Misty moor sounds so much better than foggy swamp

I can barely see the house across the street today. After many weeks of temperatures in the teens (with wind chills in the single digits) we're having temps in the 40s. Lots of snow is melting and with the air warming up and releasing all that cold from the snow, fog is the inevitable result.

I mean dense fog.

And people are still driving without their lights off. I flashed mine at a few people and they just ignored me. One lady was too busy talking on her cell phone to pay attention to what was going on with traffic.

I drove about 40 mph to church this morning and 35 on the way back. I couldn't see people coming until they were right there which made a few traffic crossings a bit nerve-wracking. I crossed one highway and out of nowhere came a car from the right. If he hadn't had his lights on, we would have most likely met with screeching metal sounds. I saw him in time to stomp on the accelerator and we missed each other.

I mean visibility in feet rather than yards.

None of this inspired any confidence in Zach regarding driving again.

There is something mysteriously delicious about fog though. We were listening to Enya's The Celts on the way to church. It was so fitting. I love walking in fog and may take the Professor out in it later. Fog at night is even better for walking than fog during the day.

Tom finally sold the Ford Tank we have had sitting idle in the driveway for the past 2 years. Seriously. Two years without a second vehicle that worked. (Less the past few months we've had the Dodge Dakota.) Not to mention how much room it's been taking up. It felt so good to be able to get the car comfortably up the driveway. Even better now that the walls of snow aren't there to impede opening the doors.

Church was superb, as always. Zach was acolyte again. He finished up the year and brought a new one in as acolyte. I loved the kids walking the statues of the wise men and camel up the aisle with the cross this morning. They were so cute dressed in fine robes and wearing crowns. Zach got lots of complements today from people who don't normally speak as such to us. He really takes his responsibilities seriously and it shows. One woman told him that the reverence he shows as he walks the cross in and out really sets the mood for the service. Another man told him today that his assistance with the Eucharist was the smoothest he's ever seen.

(Old pictures from last summer. His beard and hair are longer now.)

Before he heard any of these remarks, though, he was led to ask the priest about being a chalice-bearer and she's so excited about it, she's going to start his training next week. The bishop asked him at our confirmation if he had considered the priesthood. From time to time, Zach does consider it but for now he's taking things one step at a time.

Our bishop most likely wouldn't recommend him for seminary if he knew he was gay though. He's a wonderful man and an excellent bishop, having dealt with problems in the diocese that could have turned into really stinky problems, with an measure of grace that is inspiring. But he's very conservative on the issue of ordaining gays.

Pity.

I finished the sabbatical socks last night and hope to take pictures tomorrow. It's far too dark today. I had to frog back on the sleeve to the pink & black raglan for Zach. I was ready to bind off and noticed the sleeve was about two inches too long. When I looked into it further, I noticed I hadn't bound off before I started my decreases. Aaaarrrrgggghhh!

I had to put it away for a few days as I couldn't look at it.

I'll most likely finish it up tomorrow.

I've started some plain vanilla socks with some leftover Woolease. I'm thinking green, black and cream stripes of 2x2 ribbing. Something mindless.

I want to knit a cardigan but haven't found that one pattern yet. I'll look around for it this week. I haven't mined my stash of magazines and patterns yet, just the online stuff.

I really must focus on losing weight again. Once I've fallen off the wagon, so to speak, it's nigh impossible for me to catch up with said wagon again, let alone jump back on. I wish I could just eat and not think about food all the time, which is the problem of dieting for me. I think about food, worry about food, feel guilty about food 24/7.

Quitting smoking was a breeze compared to this and I thought that was one of the hardest things I've ever done.

Well, I'm off to turn some lights on. Tom is sleeping in the living room today so I've been sitting in the dark without any noise or able to watch any television today.

Oddly, I don't care. I think I'm just burned out from all the angst. I find myself having imaginary conversations...like the devil and angel sitting on the shoulder. One part of me makes excuses and blames myself for all the problems we're having. That critter tells me that I'm being too hard on Tom and that if I just would be a better wife/person, things between us would be just fine. We would be one big happy family. The other critter tells me that's not going to happen because eventually I would make a mistake and set him off again, that I would always have to watch what I say and do (which is what my life has been like the past 10 years) and nothing will ever change.

Today I've got my fingers in my ears singing the la-la song.

I don't want to hear it.

Off to read some blogs and fill in my application for Moraine Park.

TTFN

Many thanks

Day before yesterday I was at my lowest. I had a headache that wouldn't go away (the beginning of some kind of head cold thingie), I was depressed and feeling completely hopeless. I had to go to the store, which I really didn't want to do, and the library because I couldn't renew Stargate and didn't want to pay late fees.

So I went, did what I needed to do and sat in the parking lot and cried.

Then I got a frosty from Wendy's. I mean...that's like medication, right?

When I got home there was a package on the front porch. I hadn't ordered anything in...like...forever so I couldn't figure out what it was.

It was a gift from my parents. They knew Tom only got me a calendar for Christmas and that I was pretty low. They didn't know about the the verbal tirade on New Year's Eve. I felt really bad that I had seemingly hinted for a gift. That wasn't my intent.

But...I loved the gift nonetheless. It was a bag with bath stuff in it. Honey vanilla, one of my favorite scents. But the bag is just wonderful a soft suede and fleece and the perfect size for my sock yarn and needles.




The sabbatical socks are almost done. I'll be working on warmer socks after this with some leftover Woolease that I have in abundance.

Isn't this great? Just the perfect size and so soft I could sleep with it.

I'm looking forward to a bubble bath, too. Lots of things to make me feel good.

And some wonderful inspirational literature inside, too. There was an article by Taylor Caldwell, one of my favorite authors, about a desolate Christmas she had that turned out to be full of God's wonderful blessings. And a really nice devotional.

I really love my parents.

I do feel better today. Yesterday was an energetic day. I did some major cleaning of the kitchen. I have no counter space because we have so many things Tom wants left out so I cleaned and threw three big garbage bags full of stuff away, rearranged the dining room to give us more room (and hauled some furniture off to the basement for later consideration.)

I loved it. I was so tired even though Zach helped tremendously with it all. It looks so much cleaner, more user-friendly and more open.

Tom stomped around the house playing the drama king. (And I mean he literally stomped. ) He hates it when I change anything at all in the house. If I move a coffee pot to another counter, he makes a comment on it. If I move a coffee table to a different place he makes a comment.

Too bad. It's my house, too.

I haven't signed up with Moraine Park yet. I'll do that next week I think when I go buy Zach's textbooks for next term.

I'm nervous and excited. I've done this kind of work before so I'm not worried about the course, but I have been a loner for many years and interacting with people is a bit unnerving.

Thanks to everyone who had encouragement and friendship to offer. I so appreciate it. I couldn't reach everyone through email so I'm taking this opportunity to thank you so humbly and lovingly. It meant so much to me to know there are so many out there who care.

Thanks also to everyone who was so supportive of Zach. It was so upsetting that the tirade was happening right outside Zach's bedroom and he heard it all. He's strong, though, and is okay. However, it did do a lot of damage to an already fragile relationship with his dad.

I'm off to do the weekly shopping and home for quality knitting. I'm almost done with Zach's pink & black sweater. I don't think I'm going to put a hood on it. He really wouldn't use a hood and I don't want to piece together a lot of small skeins with all the ends to weave in.

The sabbatical socks will be done tonight as well.

Stargate SG-1 season 8 tonight. And Atlantis is in at the library. I'll pick that up next week though.

TTFN

More whining

The boys got rowdy the other night and one of them got hurt. Hannibal was chasing Professor (which the Prof loves) but when Professor tried to jump up on the couch, Hannibal caught him and he landed really hard on his back leg and has been limping ever since. Now when Hannibal comes around to comfort him, he slinks away. I've been babying him because it's what I do but I have made sure he walked on it some.

Today he's gotten a bit frisky and while he still wants nothing to do with the cat, he played with his toys for a bit.

I've been working exclusively on the sabbatical sock (no pictures unless you wade back through old posts) and am on the second sock. I just needed something mindless to do for a while.

Tom wanted to talk yesterday about salvaging our relationship so, like a fool, I sat down to discuss it. I could have written the script. He gets vicious whenever you even hint at criticizing him and of course, everything is all my fault. I never claimed to be perfect or without blame in the problems in our marriage, but he is verbally brutal and blames me for all of it.

He blamed me for Zach being gay. He basically said I talked him into it and that I don't care at all about the "miserable life he's got ahead of him." Never mind there are many gays out there who are happy and whole. And that Zach came to his realization all by himself.

I'm the reason we aren't close as a family because of a myriad of reasons, the biggest being we don't eat together as a family. He sleeps until 8 p.m. I'm not waiting dinner that long and when school is in session, Zach is frequently in class in the evening.

I spent the evening a bit shell-shocked from the vehemence of his diatribe. As always, once he gets me crying, he feels better. It's like a release for him.

He even made a joke about it last night before he went to bed.

I was up until 5 a.m. though. Knitting on the sabbatical sock. Staring into space and wondering what the heck I'm going to do.

I also found out he went to Zach and told him that I was the reason he and Zach didn't have a relationship. Yeah...he blames me for interfering in their relationship but look what he tries to do to mine. Apparently I threatened to leave and take Zach away if Tom didn't leave him alone.

Sorry, but that's not the truth. Not by a long shot. Good thing Zach didn't believe him.

I'm going to Moraine Park this week to see about the certified nursing assistant program. I may need to be on my own for a while.

And I really don't care if he reads this. He's acting today like we're one big happy family because he "needed to vent like that."

And he's never sorry about anything no matter what he says. Again, I could write the script. After he got it all out he told me he was sorry but he could have been saying he was going to go take a nap for all the remorse. But he insists if he says he's sorry, I'm supposed to believe him no matter what his body language or tone of voice says. (And scarily enough, he's going to do some studying on body language this week.)

I know I'm probably running off the few remaining readers but I really have no one to talk to. My family doesn't want to hear it and I have no friends in real life. Haven't had any in 21 years of marriage.

Tom says that's because I don't believe anyone is good enough to be my friend. Again...everything is my fault. I can't have anyone over, is one problem. He's always here unless we're asleep (he works third shift.) And he hovers. I have no privacy at all.

Truth is, I don't think I'm the one who is good enough to be anyone's friend.

Whine, whine, whine.

So sorry. Off to my pity party.

Winter Wonderland

Boy howdy did it snow! One of the most beautiful snows I've ever seen.

This is the view looking north out the front door. That's the mail truck in the distance.

This is the view looking south out the front door. (I was standing on the porch taking these.)




The back yard. There is a highway behind all those bushes.

My clothesline. I've got clothes hanging up in the house on racks. I don't think they would dry outside these days.


I finished the Ocean socks so I now have three pairs of toasty warm socks and won't have to wash socks every night. I've got my thinner socks but I save those for church or dressy occasions.

Zach and I went out at dusk to shovel the sidewalk and driveway. We always get our neighbor's (to the north) house, too, because she's a shut-in but the snow was so heavy that my back was aching by the time we met halfway. The neighbor to the south of us came home while we were shoveling and got his snowblower out and did the driveway where the snowplow had left a huge wall of snow. I take back what I said about snowblowers.

I'm thinking of moving all my stash downstairs if I can find a place for it. The upstairs reeks of cigarette smoke. But maybe it's too late and the damage is done. I'll just have to wash everything and let it air out when spring comes.

I'm working on the pink sweater tonight. I found some more black Woolease so I'll have enough for the hood as well.

I'm also working on my sister's sabbatical socks. Stitch by stitch. Row by row.

Off to get some quality knitting while watching SG-1, season 7. And I haven't even mined Atlantis yet. Come June when the cable deal runs out, I'm canceling cable permanently. I won't be tempted again.

TTFN

Warning! Snark attack.

I'm almost done with the Ocean socks. I might have finished last night (or at 6 a.m. this morning when I was up still knitting for reasons I will discuss later) but I held up the second sock next to the first one and discovered I had an extra pattern repeat on it so I had to frog back, pick up stitches and turn the heel again.

I hope to finish tonight. I really need the extra socks. I can't find the pair I knitted last summer. I'm sure they will show up by spring. Or maybe August, more likely.

These are snug, which I like. My other Woolease socks are huge on me. They grow with each wearing.

This is what I got in the in-law gift exchange. My sil's boyfriend had my name and bought me some Lion Brand Organic cotton in pecan (one skein) and a pair of size 17 wooden knitting needles with my initials burned into the top. I've been searching my stash of books and patterns and all the available online patterns to see what I can make with one skein and I think I've settled on a cloche of some kind. I thought about a baby hat and booties but I wouldn't want baby things that had to be hand-washed so I won't do that to anyone else. Especially since the only person I know right now who is pregnant is a doctor and I'm sure she doesn't have time to do any of that.

I can't get over how soft this cotton is. I don't know if I can work with Peaches & Cream ever again.

Well, of course I can. I'm versatile.

I guess my sil liked my gift. I knitted a pair of socks, a cloche and the Creeping Fern scarf. Or whatever the heck I named it. And I knitted a wee sock out of Christmas yarn (and it came out beautifully striped) as an ornament. Apparently her mother had knitted her one years ago and she lost it so she was glad to get another one.

I've got one sleeve to go on Zach's Janda. And the hood. I didn't mind the pink in Red Heart but the black was a nightmare. Not only was it so coarse to the touch but it was a different gauge. I had two skeins of Woolease left over so I used that for the sleeves. The gauge was near-identical and the feel of it is similar. Why is one color soft and another like cardboard?

I think I am done with Red Heart aside from what I have left in my stash. And that is a considerable amount.

So I'm not sleeping these days. Tom came home from hunting with some life-changing news and I haven't slept a full night since. Plus, I've gained nearly 20 of my hard-fought pounds back. I really hate it when I don't get to be part of decision-making but that's the way it's been for 21 years.

Christmas was a bummer but that's not a surprise either.

My dad is doing much better. I've talked to him twice this week and he really sounds good. That is the best Christmas gift.

I got season 3 of Hamish Macbeth from the library last week. I hadn't seen the two part series ender. Wow. I would have cried but Tom came in during the climax scene and started talking to me while standing in front of the tv. After he left and I rewound it, it just wasn't the same.

I'll shut up now.

Off to knit some more. I've rediscovered the joy of knitting these past few weeks. Now if I could rediscover the joy of UFOs.

TTFN

Done!

All my shopping and Christmas knitting is done. I really didn't do that much but I had it to do quickly.

My father is much better. Thanks to all who expressed concern. I'm sorry I didn't get back with you. I've been pretty depressed lately. I talked to him Wednesday although it was a short call because he had to do a breathing treatment. I do know that this was a wake-up call. This is a time God has given us to prepare. I think it will be sooner rather than later and that makes me sad. But it also tells me not to take any moment for granted.

Zach finishes his semester with great scores. Straight A's. I'm so proud. I'm also so glad to be out of the car for days on end. I spent a lot of time at school the past couple of weeks because of his study groups. Next semester will be as bad with more travel time since he has two classes in Fond du Lac. Hopefully by his senior year he will be driving.

Yes, he's been behind the wheel of the car a few times. I have to let it be his idea, of course, but he's been doing better with more confidence in himself.

Went to Hobby Lobby today and picked up some more 16" circs in size 3 and 5. I'm trying to round out my collection. I also picked up some acrylic on sale. Some brand I've never heard of but it felt soft and I liked the color. I got enough for a sweater. I want to make an Aran next.

But now I'm making Zach a hoodie. He wanted pink and black and all I could afford was Red Heart Supersaver. It's not too bad. I had to fidget with the needles to get the gauge I wanted and it's soft enough. It will wear well. I'm using this pattern. The body is pink, the hood will be black and the sleeves black with pink stripes.

I've got two pairs of socks on the needles. This pair in Woolease, a light sage green heathery color. And a generic pair in fingering weight sock yarn.

It's raining now. The fog was terrible the past few days and amazing how many people are out there driving in it without their lights on. I know they can see, but we can't see them. It's supposed to start snowing later and we have to drive to Franklin tomorrow afternoon for Tom's family's Christmas party. I still have to wrap my gifts and he still has to start on his. (We have to make the gifts ourselves.)

I'm convinced he has a procrastination gene.

Off to work on pink sweaters.

I hope I'm back for good now.

Don't make me say it

It's a little hard to concentrate today. My sister called last night and my father isn't doing very well. He's had emphysema for years and time is taking its toll on him. He's sleeping a lot more, is weak when he tries to stand and gets exhausted moving from the couch to his bed...a distance of less than 12 feet.

I've been thinking of our tempestuous relationship over the years. I never seemed to be able to please him. He would often make fun of me or ridicule me, all for the sake of a laugh. But I never doubted that he loved me. See, I know what his childhood was like. The fact that he was able to love us as much as he did is amazing in light of how neglected he was. How did he learn love when he was shown so little of it growing up?

I know my mother had a lot to do with that. She could grow love in the bleakest heart. And she grew it in our hearts, my sisters and me.

For the first time, she's okay with my sister coming down to help her with Daddy. Always before, she and Daddy would take care of each other and didn't want our help at all. I remember when Mom had heart-valve replacement, he kicked us out (lovingly) because he wanted to take care of his wife. And according to Mom, he did an excellent job.

That she is willing to accept help tells me how scared she is.

I can't get down there for a couple of weeks because of Zach's school. I'm still debating whether to go down just yet. I come from hearty stock, let me tell you, and I'm not convinced the end is in sight yet. He's bounced back from some pretty serious stuff before. Emphysema, double bypass, meningitis, cancer.

But he's on my mind a lot today, especially in light of a decision I've been mulling over for the past several weeks. It certainly makes the decision a bit easier, I think. I can't discuss it publicly but those of you I know pretty well, I can tell you privately.

Oddly, thinking of him only brings to mind the good times. And they were many. He loved to go for drives on Sundays. He loved to take us on vacations. I remember the one vacation he tried to take with Mom without us kids and they ended up coming home days early because they both missed us so much. And we were disappointed because cousin Linda was babysitting and we were going to stay up late and watch Godzilla. Cousin Linda is one of the funniest people I know and watching a Japanese horror flick with her was better than Mystery Science Theater 2000.

I know he is proud of me. I hear it from other people. I also know how hard it is for him to admit it to me. It's okay. He doesn't have to. These things don't matter anymore.

None of that matters. What matters is he's been a good father and a good husband and a good grandpa. If a little cranky at times.

I'm glad I've been able to come to a place of peace in our relationship while there is still time to enjoy it. We've had some pretty good conversations the past few years, without any rancor. And I suspect we will have a lot more.

At least, I hope we will. I'm not ready to say goodbye yet. Don't make me say it, Daddy.

Creeping Fern Scarf

Stitch pattern most likely from Barbara Walker's Treasury. I've seen it out there in many incarnations.

Materials: Any worsted weight yarn or lighter, depending on what you desire. I used Caron Simply Soft Tweed in Sage. I used two skeins of it with a bit left over in the second skein, but you can make it as long as you want. If I had more time I probably would have made it longer.

Dimensions: 58 inches by 7 inches. If you use wool, it will probably block wider but I used acrylic so I didn't bother blocking.

Needles: I used size 8 circulars because they are easier on my shoulders. You could use straight needles as well. Again, needles size will depend on what you're looking for in the finished product.

Gauge: Not important. You can adjust this pattern to make as many repetitions as you want so the kind of yarn and size of needles is entirely up to you.

This is my first pattern so I hope it's okay. Feel free to use it and abuse it. Make a ton of money off of it if you can. Since the main part is the pattern stitch, I hardly feel like I can lay claim to the pattern exclusively. Anyone could come up with this. And probably has.

And now...onto the pattern.

Cast on 33 stitches.**

Knit 6 rows garter stitch.

Row 1 of pattern: Knit 3, p1, k1, p1,*k2tog, k2, yo, k1, yo, k2, sl 1, k1, psso, p1, k1, p1. Repeat from * one time to last three stitches, k3.

Row 2 (and all even rows): K3, purl to last 3 stitches, k3.

Row 3: K3, p1, k1, p1, *k2tog, k1, yo, k3, yo, k2, sl 1, k1, psso, p1, k1, p1. Repeat from * one time to last three stitches, k3.

Row 4: K3, purl to last 3 stitches, k3.

Row 5: K3, p1, k1, p1, *k2tog, k1, yo, k5, yo, sl 1, k1, psso, p1, k1, p1. Repeat from * one time to last 3 stitches

Row 6: K3, purl to last 3 stitches, k3.

Repeat these six rows until you achieve the length you want.

Knit 6 rows garter stitch. Bind off loosely, weave in ends.

**If you want to make it wider, simply add 12 stitches per pattern repeat. I added 3 stitches (p1,k1, p1) to the first pattern repeat for symmetry. The pattern itself is a 12 stitch pattern.

ETA: I already found a mistake. I put the row repeat too soon. It should start with the k2tog on each odd numbered row.

We's back

Ha! It was the cable company's outage. And I suspect that's what it's been all along. You should have seen Zach speed dialing trying to get to a tech rep last night in between internet shutdowns. He finally got through and they told him in their not so upfront way that, yes, they were experiencing internet outages.

And then we had another one that lasted the rest of the night.

After an unsuccessful boot-up of the modem this morning, we rebooted the modem and we've been online all day.

Didn't make it to church this morning because there was a wall of snow at the end of the driveway three-feet high. We finally all got out there with our respective snow shovels and got the driveway, our sidewalk and the elderly neighbor's sidewalk. I seriously wonder about people and their snowblowers. Doing it with a shovel was hard work but we were better off for it. Okay, I'll give Warren his because he's in his 70s but the studly young man across the street? This is the guy that uses a riding mower on a yard that is only marginally bigger than ours. less than a quarter acre. And rakes his leaves with said mower.

Same with the young couple across the street from them.

Our next-door neighbor and his wife were out with their shovels while all three of us were out and it was a very nice time.

Oh, well.

I finished the scarf. I'm going to call it Creeping Fern because it looks like the leaves are creeping up the length of it. I'll try to write it out tomorrow. I just used the Fern stitch pattern that I got from who knows where and added a bit to it to make it seem a bit more symmetrical.

I've started on the hat but don't have size 3 circular needles in 16 inch so I'm using size 4 but knitting a bit tighter than I normally do. I'll switch to size 3 dpns when I start decreasing though. Meg has a lot of hair so she probably needs a bit more room. Since it's a cloche, the size won't be as critical around the face.

Then I'll make some fingerless mitts if I have the time. I feel so...strange...knitting monogamously like this. I look at my other projects and whimper but I'm on a schedule and need to be done by Dec 23. Not fair, I tell you. They need to draw names sooner than November.

I was talking with my mother today and realized I have to get Rylee's and Shae's gifts out this week if I want to make sure they get there on time. I still need buttons for Rylee's cardigan and need to weave in the ends on Shae's blanket. I don't know what I was thinking.

Tons of stuff going on behind the scenes here driving my stress level through the roof. I'm not sleeping but I am eating way too much. Nothing of a catastrophic nature but changes are being made that I will be able to talk about eventually. But it's not knitting-related.

At least not entirely.

I'm feeling very one-dimensional with my blog of late, feeling like there is more to me than knitting. I know this is a knitting blog and I still love knitting very much but I feel like I'm more than just a knitter.

There was a discussion on Ravelry about where it wasn't appropriate to knit and it surprised me the number of people who thought there wasn't any place that was inappropriate. Someone knitted while she drove with her knees. Scary, huh? I sure hope she's not in the same state I'm in.

But I got to thinking about it and while I do think that sitting in a meeting knitting could be appropriate, knitting in church isn't. Or knitting while at a performance. Or knitting at a wedding or funeral.

I mean...is knitting so important that we can't be away from it for a minute? I can see using it as a stress-buster while stuck in traffic, but grabbing the knitting at every stop light? Or needing to knit so much that you risk yours and others' lives because you can't be away from it that long? Knitting in long lines? Why not? You're not hurting anyone. It's down time anyway. But knitting at a performance that people have worked hard to perfect (or in the case of your children, that they have worked hard to just get the production on) is offensive to me. Why bother going if you're not going to give it your whole attention. And what message does that send to the performers and crew?

And isn't church about God and not about how many inches you can knit on that sock?

Maybe I'm just being obnoxious about it all but it seems like some people are making knitting the end-all, be-all of everything.

So...I've made some decisions about my blog. While it will be about knitting, I'm also going to talk more about things that interest me, that complete me as a person. I also want to talk about more than my mundane day.

You know..."got up, washed dishes, cooked meals, knitted, watched television, went to bed."

I want to be more than one dimension.

So...I may or may not get a bit controversial from time to time. I may talk about religion (although never politics...not that ever) or things dear to my heart.

I may lose readers and for that I would be very sorry. But I would be sorrier to be less than who I am.

I most likely won't be able to blog every day though. Zach's schedule is quite a time-devourer and I will be looking for a part-time job very soon so the time crunch will be on. But I hope to make the blogs more real and more interesting.

And maybe even more interactive.

I so appreciate all of you out there. You've made me feel special, like I had some value to my life. I hope I don't let you down.

But for now...off to knit the Rivendell cloche (see below.)

TTFN

Same thing, different day

Still having internet problems. I replaced the cable with one for high speed/hdtv capability and am still having problems. It may be the storm we're having but I doubt it. If it doesn't clear up by Monday, I'll call and have them back to fix it.

Unfortunately, when we lose the internet, we lose our phone as well.

More on this saga later.