Umm, It’s Friday, Right?

My last post seems to have caused a few grins!  Wish I could muster up such enthusiasm more often.
I began this month with good intentions for NaBloPoMo National Blog Posting Month, except I chickened out of actually submitting my name in time and putting up the logo.
It’s just as well.  Being on my feet in the church kitchen for 9 hours last Saturday, I didn’t feel like writing when I got home.  Oh wait, when I got home, we went out again for wonton soup and to see a movie.
And so, here I am as usual, writing while the mood glimmers.

My hook and yarn are busy with a project brought home from the Yarn Group.  Somebody’s bags and boxes of donations covered the whole top of a table.  In one bag was granny squares done in sport yarn baby colors.  Some were already sewed together, then 3 plastic bags full of squares in proper colors.  I took on the job of arranging the contents into something pretty and finishing the whole deal.  The person who made all the squares is right-handed, so an added vexation is me trying to line them up and connect straight while being a leftie.
I agreed to this because the reds Prayer Shawl pattern was getting too frustrating.  I keep losing the count, so it seems I have pulled out more stitches than remain there looking pretty.
I can’t sit and chat while working with it, and I haven’t had inclination to be alone and concentrate.

Now that I’ve brought up the subject, I do believe my mind is leaving.  Thank goodness this is the week for the blood levels test at the lab.  And yes, the thyroid medicine dosage has again been reduced and now stands at 125 mcg.  I’ve taken pills 2 mornings, and can already feel the difference with my memory problems and muscle aches.
What bothers me most is the medical people seem to think all this is to be expected.  Like I have time and money to keep experimenting.  I told the CNP who prescribed it to give the lowest dose possible.  I was taking 150 mcg in August, and that month was lost to me.  I remember a couple blips of certain activities, but mostly I remember feeling weak and dizzy.  The day I slept 16 hours (2 hours at one stretch, upright for an hour between) is one I don’t wish to repeat.
Each time I have the lab work, the phone call comes telling me what’s going on, and seems a bit surprised that not all is well.  A person who doesn’t have health insurance would not be able to stick around for the full course.
I’m losing patience with the whole scene.  I’m thinking the brisk walk around the block and nodding to the neighbors does just as much good as taking a pill with plenty of water.
We’ll see how I am the next 6 weeks during holiday activities.

Speaking of, Lucas is coming home for Turkey Day.  From the afternoon before to the evening of.  Not a long time, but he’s got jobs to work while classes are not happening.  I’ll have to make sure his bed is ready for sleeping, even if only one night.

Well, I’ve probably caused enough shrugs for now.
Nothing much going on worth mentioning.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

 

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Nose to Nose

Nose to Nose
Shortly after I woke up Sunday morning, I had a slight nosebleed.  This seems to be a side effect of having a central air, gas burning furnace.
By the end of a steamy shower, all seemed well with my sinuses.

Until mid-morning when I sneezed a couple times in the church kitchen.
It didn’t seem healthy to do a big nose blow while standing next to a couple trays of brownies, so off I went to the Ladies Room.  It also didn’t seem polite to hole up taking space in a stall, so I stood off in the corner with my tissue in hands, and a finger in my left nostril.
In walks a young mother, and her daughter about 3 years old.
Apparently, instructions had been given, because mother entered center stall and child went to lean against the far wall.

It’s been awhile since I’ve been so close to a girl her age.

I watched expressions cross her face.  She was doing what her mother told her to do, but neither had anticipated that another person would be in the room.  I could tell she knows to not talk to strangers, but she sees me every Sunday, so it might be okay. It was really bothering her that I was doing something quite obviously improper in public.

Finally, being such a little girl, and very, very curious, she had to ask or she might very well explode.

“What are you doing?” she asked, just as I completed another foghorn blowing.

It was now her turn to watch my twitchings.  Several politically correct sentences bubbled up in my mind.  Perhaps this was a ‘teachable moment’ for positive reinforcement, such as I learned in the Edu Psyche class.
Or I could be a grump and tell her to mind her own business.
We were in a rest room, for pete’s sake!

I walked closer, dropped the tissue into the trash bin, all the while looking at her, really trying to find the best words to reply.

Then my dilemma seemed like it could be settled.

“Clearing out my dance hall,” I said. 
“The boogers were having a hoedown.”

She looked a bit surprised that I said anything.  Then she looked confused, not quite understanding if she was in trouble.  Maybe not knowing the meaning of a couple words I mentioned.
From the stall came her mother’s snort, then a soft giggle.
Upon hearing that, the child looked relieved, then more confused.

I turned to the sink and washed my hands.
As I put the paper towel into the trash, the mother emerged.
I gave her a half smile by raising only one side of my lips.

As I walked out the door, I heard the girl say
“Mom, she said boogers”.

I didn’t wait to listen to the response.

During my youth, I heard my dad and my grandma say some of the darndest things.  Maybe it doesn’t seem so crazy that I should hear them coming from my own mouth in similar situations. 
~~love and Huggs, Diane

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Shopping not fun at all

Monday afternoon, a call came to me saying that the position I had interviewed for at the school cafeteria went to someone else.  She said she will keep my app as a Substitute.  If I want to do that, there will be a bit more paperwork.  Flu season is coming, so there is a good chance I will be working most days.  She described the uniform, and I have only one proper shirt in the closet.

Meanwhile, I went white pants shopping.  I had to go to the mall anyway, to have my glasses adjusted.  It is next to impossible to find white pants in November, especially in my hefty size. At the 4th store, there was some white denims, which I deemed will be alright.  At the 6th store, another customer mentioned I should go to a uniform store, and told me where is one about 4 miles away.  Apparently, I don’t get out much.  Last time I was driving that road, there were soybean fields.

The mall was bright lights and bad music and my head was pounding.
I like walking around the block with my stick much better than walking slick floors with so many other people to bump into.
I decided to come on home, especially since my glasses haven’t felt this good since I got them a couple months ago.  Next time I’m there, I’m asking for the manager straight out.

Outdoors is raining and cold and gray.
I think I’ll put on some music and crochet awhile.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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Part of the being busy

The wonderful smell of brownies baking is wafting through the house.
Though easily done from a mix, I couldn’t tell ya the last time the oven brought forth such goodness.

Sadly, they will be going over to the church for snack time.
Maybe a couple pieces can stay home, if my nose has much to say about it.
~~love and Huggs, Diane

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Not much time for here

I just finished writing, by longhand, several lists to cover the next two days.

There is to be a Worship Festival at church, and someone asked me to do the kitchen stuff.
This includes ordering the Sub Platters from the sandwich shop, grocery shopping beforehand, then hours and hours in the kitchen at the church building.

Right where I wanna be, fixing snacks and meals.

Whenever someone mentions all my volunteer time, I just shrug and say that I could never be the choir director, so I work where I’m able.

I’ll be taking along the hook and red yarn in my carry-all bag, just in case there is some down time when I can sit in the back hall for R & R.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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What I’m Working On

the last 3 bookmarks for awhile

clearance bin at Hobby Lobby provided a bountiful stash
Sinfonia yarn 100% cotton sport weight

six of the lighter red called Granate
three of the darker called Burdeos

this is almost my favorite yarn to have in my hands

~~love and Huggs, Diane

I’m thinking another striped Prayer Shawl in time for Christmas

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More than Yarn made it funny

The other day I was at the public library looking for something else, when I came upon a book by William Taylor. Knitwits c1992

Being a part of the needlework group the last couple months has made me very aware of yarns and knitting and craft sale preparations (as if my years of crochet haven’t been more than adequate).  And a book whose cover picture of a boy sitting on a closed toilet with yarn and knitting needles in his hands definitely needed further investigation.

The Synopsis is: “Nine-year-old Charlie Kenny’s life becomes chaotic when he gets himself into a bet that he can knit something for the baby his mother is expecting.”

This morning, I read it.  It’s reading level is maybe for a Third or Fourth Grader, so I had no problems finishing in just over 2 hours.

Many memories from younger times came rushing in—about a strict teacher, the class clown, trying to get something done as a secret surprise while living in the same house with the surpris-ee person.

Even though its main character is a boy, I’m not sure any of my sons would have liked it during their grade school days.  Even most girls would find the story a bit contrived, since each person seems to have a position to carry the plot along.

It does fit the politically correct notion that a boy can learn to knit and a girl can get into trouble with the hockey coach for cussing.

The book was a nice way to pass a couple hours when I should have been doing chores or making phone calls.

And I’m so jealous of the author’s ability to get me to laugh at the teacher’s exasperation, a father’s attempts at housekeeping, and a neighbor who should probably mind her own business.

A witty turn of a phrase is talent indeed.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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Away he went

My mister went away for job training in Chicago for awhile.
This morning he kissed me good-bye in the parking lot and went into his office like it was any other day.  He said I didn’t have to wait to see him away on the train.
I was sitting in the kitchen reading the paper when I heard the whistle.  An hour later, he called from the train with his cell phone.  He said the whistle I heard was not the train he was to board.  He was on one which was about 45 minutes late.
So much for AMTRAK having a prompt schedule.  It seemed to be just as well that I hadn’t waited.  Although I would have liked to see him climb the steps of the train, just like in the movies.

I have applied to be a Substitute Teacher’s Assistant in Unit 5 Schools.  Today, all the paperwork got turned in, my fingerprints recorded, photocopies done.  This seems to be the way to get an IN with a good school district.
I get the idea that permanent positions are promoted from within an already established employee pool.

I made sure I had a couple wetwipes in my purse for the mess I expected with the ink during the fingerprinting procedure.
Turns out, it is all done with a laptop computer.  The clerk held each of my fingers and rolled them over a second screen while a little light traveled across like a copy machine.

This is the time of day when his bicycle comes up the walk and gets parked in the garage.
I didn’t especially miss him until now.

Keeping busy, though.  A meeting tonight, laundry to fold, a shopping list to get ready.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

 

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First Tuesday of November

Today is Election Day in the United States of America

Get Going, People!

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A pleasant time for walking around the block

The sky is overcast, the temperature in the high 40s Fahrenheit.

somebody did alot of raking yesterday

not all the leaves have fallen yet

the street where I live

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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