Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Ladies and Gentleman, I'd like to introduce you to my Sumo Uterus


Do I have your attention?

We're gonna talk about girlbits and menopause today. They give you a big lecture about girlbits when you start your period, but you are on your own when you stop. 100 years ago, I would have been dead already, so we are talking.

My period started the day we put Sug down (Aug 30). It's still going. For about a week, it got BAD, and I am used to real periods, real run to the bathroom every hour periods. So when I say it was bad, it was insane.

I went to the VA, and they called me back because they wanted to give me a transfusion. Then they sent me a coupon for a hysterectomy from the civilian provider of my choice. The meds they gave me were ok-but notice I still have my period?

I went to see him this morning. He said "I expected your uterus to be the size of a grapefruit, but yours seems to be the size of a watermelon" because of my fibroids.

I looked at the tech and mouthed "CRAP!" and said "Oh, please, don't you mean cantaloupe?"

So a hysterectomy seems to be the biggest balloon on the horizon. I can't help but wonder if I didn't have military and VA healthcare, would my miscarriages have been prevented? I had an exam last year, not a peep from my provider. Makes you wonder, but not too hard, because fretting over that is futile.

I feel cheated.

In other news, here's mitten one. Good pattern, the thumb is a little long. I told DH we need to go somewhere cold.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Aimless knitting-

I am still working on the Lace Leaf tank from earlier this summer, the Clara Dress (I found a bit of an oddity on that pattern; I am creative enough to muck up the pattern so that the skirt eyelets swirl.....a design variation!) I frogged the mohair loop and wool, and am making a pair of plain mittens now because that's what I want to do.

It doesn't get cold enough here to need mittens. If I can, I will make a hat or headband to go with. Also not cold enough here.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

The shoemaker's kids




Lookie lookie at what I found on ebay. Teeny tiny little copper cloisonne medallions (1cm) in the Fuji pattern. That's so exciting! The larger one is the size of a quarter. The only issue I have with it is that it's been chemically cleaned, so now it's rough and nasty. How do you restore 50 years of patina?

The design is my family's kamon. It's called Fuji, but it has nothing to do with the mountain. It's wisteria. I happened upon it years ago, while reading East West Quilts. My brother, looking over my shoulder, grabbed the book and said "Hey, that's on our grandparent's grave!" Indeed it is, and we've been wearing it out ever since. My shoemaker grandpa would be proud. Or maybe he'd pronounce us all "Baca!" and shrug. No telling.

I later learned that this kamon is kind of the "one size fits all" crest-it's like being named Johnson or Smith. Ah, well, we still have a crest, and I am excited that I have the medallions. I need findings to make some Christmas gifts.

You know that old saw about how the shoemaker's kids never have shoes? Well, the same thing can happen to knitting grandmas. I have been remiss on grandkid knitting. Remember I have a stash grandkid? I tracked down the dress from the SOAK ad. (I had to buy the yarn to get the pattern-but don't think I want to make an alpaca dress-because you know it would get felted. You just KNOW.) I am working on it in Zarina. And I have to work on something for the small boy too, and Christmas stockings. Fortunately, all family knitting is relatively small. Like the people I have to knit for.




Sunday, September 20, 2009

Playing with stripes

Friday, September 18, 2009

Prickly?

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Soundtrack

This morning, I picked up my knitting that must not be named from the sweater dryer, checked to make sure it was totally dry, found a box, collected bits and stuff and got ready to box it up.
And.
Then.
It.
Hit.
Me.
I ran to go get the magazine and checked the photo.
Oh no. Instead of reverse stockinette sleeves, I put them on backwards. My lovely sweater has stockinette sleeves. Silly. Stupid mistake. Simple error.

I was so annoyed. And ramped up a litany of stomping, grumping, "disgust of my self" ... in my mother's voice. And it made me laugh, because my mother has been dead 9 years, yet I still can hear her crabbing about miscrossed cables.

Look ma, just like you!!!

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Some of my favorite people!



God only knows


what he's telling them


but it looks like fun!

In other news, I am tucking in ends on Knitting That Must Not Be Named, so I am adding another 1456 yards onto my totals!

Thursday, September 10, 2009

"You have won a major award"

Do you remember that scene from "A Christmas Story"? That went thru my mind last night as I opened a box I THOUGHT was my new circs. It was a bottle of cod liver oil.

You see, back in July I entered a recipe contest for a recipe made with fish oil. As it turns out, I didn't win....but I have a lovely bottle of fish oil so that I may try again next year. That's not a bad thing. It's funny, but it's not bad.

I've had a few emails asking me what's going on, why are you anemic? It is a scary thing when the VA calls you up and says "come back for a transfusion," because they don't move quickly on a lot of things. At the ripe old age of 49, my girly bits are giving me trouble, and I am about to kick the little vagrants out. We'll just say that it's been a rough 2 weeks, mmmk? I FB'd both of my direct peer cousins to ask if they had trouble, and yes, it seems to run in the family.

Thank you for asking. It's weird seeing yourself turn paler, and waxy looking. I swear, I was sporting a porcelain complexion!

The up side of that is that DH has been my gofer this week. It's funny-I asked him to pick up some onions and potatoes-he brought 5 lbs of onions, and two potatoes. I asked him for coleslaw (meaning, shredded cabbage mix) and he picked up a tub of deli coleslaw, all the time wondering "What does she want THIS for?" But we can all joke about it a little now.

People with pronounced anemia can't mop floors. ;-) Or so I say. My nail beds are starting to pink up when you press and release on them, so I think that's a good sign. My iron supplements from the grocery are 27 mg elemental iron, and the ones from the VA are 324 mg ferrous gluconate. I think of those as pig iron. Now that I examine them, I wonder if dietary iron will respond to a magnetic field. Stay tuned.

You know I feel much better. Must be the fish oil.

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

I have IRON POOR BLOOD!

I went to the doc's today, and my iron levels are such that I can use that phrase with confidence. In addition, they called me and gave me instructions to go to the hospital for a transfusion if I do not improve.

I'll bet I get a lot of knitting done this week.

Monday, September 07, 2009

Just a little Labor Day shopping





I am so excited. We decided to try going somewhere cooler for Christmas, so that means I can knit something a little bit heavier!!! I told you about my needle bargain.

I discovered when I moved my stash that my biggest yarn disappointments were from a specific East Coast dyer. I ignored their sale UP TIL THIS MORNING. I can only have so much discipline. They had my favorite Giant Loopy Mohair on sale. I caved.

I bought enough yarn for two projects, but only things I was pretty sure I would love.

Sunday, September 06, 2009

Reasons to rip



It's been a tough week. It sucks being without a dog, and tho I have no regret over the decision we made, I miss her every day. I've had some very specific health challenges that frankly, I need help with. I fully intend to act on them.

I've been playing with my bag of Rainbow Adara this week. I had an idea for a project, and set on it like a house on fire. I'm 25% done.

I have been really steady on my project. I came up with a good concept, noodled a few ideas, swatched a little, had two or three false starts. Then I got busy.

A day ago, I questioned my color placement. Was it really the best possible arrangement? (I'll confess, I was pulling them out in the order they were bagged.)

An hour ago, I was questioning the stitch placement of a row of garter stitch.

I just questioned the viability of another row of patterning.

These flaws are not show stoppers, but they are exactly the flaws that make my project less than fab. I'm not having it. Time to frog.

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Very very excited!!!

I just ordered 3 pairs of Addi Turbo circs for chump change (30.67, including shipping) at the Dizzy Sheep.





Can you tell how happy that makes me? I love 12" needles for hats!

They are going thru the deals thick and fast this weekend!

Friday, September 04, 2009

Never done this before-

This is the work of one of my friends. As much as we differ, there are some things about it that that I really like. I took the time to look beyond the things that bother me, and well, here it is. He's put his heart and soul into getting it on the streets.


Thursday, September 03, 2009

Like candy


Don't you think that a rainbow bag of yarns is like a bag of candy? I have an inspiration, and am struggling with the execution. I've had a few false starts. And I am still chugging away at that Katrina top.

Monday, August 31, 2009

At odds with the day...

DH and I keep finding odd moments in our day where the absence of Sugar is a gaping, screaming hole. When we moved in to this house last fall, I noticed the sound of paws on berber, as if they were puppy paws, and it always made me smile. It's so quiet now. DH sat finishing a spoonful of peanut butter, and had just a smidge left on the spoon. He stared at it, and knew that no dog would clean the spoon. It's so still.

She was a good girl with a big personality. I stare at the dog-nose-level smudge on the back door's window, and realize I need to clean it. It occured to me more than once last night that if anything bumps that window now, I would probably die of fright.

I think about her face during the last days, where my dog was no longer herself, where she stopped responding to pets and chatter, and I have no doubt it was the right time. I think it was pain that I saw in her face, DH thinks it was dementia, and at the end of it all, it doesn't matter.

I looked on Craigslist and at the Texas Boxer Rescue pages already. Nothing serious, just browsing. I suck at being dogless. I bought Astro when I was in the depths of despair during my divorce, and that was 20 years ago this month. It was the best money I ever spent. I've owned a dog every day since then. Suddenly, there's no dog in my house.

When DH came back from the vet's, he 'scolded' me. "No strays, no dragging home a puppy!" Which is a big freaking joke, because he brought Sug home instead of my new dishwasher 13 years ago. "Best damned dishwasher you ever had!" Yeah, yeah. So I told him "Look, either a puppy, or you need to let me plan a trip. Your choice."

I started looking at air fares last night. We haven't traveled together since our good neighbors watched the dogs, and Lady Eve's dad has been dead two years. DH fussed "I want this if we are going to go..." He was surprised that I found the vacation of his dreams and a price we can afford, if we start now. He's been tasked to calculate his days off, and to find out how many SkyMiles he has. Hopefully, this Christmas will see suitcases and passports. And we'll get a dog after that.

I've suffered a creative lull lately. Enid found this clip, and I think it presents some interesting concepts. I will probably start working upstairs more often, because I won't notice the dog is missing.


Saturday, August 29, 2009

There will be no dog in my house tonight.



She'll be in the back yard, perpetually warming her belly and rolling in the grass.



I am certain that we grieve for our pets because they make us better people. They just want to be by our sides, trusting that we'll pat the space on the couch and invite them for a snuggle. There's nothing like a dog rejoicing "Oh, you came HOME!" that makes us glad of our homes. And only a dog can convince you that your latest culinary disaster is indeed edible. They don't hold grudges. They don't insult. They don't bitch....much. I have learned to read subtext from my dog, learned that happiness is 60 pounds curled in your lap, and learned that compassion is not selfish. Compassion sees pain and befuddlement, and recognizes that joints are screaming.

My dog taught me a lot. I hope I lived up to her expectations.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

I've been working


on knitting which must not be named. Fortunately, I like everything about the project I have.

I've been watching the Little League World Series. It's sooo fun watching the kids!

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Taking a stab at it-


I rewarped the loom, using 10/2 cotton and Colinette Skye scraps. The Skye is aran weight, and I can't get it thru all the holes in the heddle, only the slots between.


As it turns out, THAT gives it a couched appearance. I got out the pick-up stick, and played with that a little, so now you can actually tell that the Skye has rich, variegated colors. I am using Elann Alpaca; for some reason, I had a lone ball of Old Rose.

I am learning that crisp selvedges happen when you beat the fabric evenly.


Friday, August 21, 2009

So how 'bout them Nazis, eh?

I was doing my blog rounds today, and Cindy posted a link to a Mudflats essay. It's a reaction to Barney Franks and the Nazi comment at a town hall meeting. It's quite a good essay; I lost all patience reading some of the responses.

This mudflinging that started in the last administration is picking up steam. I think that a lot of it is manufactured, so we'll screech at each other in the streets while others pick our pockets. Makes for great headlines, but it doesn't get a thing done.

Because ONE small group compared Obama to Hitler, it does not mean that everyone who thinks conservatively does. That's ridiculous.

I've been to Dachau, I've looked at the ovens. And shivered.

There are no pictures of my mother before the age of eight. They burned when their home was firebombed. My grandfather was a shoemaker, not someone at Yamamoto's side.

My mother starved in wartime Japan, where one squash fed 8 people-the men got the vegetable, the women got the broth, and to her dying day, my mother was likely to stand in front of the refrigerator, gorging herself on jam because some switch in her body had flipped in that time, but never turned itself back. She could clean out a 32 ounce jar of jam in an afternoon, just her and a spoon. So I understand the ravages of wartime on a soul, and have seen it ripple out to ensuing generations.

I'm not flinging mud, or calling this administration anything.

We obviously NEED some healthcare reform. Having seen how one stimulus package was rammed thru legislation, a hurry-up bill does not interest me.

I don't trust our lovely government reps these days. When I went on my road trip a few weeks ago, I saw a lot of dealerships in a lot of small towns struggling. The Kia dealers are excited as hell because of Cash for Clunkers, but Detroit is still struggling, and so are all the loyal "made in USA" buyers. I feel like Washington is putting bandaid after bandaid on mosquito bites, while ignoring the rusty nail sticking out of their foot. The very fact that Cash for Clunkers and the auto bailouts weren't linked, when it would be a cost savings and a SMART move for everyone concerned, has me really worried. By golly, we just spent a lot of money stimulating Honda, Toyota and Kia. Whose dealerships DID we subsidize??

Did you ever watch a smart person who can't multi-task? They are fixing one part of the perceived problem, putting brick after brick into place, never looking at how the problem is morphing, changing, responding, and never really checking the result. They have worked really hard-but only fixed the problem on the surface, while a big mess festers elsewhere. Here's what I mean:

As a sound bite "sending millions to our disabled veterans" sounds great, doesn't it?

I got a stimulus payment last month because I am a disabled veteran. I don't know why I got it. I thought it was odd; unless you are of the group of people who are really stretching from nickel to nickel, I think a lot of folks would just throw 200.00 in the bank. Times have been tight-it makes sense to hold onto extra cash. So it's gonna start my grandson's college fund, not stimulate anything. That was a lot of money that went to a lot of checking accounts, but I don't think it helped the neediest enough, and those who had enough might not have done enough with it.

They didn't sight the target when they crafted that plan. I'd have done without easily, and saved my grandson's money up on my own. Instead, that money is a debt we owe now.

We need a smart, well thought-out healthcare plan, not the one we see because we are shopping at eye-level.

Trying to find balance

It's one of those odd, changeling times, where something rumbles past our days. The wheels spin frantically in the dirt, flinging up bits of mud and rock onto our collective hems and doorsteps, and some of us trip on holes left in the road, and fall on the ground whimpering or sobbing. The rest of us shuffle and duck, trying to avoid hitting each other. Some of us only realize it when we step out onto our doorsteps with a broom, wondering "Where'd all this crap come from?"