for a place for Mom and Dad has commenced. I’m going to try as hard as I can to get them into a place in west Little Rock. I suppose I’ll start with the closest facilities to my home and widen the circle as I go. This seems to be the most efficient way to go about it. I’ve gotten some information from friends that are pretty much in the same boat as we are. I pray this part will be accomplished quickly and that Mr. Iknead and I will make the right decision.
A little progress on the Slippery Sock. See? Will I get to the toe tonight? Stay tuned to As the Heel Turns. (giggles at her own witticism) Knitting humor never gets old.
Finally got a couple of decent close up pics of the cables. Very cool, I think.
The two most power warriors are patience and time. Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910)
Day is almost over. I think I may actually be ready to go back to work. I’ve missed so many days lately, I can’t remember the last time I worked a full week. Never realized how much working kept me centered, mostly from just the routine. We’ll start tomorrow looking for a place for my mom and dad to move into here in Little Rock. If I think about the details too much, I start feeling overwhelmed and anxious, two emotions I’m not very familiar with. One thing at a time, something I’ve had to practice a lot lately.
Knitting and baking today, still on first Slippery Sock but coming along, Carrot Cake Whoopie Pies with cream cheese filling came along for the ride. Mr. Iknead gave them two thumbs up so I guess they’ll do. : ) I’m still waiting on DD for a pic of Susannah in the Brittany Jumper. I guess I’m going to have to call and jog her memory.
It is extraordinary how extraordinary the ordinary person is. George F. Will
to sort of catch up on my picture taking, I especially wanted to show off the yarn bowl from Susan Zenger’s Etsy Shop. I love it! 75% of the first Slippery Sock is done, counting down rows getting to the toe. They’re awesome!
Here’s the yarn bowl
It’s beautiful and I love it. I’m happy I found your Etsy store!
Live a life as a monument to your soul. Ayn Rand
of rest has been greatly appreciated. It has been really nice today, not having anything that absolutely, positive had to be done. I went to the noon meeting at Recovery Central, came home, took a nap and then Mr. Iknead and I had dinner with friends. Lots of QT on the Slippery Sock, so far pretty much on schedule, heel turned, gusset done and in the home stretch working toward the toe.
For the obligatory blog picture, it’s the Papoose in her Easter finery. Not as good as in real life but, good anyway.
The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of. Blaise Pascal (1623-1662)
socks are at least half finished. Had a small setback and had to do some serious tinking, so that’s all right. My new yarn bowl is “da bomb” in the words of a good friend of mine, Ron S. It’s even prettier in person. I love it!
This has been a really long day and so I’m going to wrap this up and go to bed. Tomorrows post will probably be pretty long.
A liar should have a good memory. Quintilian
is the Slippery Sock. One more row and I’ll start the gusset and heel flap. It’s not as slow going as I thought and I’m hoping to be ready to start the second sock sometime this weekend. It helps that it’s Memorial Day, that means an extra knitting day. Yay for holidays! The cables haven’t photographed well unfortunately but you can make them out.
Here it is
There are two cable patterns, so I got the bright idea to photograph and post both. Yeah, that kind of thinking is what gets me the big bucks. : 0) Here’s the other
As an aside, today was a much better day. We’ve all (Mr. Iknead, me and my dad) had some time to think about our situation and make some decisions about the future. I think all of us feel a little better about it now. It’s been a very difficult past few weeks, we’ve had a lot to figure out, but things are looking up. .
I passionately hate the idea of being with it, I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time. Orson Welles (1915-1985)
Dad’s PET scan were not good. His cancer has pretty much replaced his left lung, very little airspace left, he has bone and liver metastasis. Radiation is out of the question, way too much lung involvement, too big and the type of cancer he has, squamous cell, doesn’t respond well to chemo. I don’t know what’s coming next, Dad’s a real fighter, a never say die kind of guy, but right now, the ball’s in his court, so to speak and we’re all very tired and overwhelmed.
My knitting has saved me the last few days; all I’ve wanted to do is hide out and work on my socks and play in my stash. Tomorrow is WIP Wednesday, will have to scare something up to share, but right now, I can’t think of a thing.
No picture tonight, just don’t have the heart.
Man’s mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimensions. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. (1841-1935)