I would be showing you that the sweater is now connected.. that I have the short rows done and will be starting the color work today!!! but again.. the pictures will not down load!! anywho, I have a fine feathered friend.. oh sorry, wrong person, I have a really good friend who is a computer genius that will be here later and will be helping us get this computer system picture loving again... until then, I think I hear yarn calling my name.....
chelle.... chellle... chelle... chelle, we're over here. In the kitchen, just waiting......
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Catch up.
Just to let everyone know, I am having surgery on 2-16-09 on my shoulder. The cortisone was really a good thing, because I now know that eventually I will be able to move my arm perfectly. After we get the piece of bone out of the way of my sideways movement, I will be able to work myself up to full use, but not before.
In the mean time I am doing quite well on the sweater, I am almost done with the increases on the sleeves (doing them at the same time on 2 circs.. see..
Here is the body, up to the underarm, (sounds so much better then "up to the arm pitts!) hard to see the detail.
I am really looking forward to doing the color work on the sweater, I just hope that I can get it done so that I can wear it sometime this season, and not have to put it away for the summer months. I must confess that I am ready to start an Aran to steek as well... A nice cream colored sweater to wear with anything.
Now, I'm just getting greedy.
In the mean time I am doing quite well on the sweater, I am almost done with the increases on the sleeves (doing them at the same time on 2 circs.. see..
Here is the body, up to the underarm, (sounds so much better then "up to the arm pitts!) hard to see the detail.
I am really looking forward to doing the color work on the sweater, I just hope that I can get it done so that I can wear it sometime this season, and not have to put it away for the summer months. I must confess that I am ready to start an Aran to steek as well... A nice cream colored sweater to wear with anything.
Now, I'm just getting greedy.
Sam's thoughts on homework.
Sam has to write sentences for his spelling words.. Sam really likes to get his point across. I am glad that Sam's English teacher has a good sense of humor--
1. I would have like to have divided my homework load.
2. If I had to eternally do homework, I would die.
3. My bouncy ball’s deflated.
4. I scarcely enjoy doing homework.
5. A silhouette is a shadow that stands still.
6. I can barely stand having this much homework.
7. I hate amusement parks.
8. I am sincere about wanting to be done with my homework.
9. My kittens are adorable.
10. Consequently, if I do not get my homework done, my mom will ground me.
1. I would have like to have divided my homework load.
2. If I had to eternally do homework, I would die.
3. My bouncy ball’s deflated.
4. I scarcely enjoy doing homework.
5. A silhouette is a shadow that stands still.
6. I can barely stand having this much homework.
7. I hate amusement parks.
8. I am sincere about wanting to be done with my homework.
9. My kittens are adorable.
10. Consequently, if I do not get my homework done, my mom will ground me.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Still here
I swear it!
This week has been lost to hours of homework fighting.. only to realize on Thursday that Sam's face has been missing his glasses for ages. I have known that he wasn't wearing them. All of the excuses, they're too small, (true) I don't need them (So ridiculous, left eye is 1.5 right eye is 4.0) etc, etc. I finally figured it out. He is refusing to do math until he gets home because we do it on the dry wipe board together and he can see it then. If he says he can't see it at school, he has to wear his glasses again.
Color me feeling stupid.
Needless to say, we ordered new glasses Friday to fit his face-- he hates getting new glasses.
The Mom foot has gone down! Glasses are to be worn at all times, by both boys!
I pulled up symptoms of uncorrected vision on the Internet to show Sam, and it fit his issues at school to a "t". The real answer came when I made him put them on and we were done with his Math in less than 10 minutes. Oh, and his headache went away..
Imagine that!
Sam asked me in exasperation, if I get tired being right all the time, I have to say that really, I don't....
This week has been lost to hours of homework fighting.. only to realize on Thursday that Sam's face has been missing his glasses for ages. I have known that he wasn't wearing them. All of the excuses, they're too small, (true) I don't need them (So ridiculous, left eye is 1.5 right eye is 4.0) etc, etc. I finally figured it out. He is refusing to do math until he gets home because we do it on the dry wipe board together and he can see it then. If he says he can't see it at school, he has to wear his glasses again.
Color me feeling stupid.
Needless to say, we ordered new glasses Friday to fit his face-- he hates getting new glasses.
The Mom foot has gone down! Glasses are to be worn at all times, by both boys!
I pulled up symptoms of uncorrected vision on the Internet to show Sam, and it fit his issues at school to a "t". The real answer came when I made him put them on and we were done with his Math in less than 10 minutes. Oh, and his headache went away..
Imagine that!
Sam asked me in exasperation, if I get tired being right all the time, I have to say that really, I don't....
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Time for quiet
This has been a long week. There has not been one day this week that has not held some huge change or horrific news for me. I won't go into details. I will tell you that I went to church this morning and found that it had all caught up with me.
I belong to the Friends church. I'm a Quaker, and although my church is not unprogramed (meaning the kind that sit in silent worship nearly always) we always have 15-20 minutes of silent worship during the service. Boy, did I have a shocker today. It took me forever to still my thoughts, and I realized that I had done everything I could all week during all of my turmoil to never have silence. I had the t.v. on, the audible books, the kids, the radio in the car, a DVD during the laundry (anyone get the picture yet?)
I had done my praying in the morning, as I always do, but this week, in a hurry, getting ready for work, no morning scriptures, no silence.
So many huge blessings, light heart, and through all of it I hid behind noise. I did give thanks, cursory thanks.
"Yep God, ah thanks for that.. big stuff, been praying for it for years, don't want to emotionally deal with it right now though... let's do lunch. air kiss. amen"
Huge sadness's, heavy heart (I'll miss you Sky, Nancy's Heather, my heart aches for you and I am also so proud of you) and again through it all I hid behind the noise. I did not ask for help, I did not pray for peace, or acceptance.
The Quaker belief is simple, you cannot hear God (not literally folks) if you are cluttered up with sound. I need to stop, and take the time to truly meditate.
This is easier said than done, at this moment I have a 12 year old actively trying to not take a bath (he's in there, with soap, just not wanting to use it.) and it's 9:22 pm on a school night. Dinner dishes just got done, and the coffee is ready to brew in the morning. I have to be up at 4:15 am to be at work on time. You get the picture.
I write this tonight, because if I went to bed before I did, it would play in my mind again and again like a tape recorder. Maybe I can feel the stillness tonight because I have faced that I have been running away all week.
Stillness, silence is a habit, like eating right, exercising, not beating your children when they think dirt is an inalienable right. It is really easy to lose these good habits with just a little bit of laziness. McDonald's is faster, I don't have time to exercise (can't play basketball now anyway) and frankly a fatal beating sounds effective right now.
I think I need to rework the good habits again, at least the silence, and frankly the good eating thing really needs to work itself back into the picture. Just the little time of forced silence in Meeting today really healed me, re-centered me, at least put me back on the path of trying to accept that my ways are not the ways of God, and frankly, his ways are not really my business. I just have to deal with it. In silence.
I belong to the Friends church. I'm a Quaker, and although my church is not unprogramed (meaning the kind that sit in silent worship nearly always) we always have 15-20 minutes of silent worship during the service. Boy, did I have a shocker today. It took me forever to still my thoughts, and I realized that I had done everything I could all week during all of my turmoil to never have silence. I had the t.v. on, the audible books, the kids, the radio in the car, a DVD during the laundry (anyone get the picture yet?)
I had done my praying in the morning, as I always do, but this week, in a hurry, getting ready for work, no morning scriptures, no silence.
So many huge blessings, light heart, and through all of it I hid behind noise. I did give thanks, cursory thanks.
"Yep God, ah thanks for that.. big stuff, been praying for it for years, don't want to emotionally deal with it right now though... let's do lunch. air kiss. amen"
Huge sadness's, heavy heart (I'll miss you Sky, Nancy's Heather, my heart aches for you and I am also so proud of you) and again through it all I hid behind the noise. I did not ask for help, I did not pray for peace, or acceptance.
The Quaker belief is simple, you cannot hear God (not literally folks) if you are cluttered up with sound. I need to stop, and take the time to truly meditate.
This is easier said than done, at this moment I have a 12 year old actively trying to not take a bath (he's in there, with soap, just not wanting to use it.) and it's 9:22 pm on a school night. Dinner dishes just got done, and the coffee is ready to brew in the morning. I have to be up at 4:15 am to be at work on time. You get the picture.
I write this tonight, because if I went to bed before I did, it would play in my mind again and again like a tape recorder. Maybe I can feel the stillness tonight because I have faced that I have been running away all week.
Stillness, silence is a habit, like eating right, exercising, not beating your children when they think dirt is an inalienable right. It is really easy to lose these good habits with just a little bit of laziness. McDonald's is faster, I don't have time to exercise (can't play basketball now anyway) and frankly a fatal beating sounds effective right now.
I think I need to rework the good habits again, at least the silence, and frankly the good eating thing really needs to work itself back into the picture. Just the little time of forced silence in Meeting today really healed me, re-centered me, at least put me back on the path of trying to accept that my ways are not the ways of God, and frankly, his ways are not really my business. I just have to deal with it. In silence.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Quick update
No great philosophical hullabaloo today, just letting you know that after PT on Weds. Kim, my physical therapist, and I discussed surgery being the best option, and I am calling the doctor today to schedule this. The cortisone did some marvelous stuff. I can move my shoulder in ways that I have not been able to since the break. I just cannot move it past the area that the "junk" is in. So, that pretty much answers the question right away. No fuss, no muss, just get in and get it out so I can move on.
I'm glad it's Friday. I have to work tomorrow, but Saturdays at work are so much quieter then normal that I'm fine with that. I better get a move on though.. I need to shower and propel myself out the door...
I'm glad it's Friday. I have to work tomorrow, but Saturdays at work are so much quieter then normal that I'm fine with that. I better get a move on though.. I need to shower and propel myself out the door...
Monday, January 19, 2009
Spencer
Today, John is taking Spencer, our 15 year old kitty in to be put to sleep. He has cancer, and we have kept him at home as long as possible to keep him comfortable, but he is showing signs of suffering. We will let him go in peace.
The boys have not known a day without him, and when his sister, Tess died in April of kidney failure it was a really hard thing. They have been able to see the sore on his side though, and I think that has allowed them time to understand his illness.
The boys and Tess...
When Tess died, the boys wanted kittens. I said, "No, that's not fair to Spencer, he's an old man, and kittens running around would not be great for him." Huh... What I know, and what God knows are different things all together.
When Tess died, the boys wanted kittens. I said, "No, that's not fair to Spencer, he's an old man, and kittens running around would not be great for him." Huh... What I know, and what God knows are different things all together.
About three weeks after I broke my shoulder, I was doing the laundry (with one hand) and my amazing dog, Oscar, laid some little furry thing at my feet. I thought it was one of the boys stuffed animals, but it did not look familiar. I reached down and found that I had a completely unharmed, perfect 2 week old baby kitten in my hands. Well, long story just a little shorter, across the street was a family with 2 nursing queens. They took on another kitten.. the next day Oscar showed me where the other two kittens were, (I had looked the day before) in my compost pile, under brambles. I took the other two to the vet right away, they force fed the littlest one and told me to not expect him to live. The mother cats took over though, and I had them at my house at 6 weeks old.. They are alive and thriving.
I was asked several times if we were going to keep all three kittens, and of course we did. Well, how many times in your life does God (using a dog of all things) drop a kitten at your feet while you're doing laundry?
I tell you this because Spencer was fantastic with these new babies. He laid with them, protecting them and bathing them. I really think that he had missed having another cat around, having always had Tess. I think that they have made his last days happier. I know that having the new babies will make the loss of Spencer a little easier to bare. My heart aches to have him go. I think that I could not have born to have a house empty of cat-ness.
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