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GOLB: Gratitude, & On Life's Blessings

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knitting notions as hug from Above

Drove up to Wright's outlet in Sturbridge, MA with just one child. I hoped to find the dangle kind of row counter and circular stitch holders. Couldn't find the dangle kind of row counter, but I found circular stitch counters for a song! WOOO HOOO! I love those things. I think they're SO helpful. I also had a personal "Eureka" about an easy way to make the dangle kind of row counters that I like so much. So, I scooped up a bunch of the circular stitch holders (and a few other things I suddenly needed :lol: ) and then headed out. On the way out, my child found boxes and boxes and boxes of free knitting needles. The sign literally said "Help yourself". Granted, they're straight needles and not super high quality, but hey... Free is Free. I scooped up a bunch of sets of those for St. Francis Knitters and any knitting group we might start at my church. A hug from Above. I bet if I went back today there wouldn't be any free knitting needles!

NICE

I've been tagged as a Web/Blogging Nice Person by Michele Q of Family-Centered!

http://family-centered.com/learn/2007/09/01/well-isnt-that-nice/

I'll have to sit down and make a list of 7 others whom I think are nice and who inspire me.
That'll be a fun item for my To Do list. :-)


(This blog hasn't worked quite the way I thought it would when I started. I was a lot more impacted by my mother's death and the events that followed than I ever dreamed I would be. Not that I didn't expect to be impacted by my mother's death. I had dreaded that for a long time, and especially at the end when she was so very ill. I just NEVER envisioned that what happened after her death would have happened. So, I got side-tracked. And... I admit... for the last year and a half or so, I have found it quite a bit harder to be grateful and contemplate life's blessings than I should. I should be grateful and find life's blessings NO MATTER WHAT. "Gratitude must know no limits", as my email signature reads. We should be grateful for even our trials and tribulations. OK, so I'm grateful for all that's in my life. But it's too hard to write about it, especially on a regular basis. How's that for a compromise? I'm grateful, but lousy at expressing it lately. I aim to improve.)

I saw a cedar waxwing yesterday and ....

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I managed to make a chemo cap from one skein of Aiko. I didnt pay full price for the Aiko. Who could afford such? A local yarn shop is closing its doors (boo hoo!!!:cry:) and so I got some Aiko at 60% discount. :yes:

One Skein Aiko Chemo Cap, c 2007 Esther Paris
Fits snugly on medium-sized adult female. (Chemo caps are supposed to be snug, and soft.)





Requires -
  • One skein Aiko yarn, any color [Yarn doesn't get much softer than this. It's like knitting a cloud. Honest. Feel it to believe me.]
  • size 10 [6 mm] circular needle, 16"
  • marker
  • Size 10 [6 mm] DPNs, or second size 10 [6 mm] circ., or a really long size 10 [6 mm] circ (You can do the hat top on DPNs, 2 circ's, or Magic Loop. Doesn't matter. All work equally well. I'm a Magic Loop or 2 circ's kind of gal.)


Cable cast-on 56 stitches. Join into round, being careful to avoid twisting stitches on needle. K2P2 rib for 10 rounds.
Stockinette stitch for 20 rounds.
(K12, k2tog) repeat around. 52 sts
(K11, k2tog) repeat around. 48 sts
(K10, k2tog) repeat around. 44 sts
(K9, k2tog) repeat around. 40 sts
(K3, k2tog) repeat around. 36 sts. Yes, this changes the pattern and adds a second 'swirl'.
(K2, k2tog) repeat around. 28 sts
(K1, k2tog) repeat around. 20 sts.
(k2tog) repeat around. 10 sts.
(k2tog) repeat around. 5 sts.
Draw remaining yarn through remaining 5 stitches at least twice. Draw up tight. Bring remaining yarn to inside of hat and darn in. Darn in any inch or so of yarn tail from the cable cast-on.

I only had about 6 inches of the Aiko yarn wasted when I was done with the cap.

One thing or another, gratitude

Recently I was awakened far earlier than I prefer by a big thunder and lightening storm directly overhead. I was grumbling about it and a friend reminded me:
- I was actually ASLEEP before being awakened
- I have a roof over my head
- Nothing bad happened.

Amen to that. Thank you, precious friend, for the reality check.


Now, to this week... It's one thing or another...
The kiddos had a big swim competition this past weekend. I had to get something from my car. It was FAR too long a walk in the sun and heat to go AROUND the fence and all the way to my car. So, I pretended that I'm young, thin, and limber. I climbed through the fence to get to my car. That worked well. But, on the way back, my shoe got caught in the fence, I lost my balance and I went flying. I landed very hard on my left hand and arm. Youch. I was in total pain. I kept ice on my hand and wrist all afternoon, and then put heat on my elbow at night. Woke up the next day with a second degree burn on my arm. Aye yi yi.

I guess God was telling me to slow down and think. Now I have to take care of a burn while my elbow heals.

I don't think anything is broken, just badly bruised. It's now more than 48 hours since I fell, and I have most of the range of motion back in my hand and arm.

I allowed people to help me on Sunday. I was to lector at Church and couldn't carry that heavy Lectionary book over my head down the aisle. My oldest child dressed up very nicely to carry the book in my stead. (I could still read it OK, although I usually use my left hand to keep my place on the pages in order to look up at the congregation.) But Father asked someone else to just bring the book to the lectern for me. I was blessed with enough humility to graciously accept this unconventional handling of The Word. After Mass I explained about my fall, my arm, and my burn. How humbling. I guess it's time for me to admit I'm not young, not limber, and not thin.

Happy birthday to Mike

Today is my little brother's 41st birthday. Pity, we lost him when he was only 17. Days like this really eat at my spirit. I'd just like to stay in bed and not deal with any thing or any one. However, my vocation is presently motherhood. There is no room in the schedule for mom to stay in bed, facing no one and no thing.

I have four kiddos, three on a swim team. The day started with a swim meet. It was a good meet. Every kid on both teams swam well. They impress me so!

The kids and I went to LaSalette Shrine for noon Mass. We had some time before Mass so we went to the Rosary pond. We saw fishes, big and little. We saw a turtle. We heard a frog but couldn't find him. The older three kids tried to catch dragonflies and damselflies but weren't quite speedy enough to manage that today. However, one damselfly alighted on my head, another on my right arm, and one on my third child's right leg. A cedar waxwing alighted on a pole right near us. Since I rarely see cedar waxwings, this was a total treat.

Mass was nice. Todays' readings were: Ex 14:21—15:1 (the parting of the Red Sea), and Mt 12:46-50.

Let me post the Matthew reading:
While Jesus was speaking to the crowds,
his mother and his brothers appeared outside,
wishing to speak with him.
Someone told him, “Your mother and your brothers are standing outside,
asking to speak with you.”
But he said in reply to the one who told him,
“Who is my mother? Who are my brothers?”
And stretching out his hand toward his disciples, he said,
“Here are my mother and my brothers.
For whoever does the will of my heavenly Father
is my brother, and sister, and mother.”

Father's homily was about "how can we each be brothers and mothers to Jesus?"

Since I was sitting there with all four of my kids, and couldn't help but be thinking about my own brothers and mother, the reading had quite an impact on me today.

After Mass we lit a prayer candle and sang Happy Birthday to 'Uncle Mike'.

None of my children ever got to meet him.

Twenty-four years is a long time ago. Does the pain ever go away?
I think not.
It lessens.
It eases.
It changes.
But it's never really gone.

Grief doesn't wear a wrist watch nor carry a calendar. One never knows when the monster called Grief will spring from its lurking spot and strike.

But if one can think a sign from above is saying "Thanks for saying Happy Birthday", then I think it would be three damselflies and a cedar waxing, a pretty turtle, a singing frog, and some brightly colored fish.

Brushes with fame...

I'm "one degree of separation" from Einstein, Martha Stewart, Bill Gates, and the Yarn Harlot.
My uncle was friends with Einstein. My cousin knows Martha and Bill. And my sister's on the
Yarn Harlot's web page in one of the photos of the Webs event.

But wait! There's MORE!

Today I found out that I have a close relationship with Katherine Heigl.
She's in my town filming 27 Dresses.
The filming crew is using up every single available storage unit at the same storage unit
complex where my mom's stuff is still awaiting new homes.

Ah... I guess I'm only one degree of separation from Katherine Heigl, too. We technically
are sharing the same storage unit complex.

Granted, I've never met her. Certainly never bought her a cup of coffee. But I haven't
met nor bought coffee for Martha, Bill, Stephanie, or Albert either.

Maybe as I clear out the storage unit, I'll encounter Ms. Heigl. If I do, I'll buy her a
cup of coffee. :-)

Not guilty of gluten...

Where do I go next?
Kid3 and I got glutened a few weekends ago. We had narrowed down all the suspects to
two: Santitas Corn Chips from Frito-Lay, and Ball Park Beef Franks from Sara Lee.
Bought the Elisa-tek gluten flow-through test kits. They arrived today in the big
brown truck.
The Corn Chips and Franks don't register as having 10ppm or more of gluten.

I don't know what to make of it.

And more - do I dare eat or feed the rest of the chips? (The rest of the hot dogs were quite nasty-looking after sitting around for so long. Tossed them out without hesitation.)

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Today's amazing proof of His love for me - giving blood

I gave blood today. What a great reason to celebrate that is.

If that's not patently obvious, here's a bunch of reasons to be grateful for giving blood:

1 - I am healthy and strong. My blood is useful.

2 - I have access to transportation to get to the blood center.

3 - I have a schedule that allows me the luxury of going to give blood.

4 - Any child (children) I take with me is (are) a source of pride, not causing any problems during the time I have to be away for interview, or donation proper.

5 - I can be someone's hero.

In addition to those five reasons to be happy about giving blood in general, specific to today's donation were:

a - saw a yellow and black butterfly on the way. A 'hi, how are ya?' from my brothers. I believe it was a tiger swallowtail: http://creatures.ifas.ufl.edu/bfly/tiger_swallowtail_fig1.htm

b - the trees were so pretty on the long unpopulated road that led to the blood center,
each a different shade of green

c - I got my mug that says "SIXTH GALLON". Yes, I've donated six gallons at this one blood center alone. I've donated other gallons elsewhere. Here's a picture of someone ELSE's RIBC mugs: http://audioknits.typepad.com/audioknits/images/mugs_1.jpg My sixth gallon mug is a deep blue with red lettering. Love it.

d - I learned something new, about TRALI.

e - I have a spiffy bright blue (robin's egg blue) bandage, and a "Be Nice To Me" sticker.

f - I've earned my yawns today.

"Help me see"

I've been trying quite hard to incorporate Fr. Pat Martin's (http://www.awildcanary.com/) advice into my life. He told me to pray EVERY DAY, First Thing, to Mother Mary and my own earthly mom: "Help me see God's love for me today."

Today I saw it a couple of ways:
- a red-bellied woodpecker sighting That's an unusual sighting for me. Never figured out whey they're called red-BELLied, when it's the back of their heads that's so eye-catchingly red.

- a lovely letter from a friend of my mother's

- helpful, friendly people at the Toyota dealership, who tried their best to solve my problem at the least cost

- my latest toys (some books) came in the mail today

- I have learned that I have a second skein of Mountain Colors yarn around here some place. The store from which I purchased it was kind enough to look up an old receipt and confirm that I did, indeed, buy two. I will keep looking until I find that second skein! It's here SOMEWHERE. It's truly yummy yarn. I'm glad I bought two. I've already turned one skein into a hat and mitten set. Can't wait to knit the second skein. It's this: http://www.kyarns.com/dynamic/mountain-colors-48s-wool-wildflower.jpg in 4/8 wool.

- A dear friend's child turns four today. TOTALLY a reason to shout from the mountaintops and celebrate.

- Weather to enjoy

- Had the energy to get a smidge of housework done. Not that any one will notice other than me. But I am happy to see it.

yellow

Today I saw not one, not two, but THREE goldfinches. Flashes of yellow to bring such glee to my heart. Plus, a yellow motorcycle. Not a yellow BMW motorcycle, but a yellow motorcycle any way.
My beloved late brother said HI to me four times today by sending me four yellow surprises to
delight me.

Turned in the license plates for my mother's car today. Had to find the nearest DMV in her state, and then get there. Turn in the plates, take the receipts for the plates, and try not to bawl.
It was actually relatively easily and I should have done it a few weeks ago. I had forgotten
until I opened my trunk to put in groceries and saw the plates. "oops, gotta turn in the plates"
Once in the DMV, it only took about 5 minutes to turn in the plates and get the receipts. I
didn't have to stand in a line at all. Of course, I had brought crochet with me, expecting to
wait in a queue. I had let my youngest bring in a yo-yo, also because I was expecting to wait
in a line. I guess that we had no waiting to do because we were prepared to wait. Or, maybe
the fact that this yucky errand was easy to do was because my mom said 'HI'. The hardest part
was finding the place and not bawling.

It's nearly a year since mom's been gone. Sunday is my first Mother's Day without her here.
Wednesday I missed her very much, as my older children sang so beautifully at the Nursing
Home, to delight the residents. I would have called my mom to share a brag moment with her.
She would have been thrilled to hear about the kids' adventure at the nursing home with the
choir. She would have told me what a blessing my children were to the nursing home residents.
I would have delighted to hear it. Instead I have to settle for imagining how the conversation would have gone.