An Eternity

Forever is a long time, and that's how long it feels since I've posted.  All is well here in my neck of the woods. I've got a new position at work that's part time working in the office every weekend.  Monday's are for recovery, Fridays are for girding my loins for the anxiety my new position doles out and I often pick up extra work the rest of the week.  Here and there, anyways.

I won't beat around the bush here…I initially came back here tonight to revisit a post I wrote when I said farewell to 2011.  The subject of my angst left this world today and while I thought I'd feel relief, I don't.  In fact, I've thought of this person more than she deserved in the past month.  I wish I could have found forgiveness for her in all of this time, but could not.  One sided forgiveness is really difficult and letting things go without getting to clear the air is a very difficult task.  As I said back then, it was mainly because it wasn't me who directly owned the problem and the true owner hates conflict. Still, this person's behavior had a long and lasting grasp on our little family.  Perhaps it's the pity others expressed toward her plight--themselves having forgotten the pain she gleefully inflicted on others--that bothered me most.  I could not forget and I have to say at times I think she got the best of me, even in her impending and subsequent death.  Well, it's over for sure now, and time to let her go for good, so I've come to bid her adieux.  I hope it's not too hot down there.

As I said in 2011, I'm still a work in progress.  I'll try better next year.

They say...

That which doesn't kill us makes us stronger.

I was almost done in by this project, but finish it I have.  I also have tendonitis in my right elbow courtesy of repetitive motion.  Though you cannot tell because it's not yet blocked, there are beads, Estonian nupps and miles of lace.  OK, I exaggerate...only around 1,300 yards or so.  I do believe I'm a stronger knitter because I stuck it out.  While Knitty calls this pattern "Piquant", I think it's really "Extra Spicy."  Your mileage may vary.

Pattern:  Aeolian
Yarn: Findley Dappled lace weight in Wisteria.  162 grams
Beads: Czech iridescent multi-blues size 8
Needles:  3.5mm Addi turbo lace

Hope you're all well and knitting your summer away!

Don't think I've Forgotten

Because I haven't.

It's Mother's Day.  A day to enjoy the flowers and maybe plant a few in the garden; which I totally would if the temperature wasn't at the freezing mark.  Two days ago I had on shorts and a tank top and felt I was roasting.  Today I'm thankful that though I started to do it, I have not yet put all the wool away.

Happy Mother's Day, friends.

It's also International Nurse's Day which marks the anniversary of Florence Nightingale's birth.  Happy birthday, Florence, and Happy Nurse's Day to my fellow nurses.  This year for nurse's day, I got a raise and a begonia from my employer.  You could have knocked me over with a feather!  I'd have been satisfied with the plant alone, but don't tell my boss.  I'm keeping the raise.

Lastly, it's hockey playoff time!  I know I haven't mentioned it before today, but I've been watching every Wings game even though I admit to falling asleep before some of them ended even regulation play.  Never mind the games that ended in OT.  These west coast games are brutal on my sleep schedule and I've had to satisfy myself by checking the score first thing in the morning.  Tonight's game 7 against the Quacks starts at 10PM.  While I plan on watching, it'll have to wait until after the movie.  Sara is taking me to see Jurassic Park on an IMAX screen.  I'm fully expecting to be to afraid to sleep after that, so I should be good to watch the game.

Go Wings!

Long time, no see

Things.  

Things have finally calmed around here and my loved one, who was the victim of medical negligence that is beyond appalling, is making improvements and is back at home picking up the pieces of his life.  I've run the gamut of emotion from fear and grief to anger, but that's all settling down now and life for most everyone is getting back to normal.  For one, I think it'll be a new normal, but at least he lived to tell.

Tomorrow I'll return to the work that pays me a salary, but this weekend I took for myself as a breather.  I don't think I could have picked a finer weekend for regrouping.  The weather is cooperating, everything is in bloom and the house is finally getting aired out after our long, drawn out winter.  All I can I say is it's about time!

My stealth knitting has been on again and quite literally off again, and all I can say is, thank the knitting goddesses for the creation of lifelines and my good sense to use them.  Because of distraction, preoccupation and knitting with tears, I've made some pretty horrific and unfixable mistakes.  Being able to rip back to a safe spot has fixed all that and it's a back on thing with an extended due date.  I am at least half way through and have been given a two month reprieve.  It'll be done.  And it will be stunning.  I wish I'd snapped a picture of it off the needles.  As it hung from the lifeline, it was so easy to see just how beautiful it will be.

Yesterday we had a visit from Miss Rylan, who just turned one in March.  She's walking everywhere and kept 3 adults and one dog on their toes for the couple of hours she was visiting.  It's been a long time since she last visited, and her time here was a joyful one.

I hope you're all well and can forgive my neglect of this space and visits to yours.  See you all, soon.

Dear Friends

I'm back tonight with more purls of wisdom:

• When someone you love is critically ill, it's best to stick to Words with Friends or Dice with Buddies on your iPad while in the ICU.  Leave the complicated lace at home.
• If you don't heed my words and are as delusional as I seem to be, when you drop a good 8 or more stitches of lace off the needles, don't be surprised when your stitch count is off.  You'll either pick up too many or too few and rarely the right amount.  Lace is fussy that way.
• Whatever you do, when your stitch count and pattern are off, don't lie to yourself and knit an additional 1,000 stitches.  You have to stop and figure out what went wrong and fix it right then and there.  It's not going to get better on its own and with this kind of huge mistake, a repair can't be fudged.  It'll show.
• Don't worry though because you heeded that voice in your head and put a lifeline in after every chart, right?

And that right there is the rub.  I have one lifeline two charts behind me.  Things were going so well that I thought I could get away without frequent lifelines.  When I completed one chart after the first lifeline, the thought crossed my mind I should place another, but sometimes they can be a real pain in the ass to do correctly.  It's time consuming to thread dental floss through hundreds of stitches without catching markers or going through the wrong part of a stitch.

Tonight I ripped out yarn barely thicker than thread.  Thousands of stitches.  Thousands. Surgery was impossible as I could not read my mistakes and had no clue how I'd compounded the initial error by attempting to fudge, pick up yarnovers that didn't exist, knit more than one stitch together with another...you name it.  I guess I wasn't in my right mind.  It wasn't reparable in the state I'd worked it, so rip I did.  Or should I say we?  Believe it or not, it took 2 of us nearly 30 minutes to undo all of those stitches including all of those nupps and beads.  On the bright side, seeing a lace project off the needles gives a knitter a good idea of how beautiful the project will be once able to knit again in a good frame of mind.

I'm down to the lifeline now, but I've worked 20 hours this weekend and I'll be heading back to Ohio tomorrow to lend a hand at the hospital and help pick out a rehab facility, so putting those stitches back on the needles will have to wait.

In the future I'll be using lifelines more frequently.  In the meantime, I have a message for myself:

Threading a lifeline takes much less time than re-knitting thousands of stitches.

I've been waiting to exhale

I have a story to tell, but since it's not mine, I won't.  I am going to say a couple of things here which should paint a good enough picture:

1.  Time = Brain

2.  If you aren't happy with your treatment, get thee to another hospital.  ASAP.

3.  Choose the most assertive person you know to be your voice when yours is lost.

4.  Or suffer the consequences.


It's been a tough week here and our little family is suffering the consequences.  I'm really sad to learn that in some emergency rooms, "treat 'em and street 'em" is still an acceptable way to push patients through, or in this case, out of the system.

It's a damned shame.

Shhh. I'm counting!

Feeling overly worried about my son being all alone a few weeks ago, I sprang for a flight to California and sent my daughter to visit her brother.  I think they're making the most of it.  I've had sunset photos, swimming pool photos, food photos and this:

Sure, it's a Padre's game and not the Tigers, but it sure looks like it's warmer there for baseball than it is in Detroit where going to a game without a down coat is downright foolish.  I am holding out hope for Spring as I did see the sun peek out today and the high is about 45 degrees.  It's supposed to be 67 tomorrow, but as usual, I'll believe it when I see it!

I wouldn't be a bit surprised if Sara decided to move out there with her brother.  However, I'm not driving.  I'll pay someone, anyone really, to make that trip in my stead!  Even if that means forgoing the chicken fried steak in Oklahoma, I'm not going to drive cross country again in an itty-bitty car.

I wonder how long it will take her to decide it's time to make a move.

On the topic of stealth knitting, I've made it through most of the transitional chart of the piece and have one new row that includes nupps (rhymes with soups).  Now a nupp is an interesting textural stitch common to Estonian knitting that is made by creating 5,7 or 9 stitches out of one and stitching them all back together as one stitch on the return row.  The shawls from that region were prized for their beauty, but purchased by weight.  Want to make a lace weight shawl weigh more?  Create nupps.




Tonight will mark the first appearance of nupps in my knitting.  I am finding myself thankful that I bought two balls of that yarn and not one.  I'm also thankful that as the nupps appear, the beading slows down.