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)
is all she can think about right now, even though I’m still at work and will be for another hour or so. I’m totally into the Slippery Socks and will be ready for the heel flap in the next day or so, dependent as always on how much knitting time I have. I hate it when my work life crowds my knitting life. Cramps my style a bit.
I’m proud of my progress, take a look – This one shows the cables a little better. Look good don’t they?
We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love. Mother Teresa (1910-19970
mutants, I say, have taken over my sock drawer. Here, look
Really, I came across these socks this afternoon and after looking close, they had huge, huge holes in them where I had dropped a stitch here and there and being a newbie knitter, just ignored them and hoped they’d go away. They didn’t. So in the heat of the moment, I decided to frog them, this is what I ended up with. Very curly, very pink Jitterbug. Here’s hoping that a nice soak with Euclan and slow drying will give me at least somewhat straight yarn. It should work, right?
My Dad is here to get started on his radiation treatment for his lung cancer. I think he’s a bit nervous about it, heck, I’m a little nervous myself and I work at the radiation therapy center where he’s going to be treated. It’s true what they always say, it is different when it’s your family. He’s the only dad I have, you know. : )
Slippery Socks are going well. I’m loving this colorway, like I said before, it’s a complete departure from the usual for me. Who knew that I’d be so crazy about hot pink, bright orange and bright, bright yellow yarn, not me that’s for sure. Here’s to stepping outside the box every now and then.
Silence is argument carried on by other means. Ernesto “Che” Guevara
to pretty much doing nothing but knitting and eating cake Friday. That was the plan and I’m proud to say that I stuck to it. Very enjoyable day, but I think I’m ready to get back into my regular routine. My father is coming here tomorrow to get started on his radiation treatment, so I’m sure I’ll have more than enough on my plate to keep me busy.
The Slippery Sock is moving along. I’m 1 1/2 repeats into a three repeat section. It’s pretty fiddly but I really like how it’s turning out. I’ll try a photo update tomorrow. You’ll just have to trust me until then.
Is she the cutest kid ever or what?
Time has flown by for us this past year, I keep wanting to slow it down and savor but it just seems to go faster and faster. Every day is a blessing though, and it’s not always as easy or happy as I would like, but a blessing nonetheless.
Doing the best at this momen puts you in the best place for the next moment. Oprah Winfrey
tweak her blog a little. I’m still a newbie at blogging and while I’m not as intimidated as I was, I’ve not explored the nuts and bolts of blogging, like style, what’s interesting, what’s TMI and what exactly is a blogroll anyway? I’m working on how to get an About Me page, I’m not exactly computer illiterate, but I’m definitely a slow learner, so it’s pretty slow going and patience is not something I’m overly blessed with.
I do want to share my progress with the seriously impressive Slippery Sock.
OK, I’m about blogged out for today and Mr. Iknead wants to use the computer.
One should not increase, beyond what is necessary, the number of entities required to explain anything. William of Occam (1285-1349); this principle of parsimony is known as “Occam’s razor”
back over the past few weeks and learns that, like so many other life milestones, time will be marked off as “before Dad’s diagnosis” and “after Dad’s diagnosis”. None of us really knows for sure what we’re facing in the next few months, all of us are going to have to be a little more flexible, more patient, more compassionate, with a little more strength and wisdom thrown in for good measure. At the moment, however, I’m not looking past Monday, he has an appointment then for planning and measurements for treatment to get started.
Am looking so forward to tomorrow, a day all to myself. I’m going to knit, read and maybe nap. Think tranquil, restful and totally mine. No To Do List for me, not tomorrow. Maybe a Not To Do List. Never thought of that.
Ran across this image while surfing the net and thought it was funny.
A little yarn humor.
I learned much from my teachers, more from my books and most from my mistakes. Anonymous