Our Latest Arrival

Last Summer when I was clearing out the study (you can search my Archives to verify) I was doing so with the idea that we would need the space because we would be buying exercise equipment.
Something to keep us moving indoors during the long months of snow and ice outdoors.

Alas, the financial gods did not smile upon us.

There came needs for eyeglasses, car repairs, tooth crowns
beyond the usual monthly bills and groceries and yarn.

Then last week, Husband said he had heard a local sporting goods store was having an end-of-season sale to clear some floor space for bicycles.  So with tax return in mind, we set about shopping for a treadmill.

Let me tell you, this is a well-considered purchase.

We paid almost as much for it as we did for my car.
(free water bottle included)

Now I have to oust Mahalia and take it for a test stroll.

~~love and Huggs, Diane
disclaimer: the machine is in the OFF position while the cat explores

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Pattern Purchases

Spring colors bookmark

Sunday afternoon, I made this bookmark.
It took awhile longer than I expected to figure out the pattern, and by square 3 I had already done an alteration.
Pretty soon, I’ll be making another in different colors.

A couple weeks ago, I was online wandering around E-Bay.
I like to look, even though I asked Husband to keep PayPal in his name only for the reason that I would become a shopaholic if I was able to just click and ship.  If I have to think about an item before I pester his tired workingman’s hands, I usually tell myself my wanting can be overcome.

On that day, however, I saw crochet patterns.

And there were 0 Bids at the time.

When I perused the Seller’s Other Items, I came upon a different booklet of crochet patterns.

The way shopping is set up, so few clicks, so much interest!

And so off to the basement I went, just to talk a little.
My husband has a soft spot for me when it comes to crochet, and so he said to send him the link and he would put in Bids and keep them on his Watch list.
This also makes sense since he is on computers all the time, but my job takes me all over the place.

While he was in such a nice mood, I also sent a link for some crochet hooks.  There were 12 in the auction, so I said $12 max would be reasonable.
He said since I was so upbeat about that particular brand, he upped the Bid to $25.

As the days went by, the Bids began to come along, and they went up and up for the crochet hooks, so we didn’t get them, even with such a high max.

We did get the pattern booklets with combined shipping.

Didn’t I say my sweetie has a soft spot for me and crochet?

Well, there is a store in Canada which has the AERO brand of crochet hooks with a Buy It Now price.
He has ordered 3 hooks for me, to be shipped directly, with no worries about Bids or timing.

Just thought I’d mention that I have life pretty good.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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Easy Weekend Past—Easy Week Ahead

We had a nice weekend here.  Well, not the weather which was cold and blowy, but events were fine.

Saturday afternoon, Husband and I went treadmill shopping.
We’ve been trying to save a little each month, but it seems like that money always needs to go somewhere like car repairs or a tooth crown.  Then we learned that a local exercise equipment store is having a great sale, and offering a no-interest loan as well.
By the time I tried out 3 treadmills, I realized that my legs really need one for routine use.
The papers are crossing desks, and I hope to be able to schedule delivery this week while I’m on Spring Break.

Saturday evening, Husband and I walked over to Uptown to see a movie at the historic Normal Theater.
Starting Out in the Evening was the title of a book I read a couple years ago.  I wanted to see if this movie was based on the book, and yes, it was.
The movie holds onto the spirit of the written words, yet stands alone with outstanding acting.  (here’s the trailer)

for Easter Sunday services, I hadn’t promised to do anything, so I got to sit back and enjoy all the hard work of other folks.
The choirs, both Junior and Adult sang wonderful.
The solo guy did an outstanding job.
The musicians showed talent with guitar, trumpet, cello, viola, violin, and the grand piano.

And the Sermon, my goodness, the minister was in top form.  Both he and the children’s storyteller were speaking directly for me I think.  I’ll have to hold these things and ponder them in my heart.

For Lunch, we deliberated awhile, then decided on a certain restaurant.  Riding our bicycles through fluttery snowflakes, we learned the holiday is an excuse to close a business for employee R & R.
There were some good smells coming from a place up the street, so we stopped there.  It was only about half full of customers.  The waitress said they had over-staffed, expecting better business.  I say that nobody wants to figure out the parking problems around all the construction zone.  Riding our bicycles on a Sunday afternoon was for the best.

Sunday evening, I did some crochet, and Husband did technician work on Chris’s computer while the son was out of town.  No better time to do upgrades than when the owner is away.

As we were getting ready for bed, Husband asked if I work in the morning.  I gave a little shout “Hell No, It’s Spring Break!”
He grinned and said he will ask me the same question every night this week, just so I can respond the same way!

My plans are to catch up laundry, rake some of the yard we missed last Fall (if the outdoors ever gets warmer, 34o isn’t ideal for holding onto a rake handle), finish crochet border on nephew’s aphgan, practice knitting before Yarn Group, dentist appointment, driving an hour to see son Lucas for his belated birthday fun (can you believe middle son is 25 years old? he was only 6 weeks old when we moved into this house) and cook regular suppers so we have leftovers in the fridge.

There might happen some other chores if I’m so inclined.
Not much in the way of socializing on the week’s schedule.
The ideas just didn’t fall together.

Talk to ya later~~love and Huggs, Diane

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A bit of Catching Up II

It seems I have some catching up to do.

I never got around to taking pictures of all the goodies purchased at the Relief Sale.

Top item was a rhubarb pie, as per request of my housemates.  Usually I buy a raisin pie because I never see one anywhere else, but Chris said that meant I would eat the whole thing myself.  I don’t think my innards or backside would appreciate, no matter how many days I stretched it over.
Rhubarb is one we all love.  Last piece gone Monday.

I asked the clerk to hand over one I could see but couldn’t quite reach across the table.  It was a rhubarb pie with a lattice look top.  That particular tool which makes the pie so pretty is a specialty gizmo, so I figured anybody who had gone to the trouble to own one of those would think pie baking is truly an art.
My instincts proved me right, that was one really good rhubarb pie.

For balance, I bought a single slice of raisin pie at the lunch counter.  The crust was alright, but not nearly so tasty as other pies I have been blessed with.

Also was a snack I love, which is Ritz crackers spread with peanut butter, made into a little sandwich, then dipped in semi-sweet chocolate which hardens.  A dozen in the package, and I hoarded them for 2 a day all week long.  I ate the last one this morning alongside my tea.

A couple little bags of dried fruit, some “puppy chow” made with cereal, Pfeffernuts, and sugar cookies which I used for my Sunday School class at snack time.  The boys liked them well enough, but were more interested in playing with toy trucks.

I also purchased 2 drawstring cloth bags size 8 x 10 inches for 25¢ each.  I figure I couldn’t get fabric for that price.  I dunno what I’ll do with ‘em yet, but my pack rat radar is on high alert.

I got a wooden, hand-carved toy whistle for $1.  I dropped it into my school bag.  Next time I’m outside on the playground, it might come in handy.  I can’t whistle between my teeth like a gym teacher I know.

For my gifts-on-hand box, for $2.00 each, I bought 5 bookmarks made with real flower petals laminated onto pretty paper and having a Relief Sale stamp on the back.  Whenever I am too busy or lazy to crochet one, this comes in handy to tuck into a card.

The stuff I donated seemed about so-so for customer pleasure and purchase.  I lost count of the potholders, what with the ones my friend Linda donated too, but they were moving along much quicker than the baby hats.  I think this time of year is the wrong weather for baby hats, so I’ll stockpile some for autumn.

My lacy bookmarks were priced at $3 each and the first one sold a minute after the booth opened.  Another one sold early next morning, then the clerk said a single person bought the last 6 all at once just before 10am Saturday.

The other bookmarks at the table were counted cross stitch, and I’m pretty sure they were leftovers from last year.  This would usually carry me onward to a rant about how it’s wrong to let donations sit in a box rather than getting the good stuff out where people can use it, but I shouldn’t go there again.  My therapist would have a hard time trying to decipher my intentions.

As you see last post, Really put in some long hours this week.
Until this morning.
It wasn’t my turn in the church nursery for the Moms Group, but I didn’t tell the SubFinder system of the school district.  I slept in until Husband was almost ready to leave for work himself.  Then I putzed around on the ‘Net, fixed poached eggs for breakfast, sat in the kitchen making small talk with my college boy.
Ran a couple errands, then returned home to put a beef roast and veges into the crockpot.

When it was time to go to Yarn Group, I was more than ready to have some fun.

And then, our new gal was back and said she could teach me to begin knitting left-handed!  So I set aside yet again the end and border of my nephew’s aphgan, went back to the storeroom, found some knitting needles and yarn.
I learned how to cast on and garter stitch.
Got 3 rows done, and the tension looks even.

I hope to knit a dishcloth by next meeting.
Since Spring Break began today at 3:30pm I think I ought to have some project done to show for all the time away from the alarm clock.

Also, I really really want to finish crocheting the camouflage colors aphgan.
The dang thang is humongous and quite warm.
This afternoon, I did get 3 rows done while watching a rerun of OPRAH and Celine Dion.

So nice having worry-free supper going in the crockpot.

My guys say supper was wonderful.  There’s enough leftovers for maybe one person’s lunch, so we might have to put names in a hat.

That looks like I have you all caught up.  Most other folks might have more to say, or other interesting questions to fish for comments.
My mind just doesn’t bend in that direction.
This is what I’m doing because the tv schedule says college basketball is on several stations.  I guess that is what they mean by March Madness.

The great supper means I made quite a mess in the kitchen.
I gotta go get the dishwasher loaded.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

 

 

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Tuesday, Tired, Untitled

so very very tired today

I have signed on for 3 days of TA Sub job as academic coach for an LD student who is mainstreamed

we follow the 7th grade class schedule such as 1st hour Language Arts, 2nd Hour Social Studies
all the way through to 8th hour App Com

traipsing up and down the halls, stuck locker door, forgotten homework

I’m in 7th grade all over again and it ain’t easy

In fact, the Math teacher wrote on the board T G I T,
which means Truly Glorious, It’s Tuesday

I also walk to the building in the morning, then home again late afternoon, which is good exercise for my body, and pleasant for my mental adjustments

in fact, today, I stopped off and made a purchase of a nicely steamed mocha latte, which I finished drinking just as I reached the neighbor’s driveway

anyways, I got much to talk about but no energy to communicate more

If you have time and energy left, go on over to see

Decrepit Old Fool wrote a fine post about

Expensive Cheapening

and Owlhaven is getting some good comments/ stories about

E-mail——> Real Mail

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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Meeting Myself Coming and Going

Another day of a busy week here.

Three different TA Sub jobs for M-T-W, then working playing with blocks and singing the Wheels on the Bus for the Nursery Childcare of the Thursday morning Moms Meeting at church, my Needlework Group that afternoon, grocery shopping, then Friday afternoon a volunteer slot in the Dutch Pantry at the Mennonite Relief Sale.
I turned down a request for me to work as a TA Sub to do the volunteer gig.  Go figure.

Friday evening, some old friends were singing on the stage in the Java Coffeehouse as a program of the MRS, so I took my volunteer’s apron out to the car, picked up my crochet bag, then came back into the building by another door to sit and listen.
As usual, when I’m in a corner with hook and yarn in hand, conversations abound.

Today being Saturday, my mister and I have a breakfast date, then I’m back out to the Sale to do some shopping.
I had a look around last evening, but nothing really called out for me, so we’ll see how much of my saved up cash I’m willing to part with.

This afternoon, I have to prepare a Sunday School lesson.  I’m a Sub for the Pre-school SS teacher, who is attending her sister’s wedding this weekend.

This evening, Husband and I have a movie date at the historic Normal Theatre.

Sunday is the aforementioned lesson plan scene (send good vibes for me folks, there are 6 energetic boys on the roster and I haven’t taught pre-school in 4 years),
then an appreciation luncheon at the church, then an organ concert in the afternoon.

The dirty laundry is piled high, and I have only one pair of pants left not in it.
We’ll see how I can manage to get that chore done.

Husband is working on his bicycle.  He’s not missing me too much just now.

Have a peaceful weekend, yer own selfs.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

 

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My hat made a good first impression

Today’s job as a TA Sub was in a Third Grade classroom.  One of the duties was playground supervisor during Lunch Recess.  Classes/ages Kindergarten thru Third Grade were outside enjoying a cold but sunny time at mid-day in the early Spring.

I was very glad I had chosen to wear my winter coat, gloves, and knitted hat.  I call it my Christmas hat because the yarn had been a gift and I worked it on my round loom on Christmas day.  The colors more or less match my coat.

A little girl about Kindergarten age came over.  She was wearing a hat quite similar to my own, and the colors matched her coat.  I recognized the knitted pattern, plus there was a pompom sewed to the top.

She stood a few feet away, obviously gathering courage to speak first to a grown-up, even one who is wearing the lanyard and ID tag of a teacher.

Finally, she came over directly in front of me, looking at a spot above my eyes, but out of the glare of the sun.

“Did my grandma make your hat?” she asked.

I was busy watching a trio of girls over in the corner who really thought nobody noticed when the pea gravel got kicked knee high.
Ah yes, another supervisor was on to their ways and went over to remind them of the rules.

I looked down at the child asking the question, and gave her a lopsided grin.

“No, I worked this hat myself” was my reply.  “Although I have made many others, too”.

She paused a few seconds, then asked “Do you know my grandma?”

She is too young to understand that a grandma has a name, so my answer was “I hang around with many people who know how to work with yarn, so your grandma could be my friend someday.  She sure knows how to make a pretty hat.” seemed to satisfy her curiosity.  She ran off to play with her buddies.

We just never know what little detail will capture interest.
I’ll bet she will be getting knitting lessons someday.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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She’s learning as she sways

Our church building has floor space under a skylight which I call the Fellowship Area.  In the days when I was the church janitor, my sons and I called it “the Acres” because it takes an hour and 20 minutes to run the vacuum cleaner over it, front door to back door.

Today during the Sunday Morning Worship Service, I was in the back by the kitchen door, sitting near a speaker rather than in a seat in the Sanctuary proper.  It’s where I sit every Sunday, this quiet spot with a chair more suitable for my aching back and my inability to sit still.

When it came time for the solo, I did get out of my chair and went over to stand by the divider for a better view of the stage.  My friend Cindy was up there 🙂

As I looked around me, I realized that the Fellowship Area was already quite busy.
An older man was sitting on a low seat rubbing his sore knee.
A three year old was admiring all the colorful potholders on the table display for the Mennonite Relief Sale.

And several mothers had babies in their arms, hips swaying back and forth in the ages old rhythm to soothe away the fussiness.

One of our teenagers had a wee little babe, maybe a newborn, in her arms.  Since she is often watching the Nursery, I assumed she was rocking a visitor’s baby.

The solo was lovely.
One baby seemed to be more calm by the end, almost asleep in his mother’s arms.

After the benediction, I went over to the teen girl and asked whose child it was.  She was treating it so tender, just like all the other moms around us.

Well, the joke was on me.
Although she has all the right moves for being a childcare provider, in her arms was a simulated baby.  I can’t find a good link to give you a better idea.  What it is, is a doll that has some electronics that make it cry like a real baby, and a ‘black box’ device which records how it is treated over the weekend.  She was on Day 2½ of a school project, and said she would be glad when Monday comes.

This reminded me of the time when I was a babysitter for one of the sims.

The “dad” was a friend of our youngest son.  They musta been Sophomores in high school then.  There was a really great band playing somewhere, and the teenage boy of course wanted to go and listen.

Since I was working in daycare then, he figured I was the required type of trusted person who could be persuaded to provide childcare.  I negotiated “my fee”, since I’m not a grandma.
Apparently, anybody not actual family in the household should be a paid professional.  The rules of the class were more strict than most parents have to put up with.

He showed me the key (the newer ones don’t have a key but have more sophisticated computer chips), handed me the baby, the diaper bag, and schedule form, and away the boys went.

Well, me and that kid had a whee of a time!
I sang songs and danced and swayed my hips and sat with it on my lap to read a storybook.
As soon as I got tired, I checked its diaper, and settled down to read my own book.  I put the baby on my lap facing outward, its head on my shoulder.

When its “dad” got back, the record showed the baby was sleeping.  We passed it across, ever so gently, me holding its head just right.  Dad, however, did not follow through, and the head dangled precariously over his elbow.
A wail like no other pierced the air.
I gave him a wry smile.  Live and Learn.
As he went to the car, the crying grew more faint down the sidewalk.
He was gonna have a looong night.

I’m glad to see such programs in school, because they make teenagers think about difficult decisions.

No simulated baby can predict the overwhelming love that happens when the child in your arms is your own.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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Picture of Bookmarks for Relief Sale

These bookmarks are crocheted of 100% cotton, size 10.

Not shown because they were already mailed off in sympathy cards, are 3 other straight bookmarks and 2 crosses.

Twelve done in 10 days, with these 7 in the last 3 days.

I didn’t get a call to work as a TA Sub on Friday, so I finished a bookmark I had started the evening before, then two more while sitting beside a sunny window.

Several of the shaded threads were in a gift box from Mary at Mommma’s Corner.  Since these will be donated to sell at the Mennonite Relief Sale next weekend, I was just the middler who worked the hook.

The University is on Spring Break this week.
The difference in traffic is quite noticeable.

This doesn’t mean that Husband is off, but still, somehow he seems more calm.  Since there are no classes in rooms, he and the tech team are able to do some cleaning and maintenance and updates.

All the geekie stuff I don’t bother to learn because I depend on him so much.

Son Chris also looks a bit relaxed.  He and a friend are using free time to be doing research for an apartment.  There are plans for him to move out this summer, even though he will have classes to finish for his Bachelor’s degree.

I say we have plenty of room here in the house.
He says it’s time to go.

I worry more about how lonesome our cats will be than whether the kid will make it on his own.

I suppose how quiet my Inbox and phone have been this week is a good thing.
I’m in the middle of getting a tooth crown replacement, and the temporary makes my mouth feel too funny to talk.

Really,  I haven’t been inclined to mingle.

I’ve been busy with my hook.
The folks at Thursday’s weekly Yarn Group are greatly impressed with my output.  One says her Show-n-Tell can’t compare to mine.

We each do our part.

Once the Relief Sale is over, our whole congregation heads towards the easy chair, for awhile anyway.

Gonna go.  Laundry to move along.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

 

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Results Going to the Relief Sale

Hello, Folks,
My hands have been quite busy the last couple months.  Our Mennonite Relief Sale is coming up, Friday evening March 14 and Saturday March 15.

I had some scrap yarn ballies, so I decided to crochet cotton potholders and work some baby hats on my knitting peg loom.  The knots don’t show quite so much with such simple items.

To get the pictures, I took a bedsheet out to the front yard on a sunny afternoon.  I didn’t get real technical, this is more for storytelling than historical reference.

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There are 30 cotton potholders that I made, plus 9 cotton potholders and 4 cotton dishcloths crocheted and donated by a friend from the Thursday Yarn Group.

Also are 30 baby hats, made of 4-ply acrylic yarn, and worked on my round knitting loom.  My hats usually fit a baby of the ages 1 to 4 months.  The hospital says they are too big for newborns, so I wasn’t able to donate any over there.  Over the last year since I learned how to knit the hats, I have given some as gifts to new mothers who truly love the cuteness and convenience of the hat for their own baby, so I’m hoping some folks are willing to buy them at the sale.

my donations went into gift bags

and carried to the church building where they will be displayed awhile before going on to the Handcrafts Booth at the Relief Sale.
A few years ago when I had all my hard work in a large clean trash bag, someone picked it up thinking it really was trash.  I had to quickly chase it down before it was tossed into a dumpster.
Ever since then, I re-use nicer bags to donate my work.

The other day, I began a baby aphgan, but there has also come a request for more crocheted bookmarks.  With less than 2 weeks to keep hook in hand, I won’t promise any more than what I can get done.

Meanwhile, my 4 day weekend is almost over.
The cross-offs on my list haven’t gone through all the tasks I had planned.

Added interruptions were a funeral for our church congregation’s oldest member (a real nice 100 year old lady and crochet buddy)
a bicycle ride with Husband,
and a phone conversation with my youngest sister.
My youngest son putting enough clothes down the laundry chute for 2 more loads, after I thought I was done for a day
and an ingrown toenail soaking and extraction (without having to go to a clinic! and it feels so much better).

Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles is beginning.
I’ll be at the other screen.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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