has her first birthday.  That’s right, as of today, Susannah is one year old.  Mr. Iknead and I missed her party because of other family issues, which was hard for us, but sometimes things like that happen.  My father has an appointment in the morning with a radiation oncologist, that’s why we missed the festivities and it’s difficult to have to assign priorities, but sometimes it’s a necessity.  Hopefully, radiation treatment is an option, since surgery is out of the question, but if it isn’t, well I guess we’ll have to suck it up and move on to the next thing regarding his lung cancer.  Trying to stay positive here.

The En Point Pullover continues to move along, but not as quickly as I would like.  I think I have too many projects on the needles at the moment and none of them really get the attention they need to become FOs.  I’ve had my eye on Knitty’s Slippery Socks but have been able to stave off actually starting another project until I get one of my current problems off the needles and into the Legendary Land of the FOs.

I just looked at the clock and it’s past time for me to settle down for the night; I’m having a challenge getting a picture of a project I’m lusting after  posted and my frustration tolerance is at a low ebb.  Maybe I’ll have better luck tomorrow.

Here’s the obligatory blog photo.  She looks very concerned, doesn’t she?

Writing is a struggle against silence.  Carlos Fuentes (b. 1928)

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