Smile after Awhile

On the Sunday before the Relief Sale, a table for display of donations was set up in the Fellowship Area at the church.
A pile of counted-cross-stitch bookmarkers were laid out between my pile of potholders and Aunt Deanie’s scrubbies and knitted dishcloths.
I looked through the whole bunch, each one a bit more lovely than the last.  We asked all around, but no one could put a name to who might have worked all those bookmarks.  There must have been 20 or so.
I believe someone knows someone, but I haven’t gotten a direct earful yet.

Anyway, I really liked one with a rainbow.  There is a loosely held rule which says that all donated items should go onward to the Interstate Center for the Sale.  The idea is to put the word out, not to have all the volunteers call dibs on beautiful things.

On that Friday, I did a bunch of set-up in the Dutch Pantry.  I had stuck a $5 bill in my pocket, then left my purse locked in the trunk of the car so I wouldn’t have to keep an eye on it.
On my dinner break, I went over to the Needlework Booth and bought scrubbies as promised for a friend.  A curly fries to eat cleared out the money I had on me.

I checked, and sho nuff, the rainbow bookmark was still on display.  I’m usually a person who wants to see direct results, to have the finish in hand rather than a theory for ‘someday’.
This tendency often brings sighs from my Husband.

However, I wasn’t about to go all the way out to the car for more money, then make it back to my work station in a limited time.

So I said to myself “If it is still there tomorrow, I’ll buy it then”.
I was so proud of myself, delayed pleasure.

On Saturday, I went to the Relief Sale to be shopping.
The first table I stopped at was Needlework, and YES, the bookmark with the rainbow was still there, along with only 4 others.

Of course, I bought it.  Destiny speaks.

I’ve got it holding place in a crochet pattern book.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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Doldrums of a Spring Day

The rains came down, and the puddles formed big.  Husband used up much of the weekend getting water out of a corner in the basement.  A towel, squeegee, dehumidifier machine, and even the air conditioner.  Owning property is almost as difficult as nagging a landlord.

I watched a rented dvd of The Lake House.  I decided the Deleted Scenes should be re-inserted when the movie is put on dvd.  It would help much with understanding the plot.

The outside thermometer touched the number 70F today.  There are crocus and daffodils blooming in yards up and down the street.  Looks like the month of March will go out like a lamb.

This morning, I returned the dvd to the store, and mailed off a couple things at the post office.  The walk might be recommended by the podiatrist, but my left knee did not like it one little bit.
I had to take an analgesic when I got home, which made me sleepy.  I had a half hour nap, with Mahalia on my lap, in the corner of the couch.  I would say sitting still for so long offsets the walking, which means I’ll have to start it all over again tomorrow.

The school district is on Spring Break this week, so no chance to be called in as a TA Sub.  I probably should be doing something really productive like clearing space in the Study.  I took a nap until the idea passed.

If a Survey-taker is going to call, it would be better for her if she does it while I am sitting at the computer playing Solitaire, rather than a minute after I’ve taken a load of permanent press clothes out of the dryer.  I can’t help but get a bit testy when I say “No, Not Interested.”

Exciting News? You didn’t see it here tonight.

‘til Later ~~love and Huggs, Diane

 

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One Little Name on a List

Newspapers got such a name because what was reported in them noticed the unusual happenings, making what was written seem so much different from what is considered normal living.  It was NEWS, the stories about robbery or accidents, or floods.
It wasn’t until recent times for the ‘feel good’ stories.
I suppose it had something to do with the cost of paper and ink.

After awhile, a notice in the paper became a necessary step of getting something to become legal, making sure all parties concerned had a chance to speak up to claim debt.
When my husband became Executor of his dad’s estate, the lawyer’s assistant saw to it for the little ad in the Classified Section to get printed.
When I was taking a class in Illinois State Government, I asked the Instructor about the Legal Notices for all kinds of situations, like beginning a business or adoption of a child.
So many requirements get written about in itty-bitty type in a newspaper.

I suppose this says something about the way my thoughts tend to lean toward the shady side of life.

KUDZU Click on picture for full comic

As soon as I bring in the newspaper on a Sunday morning, I sort through and find the section where the DIVORCE notices are listed.  It’s not usually in the same place as the Obituaries, although Death of a Marriage can be just as important.  I look in the paper because their website does not Update such information until Monday.  There is a business to maintain, after all, so buying a paper means we get it sooner than logging online.

Anyway, a few times in the Sunday edition, there have been names I know on the list of Divorces.  At least one, I knew it was coming, so seeing it in print was the Finale of some hateful bickering.
Another was merely my acquaintance, but I worry about their school-age children.

The third was so sad that I began crying into my oatmeal.  The guy did not see it coming.
Last Fall, it so happened that I ran into him at the bakery about a week after his wife left, taking their daughters with her to her father’s house, and leaving her husband a handwritten letter.  He was making excuses for her, saying she was so emotional that she couldn’t talk to him face-to-face.  My own opinion is a coward running hard and fast.

We ended up sitting for an hour on the bench in the front of the store while he poured out his life’s story and his heartache.  We were so long together, he was so choked up, that the bakery owner came over to see if everything was alright.
I’m not an expert marriage counselor or anything, he just needed a somewhat amicable, though not so familiar, buddy to talk with.

Their name was on the Divorce list last week.  I’d estimate about six months paperwork to wipe away 16 years as a family.

Heaven knows, much as I love my spouse, there have been times when I didn’t feel like I should even bother to turn the car into the driveway.  My own mother did not believe that George and I would still be together a year after the wedding.  For our 25th anniversary, she wrote a note in the card about how she didn’t think we would last, but we proved her wrong.

Even after 26 years, every once in awhile, I’ll get up in the morning and stare out the window at the beauty of Nature in the backyard, then promise myself that one more day will set things right again.  I can’t stay mad much longer than a day, I like hugging too much.
And with menopause, the hormones are not wreaking havoc every month, so I’m trying to mellow without getting too ritualistic.

Plus, there’s that little spot in the back of my mind that tells me to not let my name be in the newspaper on the Divorce list.
Somebody in the county could be reading the paper over breakfast and have a shock like a needle jabbed into her heart.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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Being Creative Elsewhere

As so many of you mentioned, I haven’t been near this blog, nor even the computer, in quite awhile.  Not to worry, I’m still here, just not writing so much about what’s happening.
You may surmise that my creative juices were elsewhere.

The Illinois Mennonite Relief Sale happened last weekend.

for my donation to the Needlework Booth
I crocheted 12 pairs of potholders

done with 100% cotton 4-ply yarn, size G hook

These all got worked on after I finished the pastels baby blanket mentioned a couple posts back.
I tied and tagged them at $7 a pair, and when I checked near closing on Saturday, the only pair not sold was Christmas colors.  I guess it was difficult to think of Yuletide on St. Patrick’s Day.

Last Friday, I was out of bed at 5:50am and gone at 6:30am. I returned home once for about 20 minutes, then again for a shower and lunch.
For the Relief Sale, my main jobs were in the Dutch Pantry section.  I stocked for 3 hours, then clerked the baked goods table for 3 hours.
Finally in bed that night about 10:30pm.

This week, I worked up 2 more pairs of potholders as gifts, 4 straight bookmarks by a request, and a cross for a sympathy card.  I don’t have pictures of them.

My son Lucas was visiting and he said I really did have quite an output of crochet items while he was here.
His cat Scratchy is adorable.
Our cats are not gracious hosts.

Wednesday evening was the last of this season’s Family Fun Nights at church.  Other than a bit of paperwork, I consider it nice memories.

My husband says that when I get into the mood, in company with like-minded people, I am a little whirlwind of activity.
He says it would be good to be so busy while also bringing in wages, but I’m taking steps towards there.  Besides, nobody from the school district called me in as a TA Sub the last couple weeks (mixed blessing).

Yesterday, I began a bedspread cotton baby blanket for a little one expected at the end of May.
Creative hands keep working.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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It Can’t Happen to Them

As a citizen of a town which surrounds a big state university, this article about price of birth control on college campuses is disturbing for me.

As someone who had a baby before getting a college degree, I can say that a $20 jump in the expense of birth control pills will have many repercussions for when formal education gets completed.

Our society takes humans in their finest health for child-bearing years, when Nature’s urges are most heated, then sends them into college student loan debts without floors or ceilings.

Sure, tell them to abstain coupling until financial support is viable.

Better spend an extra $20 now than to have a kid to raise.

Yeah Riiight.

The phrase “it won’t happen to me” is echoing inside my head.

Alongside “trickle down economics” and “welfare mothers”.

It’s a good thing the American College Health Association noticed this before I did.
However, their heads-up wasn’t soon enough to get on the original exemption list.

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What was all the fuss about?

There is no reasonable explanation as to why I used up more than two hours of my precious time watching Brokeback Mountain.
Thank goodness it was only $1 to rent the dvd.

I should have paid more attention when my MrDOF wrote about it.
The pretty mountains and river scenery were lovely, but gheesh, there’s a reason the original plot was only a short story.
Star-crossed lovers and penniless drifters can be counted like putting quarters in a trinket machine.

Probably I was thinking I could get some good crochet time in.  Until I laid it down to check the stitch count and found a mistake 4 rows back.
I did get the back side of a potholder done, but I had thought I could do the whole.

Tonight’s the night for messing with the clock.
I’d better get to bed.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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Catching up

You might surmise that I am quite busy In Real Life during the week I haven’t written anything for the weblog.

And Yeah, I’ve been busy.
None of it bringing in a paycheck.

Most important is that the girl kittycat, Mahalia, had to go to the animal hospital and get checked over because she didn’t keep down any food, and did tiny little pellet solids in the litter box all weekend.

X-rays are inconclusive about a foreign object blockage in the bowel, and an enema brought forth we’re not sure what.
Absentmindedly, I let her go outside, and did not think of a stool sample until I saw her scratching under her favorite bush.

She’s on antibiotic pills and only canned food twice a day and I’m keeping a watchful eye on her.  She’s sleeping right now.

I called my mom to get a cousin’s phone number, then received an update on all her medical news.  She’s doing fine, considering her age and health history.

There are 5 pair of potholders done for the Mennonite Relief Sale.  Very colorful, plus I got new yarn, a couple balls on clearance and 6 on sale, at a store I rarely enter.
I was so glad I did, since one color is discontinued and I already have some in the bin to match for stripes.

Maybe pictures later.

The dentist put in a nice white crown for me on a bottom left molar.

I’ve got Date Bar Cookies in the oven, getting ready for the third of the series of Wednesday Family Fun Nights at church.

Speaking of, you might have heard of a bus accident in Atlanta, Georgia last Friday.  The passengers were the baseball team of Bluffton University.  I’m not going looking for links right now.  I don’t personally know anyone involved, but I recognize names from Women’s Retreat and a friend’s cousin had a son who perished, one of the six victims.

My own cousin lived in Atlanta, and still owns a rental house there.  During a phone call, he said he could remember taking one of his daughters on that interstate exit while she was a teen learning to drive because he wanted her to have a first impression.
He was on the interstate about 3 hours after the accident, and had to drive a detour while the bus wreckage was being cleared away.  He said reports were all over the news on tv, radio, in the newspaper.  I told him I was reading websites for hours at a time, to the point that my guys here in the house actually told me to ‘give it a rest’, there’s not much I can do from this distance.

Last Sunday morning during worship service, our minister asked members of the congregation to stand who have connections/ relatives/ education with Bluffton U.
Many did.  We all share with the loss.

Gotta run.  I’m tossing stuff into a box, cookery type things towards supper.  Still not sure how this plan is going to come together.  So far, each evening, we’ve managed to feed everybody while receiving high praises for fine dining pleasure.

~~love and Huggs, Diane
ps today would be my dad’s 76th birthday

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Part Rayon makes it soft for baby

From my point of view, my crochet is becoming a rerun.
Lately, I’ve been quite busy with real life, so the crochet is a heap of items where the patterns are easy, the stitches routine.

Most definitely, something nice does come of it.  A couple weeks ago, there were folks who paid good money at a fundraiser for a few of my cotton potholders and a couple bookmarks.

This past weekend, I was glad to have something handy which I didn’t have to count, it was just back and forth over and over, while Husband was snoozing with the IV drip going.

latest baby blanket was worked in double crochet in 10 days

The sides measure 42” by 44”.  The hook was a size I, much larger than recommended for the thread which is Aunt Lydia’s “Shimmer” Fashion of 64% cotton/ 36% rayon and gets a whole new story itself.

Ya see, when I’m making something for someone I know, someone I want to do a bit extra for, I will usually pay full price for yarn or thread and work a fine pattern.

Most of the time, when I crochet, I am simply working with hook and thread because I need to keep my hands busy, my ADD mind in rhythm.  I tend to look at Clearance bins, use coupons, take whatever anyone from church gives me in a bag to be able to have the next project.

This shimmer yarn usually has a price of $4.49 for 124 yards, probably because of the rayon blend.  One day last summer at Hobby Lobby, I found 4 yellow, 2 blue, 4 lilac in a basket for only 50c each.  Those are pastels baby colors, so I thought being such quality thread even at low price, I would work it up into something personal and soft.
However, the bag, still with receipt inside was on the top of my yarn bin, so it’s what got made next.

Whenever folks would see me working with such pretty yarn, they asked who would be the lucky giftee.  When I mentioned the 50c a ball, they could hardly believe it.  Most unusual, to discount certain types of thread.

With the tension of the last couple weeks, I’m thinking this nice thread won’t need to wait for just the right person.  I’m going to donate it to the Mennonite Relief Sale and let whoever wants to buy it believe it was made speshly for them.

I’m also going to work on a bunch of cotton potholders.  Apparently, they sell well in the Needlework Booth.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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Soup for Supper

When I was younger and learning to cook, my mom often said the menu had to be what was already in the house.  She didn’t like grocery shopping very much, plus we had all kinds of home-canned goodies on shelves in the storeroom.

Today was one of those days when I really didn’t want to be going out to the store.  I decided I should follow Mom’s advice and use what was here.

I went to the other end of the laundry room where we keep foodstuffs on built in shelves.  I found a can of pink salmon with the Use By Date of Nov 2006.  Would something in a can go rotten?  It was intact, the ends didn’t bulge.

I brought it to the kitchen and opened it.  Both the cats were beside my ankles in seconds.  Apparently, they thought it smelled just fine.

I set the colander on a bowl and emptied the fish to drain.  After it did that for a couple minutes, I forked out a tablespoon into each of two small bowls for the kittys, then put the whole set-up into the fridge to keep the cats away from temptation.

I came over to the computer and went to Chicken of the Sea and found the Recipes page.

Perusing the layout, I found one for Asian-Alaska Noodle Soup with a list of ingredients already in the house.  Except for the sesame oil, where I used sunflower oil.

Asian-Alaska Salmon Noodle Soup

Preparation Time: 10 minutes after water boils

Ingredients
12 oz. Chicken of the Sea® Skinless & Boneless Pink Salmon
16 oz. frozen stir-fry vegetable mix
3 oz. package oriental or chicken flavor ramen-style soup
4 green onions, sliced
1 Tablespoon fresh grated ginger or 1 teaspoon rice wine vinegar
1/2 teaspoon sesame oil

Directions
Chunk salmon.
Bring 5 cups water to boil in large saucepan.
Add stir-fry mix, cook 3 minutes.
Break ramen noodles into 4 pieces, stir into water.
Add onions, ginger, garlic soy sauce, rice wine vinegar, sesame oil and ramen seasoning packet; simmer 3 minutes.
Stir salmon into soup; heat through.
Serve immediately.

It doesn’t give the number of servings, but there’s plenty.
I would estimate maybe 6 bowls.

I can say it was tasty and definitely nourishing.
I won’t make it real often, unless the guys rave over it.

On the other hand, it makes fine blog filler. 

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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Where’d the weekend go?

The phone did not ring this morning to call me in to be a TA Sub.  Just as well, I didn’t want to have to make the decision to go out into the weather or to have my husband alone most of the day.
He says he would be fine, but I tend to hover.

Ya see, the story is, we had a couple days of the weekend kinda zipped out of life.
What began as the usual trip for Saturday morning breakfast got side-tracked when Husband felt a sharp twinge in his right side.
At first I thought it to be appendicitis.

Several tests and specimens at the ER proved it to be a kidney stone.  He was admitted Saturday evening, passed the stone Sunday morning, and we got home mid-afternoon.

Right after we ate something for lunch, each of us took a nap.

This morning, we got up and went for breakfast.  It was like a Saturday, except how pale the skin of his head looks.

The outing about did him in.
It’s good he decided to use a Sick Day.
He’s taking a nap, with Oscar all curled up on the bed beside him.

Maybe I’ll do the same on the couch so I don’t bother them.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

Find his view about the last couple days at Decrepit Old Fool

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