Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Now I'm going to have a little summer fun, some shopping and knitting and reading non-text book stuff. I already bought a treat with my birthday money.
Monday, July 28, 2008
It opens wide like the expensive knitting bags I have covetted (Zelda).
Secret pocket below for "tools".
Yay. Coming up: modifications and personalization.
Nora Gaughan really knows how to make something new.
These are great kids. Emily gave me a new header for my blog and together they gave me a hedgehog charm and Purdy's hedgehog chocolates (filled with hazelnuts justlike real hedgehogs) and a glass charm for my Pandora bracelet. Two of my friends want to get one now.
Friday was lunch with the book club. Diana gave me the most wonderful flowers from our favourite florist, Quick Pick. April gave me a perfect makeup case and Jean found a signed copy of "A Whistling Woman" form one of my favourite authors, A.S. Byatt.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
It's been a good few days with lunches and dinners with friends. There has been quite a bit of knitting. Emily made me a new header for my blog. I love it, but I need to change the color of the font.
Dan is back from the Pacific Northwest Highland Games tonight. Emily is going to camp for a week this afternoon. Summer is happening.
Off to lunch with Mom and Paw at Minter Gardens.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
I have experience chronic pain. I even have to be careful how much I work on a keyboard (gave up piano), garden or chop and fuss in the kitchen. I have to protect my hand for knitting.
I have recently begun to conquer the foot thing. My goal is to walk my 5km block at least 3 times a week. I may get there this week. At the end of August I hope to achieve the unimaginable- a hike up "Teapot Hill". In the past I have taken four-year olds. But in this last year and a half it was totally out of my reach. I'll certainly take pictures.
These experiences will make me a more empathetic nurse.
A grey cat
Sitting on my armchair
Following me about the house
Always seeking attention.
Ready to be stroked after distraction,
Jumping up after its nap.
Companion of time.
Attending all endeavors
Familiar to the black dog.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
This is Bacon Boy. Still without a job. Not so good. We had to try Angie's Hot Bacon Dressing f (from Purling Oaks). We don't have bacon. I was a Weight Watchers leader for years and just kept some things out of the house. When we were in Scotland last year, Scotty could get bacon on everything. So we called him Bacon Boy and now he can cook it really well (D and I have trouble). We have offered to bring a Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato salad up to Grandma's for the next clan gathering.
Another long-term project. I have been picking away at this book for over a year and I'm finished. Some of it is out of date, but I love what it says about Canadians, so I hope the others love what it says about them. I have had more than an incomplete education, but I'm not done yet. This week I'm studying Mental Health. They mean illness. When the nursing text says comfort, it means pain. That's just our spin. Last section in this theory course, hammer out the Pharmachology and I may have some time to knit.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
I have spent too many hours chained to my books. Thursday is Pharmacology. But Friday will be too because I have a big exam.
Yesterday I printed out all the readings for my last Re-entry to Practice Theory section. It was seriously 4 inches high. I used every sheet of paper in the house so Dan had to bring more home. I'm already almost half way because it's really interesting. I'm so all over the philosophy of care giving.
The corn is higher. It smells so green. I didn't take a picture today, but some of it is up to my head. You know what that means: my birthday is soon. We always wonder if the corn will grow quickly enough to reach my head by my birthday. It always does. Some years we're eating corn as early as Canada Day, but not this year. I can't eat corn anyway, but I can serve it. Our rule when I was growing up was that you had to have the water boiling before you picked the corn so that it was truly fresh. We also took our bowls of icecream out into the strawberry patch.
Tonight Dan walked with me around the big block. 5 km. It's the first time since March a year ago. My feet are definitely healin and there is hope that I won't be as big as a house and as weak as an old lady. I always seem to be at the beginning end of a plan.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I finished the July square for the aran afghan and took them out to have a look.
Carly liked them too. I obviously have some serious blocking to do, but I think, with seed stitch sashing, it should work out much as I planned. 12 squares, each 12 inches square. It has to be long enough for a guy who's stretching over 6'2" already.
The wools are all left over from aran sweaters I've knit. I'm collecting all the patterns in a notebook. Not that I would ever knit it again, but I'm enjoying the reflection part of this long project. I have a few choices for next month's block.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
The band has been like an extra family while the kids were little. Scotty played pipes from the age of 6 and Emily drummed from even younger. I was a tenor and bass drummer and instructor in the youth band. We travelled and camped and played music ensemble. This is the band tent. Some very valuable shade (mostly for the pipes) and cool water.
This is my Dan warming up "in the circle". That's the drum I played. It was glorious. But, like a family, there are always strange dynamics. I'm happy to have moved on, but still able to share a day with them. The kids rejoined their pack of the usual suspects, played soccer, jammed on guitars, drum pads and chanters and enjoyed themselves, too. When it's just one day, and neither of them are competing, the pressure is off.
When Scotty was a baby (I've decided to do away with the cloak and dagger code words. The kids are big and I was starting to feel silly) I knit a big project of the "perfect" aran sweater. Unfortunately it was a very big sweater, and Dan has lost some weight even since then. This is the front panel and I hardly need the chart after 15 years. It's like sitting down to the piano and playing "The Entertainer". One of the few pieces I fully learned, my fingers remember most of it and the music comes, not from my brain, but flowing out. That's how this pattern feels. No counting, just conversing with the stitches on the needles. It's tempting me to make another smaller one.
Friday, July 11, 2008
I have to finish one chapter today and then one more and I can write my 7th and second-last exam. My brain is sore and refusing to absorb any more information. I am panicking that I won't get the last section done in a month. In the beginning they only took 2 weeks! I'm not sure I want it so badly now, but damned if I'm going to do all this work for nada. I hate the idea of juggling IV's and patients and post-ops. I don't want to work in the hospital.
So I started block 7 of the aran afghan. This one will be from my first real masterpiece- a sweater that D refuses to wear. I made baby Scotty a matching one. Now I'm doing the afghan for a grad present next year. He applied for a job at the local movie theatre. I hope he gets it and gets to work with nice people.
Early birthday present. Picture also skewed- no I wasn't drinking this morning, although my brain is sore from studying. It's Knitter's Stash by Barbara Albright. A brilliant book that I've taken out of the library many times. We were in Barnes and Noble before we picked up the kids. Was that a week ago? He's away on my birthday (again) at a highland games in Seattle. Not even near Seattle, really, but that's what we call it.
We're all going to the Mount Vernon games tomorrow. I'm looking forward to my first one in two years. Last year my feet wouldn't allow me. I'm not drumming anymore, my kids aren't in it and I don't have any students. Why bother the long noisy day? But this is a great games, the town has 2 great wool shops and our friends host a BBQ after. Good old friends. Ones we have travelled with in the band for so many years. It should be a good time. I'll be designated driver.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
I used to have many more plants, but my dog thinks they are tasty.
Monday, July 07, 2008
This time it was just ladies, mostly from the vet clinic. Some had never met this great new mom and we didn't want to have to make manly food or giant portions or listen endlessly to cow surgery stories. What I thought would be a small gathering was closer to 20. I picked some of my roses. The dish is from Greendale potteries- crystal created in the kiln, and a woderful hostess gift. Gee thanks.
One of my friends brought these delights on a matching antique platter. Wow.
On Sunday we had friends from "the city". Their little boy was fascinated by my Scott's playing Rachmoninov. I always am, too. The little guy liked our big back yard and our big black dog.
And there was knitting. On the way to the Bellingham airport (about an hour) I was able to start the cabling on the Braided Blues sweater. I expected to drive, but D missed the kids and offered to do the driving. Win-win. They had an awesome time building a house for a single mom in a migrant labour camp.
The stocking stitch was so fast, but this sure slowed me down. Plus it's a bit hard on my hands. But I've decided to knit the cables on the front and the back, too because who am I to second guess Nora Gaughan? I love this Cascade 220 heathers that I got half price on Boxing Day.
Our TV is in the basement and we gather as a family in the evening to watch vids. We had two episodes of Lost to catch up with the kids- perfect for getting back to the alphabet blanket. I will show you when I finish this row of letters.
No socks. Gauge crappy. I'm going to try to use my last ball of Mountain colours- red to make monkeys. But I want them just a little smaller than the pedicure ones. The jaywalkers are just a titch short in the toe, so they'll go to my cowboy sister for her January birthday. No I haven't started knitting for Christmas. Actually, I don't think I shall anymore. Nothing more than hats and scarves, anyway.
I'm preparing my Olympic knitting. I will be resurecting a UFO in order to retrieve my needles. August 7th is the start date. If I can get enough studying done, I can devote myself to that awkward sideways beautiful blue mohair fleece artist shawl. I hope when I 'm done I'll know what to do with it.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
The alphabet is coming now. Sometimes Ihave to ask D to rewind the video because I'm working with a chart. I love the Shepherd baby wool and the Addi's together. The cushion was an experiment to see if I could live with the green all over this house when we were waiting for our bid to be accepted. I did live with it for 8 years. But I'm much happier with my butter and cream colours.
The other knitting is the beginning of a fixation monkey and the ribbing of a plain back- acre of stocking stitch again. Thay are in my bag, but have not been invited anywhere. Too much studying.
I only just changed the bedding from suede-like covering,
The wool and the sheep will be sent to
http://purlingoaks.typepad.com/. Angie writes a wonderful blog and shares all things Wisconsin.
The stitch markers go to the first blogger I ever read, and the one who introduced me to the Yarn Harlot, local knitting stores and all of the knitting web.
http://lifesastitch.typepad.com/_/ Li lives in North Vancouver. It's about 2 hours away, but I rarely get there now that Mr.Boo doesn't play soccer. She has a great family and knits some marvelous stuff.
These are the first two blogs I always read, at the top of my bookmark list. I'm so happy to let them know how special they are to me. Maybe someday we can have a "meet up".