathe lately, and no energy to expend on measuring every single morsel. I, instead, purpose to try to be sure that what enters my body follow a whole foods approach. What if I only eat food as we used too? My own whole wheat bread (not slabs of it with loads of butter...but a piece with an egg in the morning for breakfast) -- This, in itself, is an experiment, I've been avoiding wheat (processed) because it's been making me sick for months. What if I have some cheese and a piece of fruit for a snack.. not pudding in a plastic cup? Wrap up some tuna salad in some lettuce leaves.. not bread.
To my foodie friends out there, this may seem an obvious thing. But I am really coming to the realization that I am not able to continue to eat all of this processed crap and still maintain a healthy body... but I am tired of trying to analyze every single morsel that I chew.
I just want to eat without the freak out.
I'm going to bake some bread now.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Can I get a witness??
Monday, January 10, 2011
Today however, I am not at work because I have a bad chest cold that caused me to have laryngitis. The only way to treat this is to shut up. Do not speak, do not yell at the children (nasty looks and a coach's whistle are what I resort to for scolding...) Lots of hot beverages to soothe your voice box, and with any luck.. peace and quiet. Once your voice box has been damaged, it will react quickly and swell up to protect itself from more damage.. one of the most reactive muscles of your body. This is why, when I get a chest cold.. I always end up silent.. It almost kills me, every time.
Today however I am going to be working on crafting. I have this huge list of things that need my attention. Some big projects, some small.. The list is on my dry wipe wall.. see?
I may try to get some of the little things done.. like "fix Monica's slipper", that wouldn't take long. I am, however in a race to finish a baby blanket for the neighbor lady, who is expecting a baby girl after 3 boys... here it is so far.. And yes, there is a cat underneath it, who can find a surface in my house not used by a cat?
Here is a bit of a close up on the pattern.. If you want it Joan let me know.. I'll mail you a copy. Wait until you see it done.. It has a fancy lacy edge too.. I have 3 little girls to make gifts for, so I may do another of these too.. frankly I started this yesterday morning. It goes quickly.
And then, last but not least, and as comedic relief.. I finished a dog coat for a friend of mine. I'd never done such a thing before, and wanted to make sure that it would work.. So I grabbed someone close to size and tried it on him..
I know that it was not kind.. and he was not amused.. in the royal sense of the word. But the family got a really big laugh out of this. And hey.. it fit, so another success.