Pass The Hot Chocolate!

Pass the Hot Chocolate!

It's winter! (No. Not in the picture over there <---)

Most of our province has some snow at least, some have 80 cm or more. We all have cold, Northern winds that freeze to the bone! Some parts of the country are under a cold snap so intense, the authorities are advising not to let pets out unsupervised.

What do Canadians do when it's too cold to play outside? We go inside!

Betty and I escape to Second Life. We've moved to Kymmer and no longer own land in Charn. Originally, it was mostly a financial decision. But as we've distanced ourselves from Charn, we've learned of some political issues there that we aren't thrilled with. Well, we're all entitled to our differences in opinion, so we sat back and re-thought our priorities. What did we want to do with our time in SL? What was fun, what pissed us off? Our friend and business partner once said "SL is supposed to be fun", and I have hung on to that, adding, "If it's not fun, it's time to change things" So we did. We moved, again, but this time to Kymmer, a sim owned and created by our friend and brother, Dal. (He's the dark, demonic looking fella in the picture) Betty now has her beach, which I have fallen in love with. We have the EXACT same house that was in the show Charmed. We now have horses. We have so much room to play in, and a workshop to build in that is simply IMMENSE! I cannot gush about Kymmer enough.

Dal has come a long way since we first met him, and he and I have had many conversations that are always enlightening in one way or another. I can't believe I'm saying this, because I swore I'd not move again, but I'm glad we moved.

So now I've taken on another project. I was bemoaning the lack of a good fantasy oriented magazine within SL one day when Betty said, "Then just make one yourself"

So I did.

There are many in-world magazines in Second Life, but as in real life, that doesn't mean they're all good. I have discovered a bit about myself in the process of creating the first issue. Apparently I have high standards, and apparently I really enjoy

becoming a magazine editor and publisher. So, the magazine is called

Fantasy Follies. Yep, that's the logo over there.

It's my hope that we will shine the spotlight on some of the best fantasy related items, performers, builders, places to live, shop and play. There's a wide range of things waiting to be written about, because everyone's idea of fantasy can be so different. Obviously, anything looking like anything LOTR is fair game, as well as high fantasy, low fantasy and, wait, what's low fantasy you ask?

According to Wikipedia, "Low Fantasy is a sub-genre of Fantasy fiction in which the setting is the real world with the addition of fantastic elements. The word "low" is used to indicate the quantity of fantasy in a work and not the quality. The subgenre was created when overall fantasy genre split into high and low fantasy in the early twentieth century. Within the fantasy genre, low fantasy is the opposite of high fantasy, which takes place, partly or entirely, in a completely fictional setting.

But even that definition has boundaries that are always being pushed. Nothing is static, especially not in Second Life. There are Dwarves, Elves, and Hobbits of course. But there are also Furries (avatars that are animal like in appearance), Tinies (avatars that are half the size of most), and Dragons. Werewolves, Fairies (or Fae as they prefer to be called), Vampires and so many more. Most folks would say that none of those are real, unless you work for the National Enquirer. That makes them "fantasy" creatures. And therefore, fair game for Fantasy Follies.

So I've got a lot to write about! I already have a staff, and some are proving to be more reliable than others, so I'm learning here too as we go along.

Knitting ? Heh, none lately. Terrible I know. It's winter, the season of my guilt-knitting when I drag out the projects that have languished for months, forgotten until the thermometer says IT'S COLD LADY!

I was going to pick up one of those projects last night, but was surprised by the traditional Christmas concert instead. So with three hours notice, I bundled up Shandon and myself, and off we went to his Christmas concert. This year, he played the trumpet in Jazz Band, and did a wonderful job! I got all of three pictures, all of which I am frustrated to say turned out too dark and grainy to share with anyone. Even my parents! For some reason, the school turned their lights down. And my flash only bounced off the big heads of the tall people in front of me.

Sigh

Well, maybe he can bring the trumpet home and I'll get a video to share...that would work.

Till next time!

When Did I Grow Up?

I hardly know where to begin tonight, so much has flitted through my mind lately. This is flu season, and I've done my share, thank you. I've already had it. At first, we thought it was a chest cold, but in mere hours, I felt worse. I started feeling bad at supper one night, but by bedtime I felt horrible. Shandon had already had this, so I knew what was coming, I thought. I got it worse. Yay, me. Anyway, I ended up taking two days off work, sleeping and feverish. It took two weeks to get over the bug and get my energy back. This was only one reminder that I am no longer young.
Lately, I've also noticed quite a few more grey hairs upstairs. No more the scattered few over my ears, now I have a prolific bunch on top as well. And as much as I know I could dye them, I really don't want to. I feel as though they are a badge almost. Not of honor, but a sign that I'm an adult now, you know? I don't suppose you'll understand unless you're over the age of 40 yourself.
This has been a cool, wet fall that fairly raced into winter-like weather, complete with hail yesterday and snow for my parents! My knees object to it, they don't like winter, they don't like cold. I have very opinionated knees.
Yet another sign I am no longer young.
The most alarming sign yet though was a very long conversation with my mother the other night.
We got to exchanging news. She told me the favorite house I lived in up there (on my own) burned to the ground. She told me most of the town is working again, and she brought me up to date on the new store and her knitting projects. And then she off-handedly mentioned she was two years aways from retirement.
"Wait, back that up?" I said, hardly believing what my brain had told me it heard.
"Kid, I'm 63 now, remember? I have white hair. You're 40. You didn't expect me to stay 36 forever, did you?"
I was speechless.
For years, when people asked how old my mother was, I told them she was 36. Not out of stupidity or a desire to keep her young, just for me, she stopped aging at 36. One day, I assumed she must be close to 45, so that became her magic number. Then 50.
And now I am forced to admit that my mother is 63.

This opened a whole new can of kickass.
Now I am forced to admit that time is screaming ahead, never mind crawling. I am forced to admit that my parents are aging, and I am more ill-prepared to help them financially then ever before. I always thought I was going to send them a little something every pay, but now I can barely make ends meet here in my own little world.Thoughts of my parents mortality flit through my mind before I can chase them away, and I can't help but wonder how they are really doing when they aren't on the phone for an hour with me.
And I wonder when this all happened.
When did I grow up and get old?

Knit two, purl four, carry the one, divide by pi, square root…

So much to do, too damn much work.

Work truly gets in the way of enjoying myself. I stayed up and on Second Life till after 2 am last night talking with my sister/friend Chate, about the book we're collaborating on. We're both very excited about it. It's a fantasy/futuristic tale that holds a lot of promise, we think, to be an epic. So, we were hashing out details while floating in a pond in Second Life. Very soothing...waterfalls, the loon, the company of a friend....ahhhhhhhhh. That's George the therapy bunny and I hanging out, enjoying the fall colours at a friend's place.

So I started another pair of socks yesterday on the bus ride into work. You should have seen the looks I was getting as people realized I had more than two needles! This is the easy part, the leg. When I get down to the heel, I will have to leave this sock at home until I get past the complicated stuff, and into the foot. Once I get to the foot, I can take it back on the bus again and do the mindless knitting. This sock is in Bernat Cashmere, in a cancelled colourway, "Ocean". I'm thinking these will go to Braydon. I'm noticing more and more demand for warm socks. Debra wants some, the boys need some, Betty and I always need more, and now a co-worker who runs a shop wants some for her store! If I could just make at least $9.00 an hour off of them, I could quit my job!

So the yellow baby blanket is nearly done. I am working on the last seed stitched edge, then I have to wash it and block it in the hopes it will lay somewhat flat. I'll be glad when I can finally pass it on. I have been working on it so long, I'm nearly sick of that shade of yellow. And then I think I'll be knitting nothing but scarves for the homeless and socks! I may need some more size 3 and 4 four-set-needles.

Wonder if I could talk Betty into picking me up a set of 3's the next time she's in Walmart?

Second Life

My real life has never been boring. Ever.

Why then, did I get hooked on an online universe called Second Life? I'm not sure how it happened, other than, it was fun.

It is not a game, in the traditional sense. it is similar to Sims, but with more interaction and better graphics. it is user created, with more options than I'm sure you want to hear about.

Anyway, my point is that I've made some interesting associations in Second Life (also known as SL)

I have made acquaintances, and friends, and we even have a home in SL now. We have had a couple, actually. Right now we are living in a region owned by a friend. We have a large skybox that resembles a castle. It has more room than we know how to use at the moment! Below that, about 600 meters below, we have a park-like area, with a library. Next to that piece of land, we went in on another piece of land with some friends. That's a picture of it off to the left there. Well, a part of it. Off to the right of the waterfalls is a tipi and stone ring we use for seating around a fire. It has become quite the social gathering area. In the pond you see, there is a loon that swims, floats and dives, as well as sing his loon song. Below the water is a Mermaid gazebo and garden, and a few fish. It is all very peaceful and pretty.

Very relaxing.

Later on, I'll tell you a bit more about our Second Life.

Peace, Love and Yellow-ness

Remember last entry I went on about my new Mac computer? That wasn't enough geekiness for this family. We had to go out and buy an iPod.

I got to pick the colour, a small thing, but I was impressed. (It's deep purple, just so you know) So now I'm an avid listener of podcasts.

I have a few faves so far. On the knitting front, I have developed a strong affinity for Cast On, and the voice of Brenda Dayne. She has a soothing, melodic quality to her voice; instantly soothing and welcoming. (Actually, I think I mentioned this before) She has inspired me to pick up knitting that sometimes sits ignored. The yellow baby blanket, actually. It's difficult to ignore a project, even though it is destined to be a huge mass of yellow-ness totaling hundreds of stitches, when listening to a woman who has knit many, many sweaters!

The baby blanket I've gone on about, from time to time has changed intended recipients, because in part I knit so slowly and because the universe just kind of slants me one way or the other, and I believe that the universe has "tilted" me away from the blanket's first intended recipient.

Sound obscure?

Bear with me for a moment.

The other night, as I was putting my boys to bed, one of my sons asked me about fate. The context of his question seemed ridiculous in the moment, but it got me wondering about what goes on in his head. Why would a 13 year old be asking about fate? 

I answered his question, and he realized that I believe in a combination of fate and free will. 

I was raised on traditional Ojibway teachings, and a lot of that is still with me, but I also believe in a few other teachings that are very organic. I do believe that our souls go to another place when our bodies pass. In this place, I think each of our souls determines what it wants to learn next, through experiences and significant associations our bodies are going to make with other people. I also believe that we choose the families we will be born into, as a way of learning through experience. While each of us learns something different from our friendships, arguments and conflicts with significant people in our lives, we contribute something to them as well.

And so I believe that certain people come into our lives for a reason.

By extension, I think the yellow baby blanket was intended for someone other than who I thought.

A convoluted way of getting to my point, I know, but I hope it was a little clearer than mud.

This blanket has always been intended to bring warmth, and caring, and good wishes for the baby, no matter which baby that is. Kind of like a prayer shawl. Are you familiar with these? While knitting or crocheting a shawl, a prayer is said or good wishes whispered. There is no hard and fast rule about how one puts these prayers (or wishes if one is not "religious"), the point is to create with love and harmony in your heart. Some folks put on soft music, or inspirational tunes, light incense... whatever brings them to a place that allows them to create in the right frame of mind. A lot of knitting groups are creating these shawls for folks that are suffering from disease or suffering through the loss of a loved one. They are beautiful in their intent.

It was this kind of project that I had in mind when I started the baby blanket. Something peaceful and beautiful that would love some of me behind.

Like I Needed Another Obsession?

I'm going to take a break from knitting  a cute little hat in green and white, for a friend of a friend, to  blather on about the newest thing in my life. Tax season is easy  at our house, and for almost a whole year we plan how best to spend it. This year, Betty talked me into spending part of the return on a new computer for this desk. My desk, but since everyone uses the 'pooter it doesn't really feel like mine alone.

Anyway, I've been lusting after a Mac for a few years now. A friend of ours has a couple out west, and I've always heard such good things about them that I am naturally drawn to play with one whenever we go to Best Buy. This year, at last, I had the opportunity to buy one.

So I did. An iMac that just barely fit within the overhang of my desk. I won't bore you  with technical, geeky details, but allow me just a moment or two to effuse about how sleek and modern it looks. 

It is beauty within a square. It has some killer curves and it's.... slim!

And the things it does....omg. I have never seen my photos this clear! 

I have a new obsession.

Podcasts.

I thought the Yarn Harlot had a podcast, so I went looking last night. No luck, but I did find Cast On, and instantly fell  for Brenda Dayne's voice. Listening to her is like sitting down with an old friend and visiting while you knit. I listened to four of her podcast installments, and the only reason I stopped was the fact that I was tired!

You should really check it out. Seriously.

I haven't gotten a whole lot of knitting done lately. It's all been about work. 10-12 hours a day. There's a lot of pressure to get the store and my books up to snuff, and this is the only way I know how to do it... for now. Oh, I want to knit. I have the baby blanket I'm still working on, and the little hat I mentioned before is for a friend of Tammy's. I'd be tickled if I could knit at work, but I can't see that happening. someone would piss me off and I'd run them through with a knitting needle.

I wonder if that would constitute  a charge of assault with a deadly weapon?

Reflective Socks

It seems I'm smitten with socks these days.
The one you see to the left is Shandon's sock, knitted with Bernat Satin, in the "surf" colorway. It's super soft, and I figured since Mom had gifted me with so many balls, I'd do something useful with them.
So the question is, will I finish the pair before he outgrows them?
It was quite a shock to realize he fit my socks, so I made it easier on myself and knit to fit me.

His 13th birthday is in just five days, and I was sitting here this morning wondering where those 13 years went. I remember well the storm that hit Sault Ste. Marie, Ont. the night he was born. I remember craving pizza, and my friend who braved the storm to get me one; only to prove the nurses right and throw it all up a short while later.
What a waste! I remember not being able to breastfeed and yet, wanting to very badly. I remember how he never quite took to a soother and the pine green bunting bag that my mother made him.
I also remember how small he seemed in it.
And here we are, 13 years later, trying to find a way for a 13 year old to make his way in an ever-changing world; with me wanting to keep him close, and him wanting to hurry up and be a teenager.

Where did the time go?

Throw Another Log On The Fire!!

Baby, it's cold out there!
I worry about the homeless and wild animals at this time of year. (Can't you just see deer eating with wheat coloured scarves wrapped around their necks?)
Sorry, what was I saying? Oh yes, the cold.
I just saw a report on a polar bear summit where someone had decided 2008 was one of the warmest in ten years. Well, 2009 seems to be trying to make up for it's predecessor's failings!
I was so cold yesterday while walking to the bank that I had to take my glasses off because the cold beating off them was making my eyeballs hurt! (My eyes were the only exposed part of my body)
So I only go outside to catch the bus to work, or home, and to go to the bank for work. Normally, it doesn't feel too bad. I've been wearing microfiber long underwear every day this season, I have a long, very warm coat that many laugh at, until it gets cold and I am warmer than they are, and I have great mitts. I look dorky, but I won't get frostbite!
Except for my eyeballs.

So I've been doing a lot of knitting this winter.
I've picked up the yellow baby's blanket again.










I've been knitting two different socks at once, a pair for Shandon and another for Betty, with Bernat's new sock yarn in "Hot Tamale", which doesn't fit the yarn at all.
(Pictures to follow)
And I finished Braydon's mitts. Just in time to realize he needs a new cap because his head is outgrowing the red one I made for him.

I need to quit my job. It's interferring with my knitting.

It's mitten weather here in Ontario!
Damn, it's cold out there!
Kids being kids, mine are growing like weeds, so of course, they both need new mitts/gloves. S has decided it's not cool at middle school to wear mitts, so he's going to stick with store-bought gloves, but B was wanting a new pair of mitts. So like a good Mom, I whipped out my knitting needles. The mitt you see at left is the the first of the pair. All that's left is to close the thumb off, weave in ends and B has a new pair of mitts. At the rate he's going though, I think I should start casting on a bigger pair now!

Our friend Debra is getting another pair of socks this year. Dark blue leg, rainbow coloured cuffs and toes. So far so good, I've just gotten to the heel flap for the first one. This pair is taking me longer than I'd like.
Every year I say I'm going to knit all the important people in my life socks, and then the year gets away from me, and it's November and there's no way all those people are going to get handmade socks!
I see a new year's resolution in the making.

Work has changed yet again.
I have been promoted to manager of a 24 hr. store.
Those of you who read here on a semi-regular basis will remember when I stepped down as assistant manager of that first store.
Now I'm managing my second store! Yikes!
(I'll post pictures next time)

There have been issues, and there will continue to be, I'm sure. I think I see how to fix what needs fixing on the floor. I know I need to become more paperwork oriented, even though that's not my thing. I would rather spend the day on the floor straightening, cleaning and rebuilding.
But it's mind blowing at times how many different elements there are to managing a store.
I think someone is trying to sabotage my new position. There are rumors, wrong and incorrect ones at that, someone has already called head office trying to paint me as incompetent and lazy; and I am grateful that there are cameras all over the place!
But I'm stubborn and pig-headed and whoever it is will not drive me away.
I am a Sagittarius. We are honorable, honest to a fault, trustworthy, reliable, generous and sincere.
But above all else, I am stubborn!
I have already taken a store in need of focus and TLC and made it more successful.

I will do it again.

No Buddy Left Behind

One of the blogs I follow alerted me this morning to a situation that had me in tears.
The picture to the left is Ratchet and Sgt. Gwen Beberg. She and another soldier rescued Ratchet when he was just a puppy, flea-bitten, starving and huddled under a blanket. Sgt. Beberg wants to return home with Ratchet, but apparently regulations strictly forbid soldiers befriending dogs while on duty. Operation Baghdad Pups is doing what it can to try and get Ratchet home, following a number of other pups back to the States, but as recently as October 15 - Ratchet did not make today's SPCA International (www.spca.com) flight out of Iraq. Just 30 minutes before SPCA International's rescue expert, Terri Crisp, was to lift off from the Baghdad tarmac, the military finally gave Ratchet clearance to be released from his location at COP Meade. The military's slow response has put him at risk because they did not release him in time for today's flight out of Iraq. 6 other U.S. soldiers' dogs are on their way to safety escorted by Terri Crisp, Operation Baghdad Pups program manager.
October 17 - SPCA International's Operation Baghdad Pups program manager, Terri Crisp, boarded a plane bound for the Middle East today for the third time this month. This time Crisp leaves with assurance from the military that Ratchet has the clearance needed to meet her at Baghdad Airport.

So while I'm writing this on October 18th, I'm wondering....where is Ratchet? Who is caring for him?

Now, I don't own a cat, but I kept thinking, cats live in war zones too, what about them? Baghdad Pups is trying to help them too. Here's some of the criteria for an animal to be accepted into the program:

• Animals must be living in either Iraq or Afganistan under the care of a United States military person or a military contract worker.
• Cats or dogs must have been under the age of three months when found, with exceptions being made for older animals.
• Animals must have never bitten a person
• Animals must already have a permenant home to go to in the United States, they cannot go to a shelter in the hopes that they will be adopted.
• Feral animals will not be considered for the program
• Animals cannot show any signs of agression
• Animals that have been regularly tormented, especially by children, require special consideration before being accepted into the program.

This is just a partial list, for more info, please visit the Baghdad Pups website.

If you, like me, think it's time to change the regulations holding Ratchet in Iraq, please, say so. Leave me your thoughts, visit the Baghdad Pups website, write to every Senator, even if you aren't American.
You need only be human to understand why these regulations need to be changed. Visit the Clemency for Ratchet website.
Write.
Object.
Demand change.

Here, Watch My Blog Wouldya?

Halloween is right around the corner. 20 days in fact. I still have to get costumes for the boys. Shandon wants to be the character for Scream. Braydon wants to be Sonic the Hedgehog, but I'm not sure how do-able that's going to be. Ever try and convince an eight year old he needs a second choice?

Even though Thanksgiving is only two days away, we're already starting to decorate the store for Halloween. We have blood bowls, goblets, ghosts, "blood" filled squishy handprints, scary halloween music...the whole thing. Now all we have to do is move the stereo and actually DO the decorating! We're thinking about creating a murder scene in a corner of the store, hence the "bloody" handprints and footprints. We have the required spiderwebs, skeletons and so forth. I found a talking headstone at Zellers that I had to get; that's going to be a lot of fun. Last year, Tammy and I, with the help of a couple others, created a crime scene at the store. We had gathered rocks and leaves and sticks for the "ground", had one of our staff lie like a victim so we could outline their body, dripped blood on a rock and surrounded the whole thing with police tape! We loved it! Unfortunately, we had to take it all down because someone in a position of power felt it was inappropriate for our neighbourhood. I don't even have the photos anymore....damn. So this year, I thought I would drink from a bloodfilled goblet with floating eyeballs. Which then gave me the idea to knit eyeballs. Here, watch my drink for me, wouldya? Yeah, I love halloween... Now I have to decide how I'm going to dress up this year!

Pardon Me, I Didn't Knit That For You.

Ravelry has been a cool thing since it's inception. I'm more convinced of this now than ever before. Ravellers have huge hearts. Last week I put out a call for donations of hand-made mitts, scarves, hats or socks for Cambridge's homeless shelter. Not surprisingly,a few people responded, and yesterday I got a parcel at work containing some hats! Many, many thanks go out to AnnieBee; a lovely young lady with a big heart.

While scooting around Ravelry, I came across the video below; a tongue-in-cheek poke at the "girl singers" in the fifties. It won't have you spitting your coffee in hilarity, but I'll bet you my stitch holder you won't be able to get the song outta your head!

More tomorrow, watch the video!

Trees and Stones Will Teach You What You Cannot Learn From Masters.

There's a lot to discuss today, but I'll start by sharing a glimpse of my afternoon.
<---- That is part of my trip to work. Up until winter, I rather enjoy it. Today I was joined by a toad (whose photo is alas, only on my cell) and an angry black squirrel. It was a very nice stroll, despite the 20 pounds of library books on my back. Except for the fact that I had to turn around and go back through the ravine because I'd forgotten my money at home! Ah well, entirely my own fault...

I did some knitting before going into work to do the bank deposit. I worked for a couple of hours on Tammy's Dad's socks. I'm nearly done one, except I'm not especially happy with it. But his birthday is November, so the push is on. Then I've got a pair of kid's mitts on order from a former co-worker. My supervisor wants a pair of socks for another supervisor, and I'd really like to make Tammy a pair of socks.
Wait! There's more!
Debra has moved up to Gravenhurst, land of the mosquitoes and pine trees, and she'd like as many knitted socks as possible. Betty wants a couple of pairs made from the new sockyarn from Bernat, the boys need socks this winter, and ours are getting holes faster than I can knit!
You know, work really gets in the way of knitting....
When my fingers need a break, I've been checking out Knitting Up A Storm. The path from knitted blob to felted clog has been an interesting one to follow. Then I went over to The Velvet Cerebellum to follow the adventures of Chester and Maddie. Then I picked up the needles again.

Did anyone else besides Betty and I catch the Saturday Night Live sketch of Katie Couric and Sarah Palin? It's was funny, but frightening at the same time. Tina Fey is channeling Palin so well, it's eerie. We watched both the original interview, and the sketch, and the only difference is that Tina Fey's voice is just a bit higher and she was a bit perkier. The fact that she had on the same outfit and spoke Palin's own words was bordering on creepy! What's even more disturbing though is that if McCain gets elected, Palin is one skipped heartbeat away from leading the biggest free country on the planet. One airbubble to the brain away from dragging the entire United States further into hell. I read a lot of Betty's favourite blogs over her elbow (her desk and mine are only a foot away from each other), and I was reading a theory this morning that's really taken hold.
What if Palin is not supposed to finish out the campaign? What if she is only window dressing with a shelf-life, who will bow out of the campaign when she becomes too embarassing? Who then will get the tap for V.P? Rudy G ? Hmm.

Even though I am Canadian, I fear the reprocussions will be felt all the way up here. After all, U.S hurricanes make their mark at our gas pumps. The state of the U.S Stock market affects our dollar too.

I fear for not only the U.S if McCain and Palin get elected.

I fear for us all.

Crapdom...It's a Word.

I'm listening to "Gypsy" from Lord of the Dance....what do you listen to when you're feeling reflective?

I'm feeling reflective this week, partly because it's been a hectic week and partly because it may very well be the week that changes my life to a degree.
Remember my once-upon-a-time-boss-now-friend, Tammy? Well, it seems she may leave the company. This sucks because the company won't be the same without her. My job as a manager won't be the same without her and that store won't be the same without her. She made me the manager I am today. She taught me how to be strong, how to be flexible, how to bring a store back from the brink of crapdom. Yes, crapdom. It's a word now. Speaking of crap....I had the opportunity to go and see another store this week. Oh My God. The coolers looked like crap; they were mostly empty and bug-ridden. There was only two kinds in the damn thing, instead of all the flavours there should have been. The cans down the grocery aisle were dust-covered. There was a huge butcher knife in the fridge behind the limes....wait...I had to move my shovel last winter in case someone grabbed it and brained me with it, and this manager gets to keep a big-assed knife in their cooler????

Damn.

To be fair though, I would like to say that I came away from that store more focused and with a zest for bleach.

Dear________

Thank you.
Because of the crappy, filthy, shudder-worthiness of your store, I went back to mine and cleaned.
Yet again.
I washed the back door; front and back. I washed the walls. I washed the windows. Again.
I washed the coolers and the floor. Then I took all the product off the breakfast food aisle, washed every item, and the shelves, and then put it all back together.
And we aren't done. When I left, a staffmember was washing the magazine rack with hot soapy water. And when I get back to work tomorrow, I'm sure I'll find something else to clean.
Thanks for proving to me that I am doing a good job at my own store.
I just wish I could challenge your number two position.

I was saddened to learn this morning of Paul Newman's passing. He was a good 'un.

HUH???

Sarah Palin needs a tele-prompter to tell her when to pause in a speech?
Wha????
She needs someone/thing to phonetically sound out nuclear????

This is a woman who was Mayor of a town of more than 15 people, who then went on to become Governor of a STATE, who has been tapped for next-in-line-to-the-Oval Office and second most important person of the second largest free country on the ENTIRE PLANET, and she needs someone to tell her how to sound out the word "nuclear"??????????


Are you kidding me????

Wait, I think I can become a politician after all.

My platforms are easy to understand. I stand for what is right, freedom to choose for all, decency, commonsense and opportunity. Mess with my country, or it's people, or my family and I'm gonna come down like a ton of bricks on your ass.
And here's the best part...

I don't need someone to tell me how to sound out a word my eight year old knows!

Convenience or A Big Hassle?

We all take convenience, or variety, stores for granted. We all do. Just get stuck needing something, and not have one around.
I would never have thought I would ever work at one, let alone manage one! But I do. After four-ish years behind the counter, I've learned a few things I'd like to share with you to make your experience a little more pleasant.

• Do not, and I cannot repeat this enough, do not come into a convenience store if you are in a hurry. We cannot promise you will be served quickly. We cannot promise there will be no lineup ahead of you and we cannot allow you to jump line because you did not leave home early enough to get where you have to be.
• Please, do not snarl at the person behind the counter and expect them to be sweetness and light when they answer you. You get out of this brief encounter what you put into it. You want polite service? Be a polite customer.
• Please think about your question before you ask it. Just because you no longer see cigarettes for sale behind the counter does not mean we no longer sell them. In Ontario, we have been "blacked out" since May. This means the government tells us how we can sell cigarettes and to whom.
• Speaking of cigarettes, we must now ask you for identification if you look younger than 30 years old. Please, find a different response other than "Are you kidding me?" Also on the list of responses we're tired of, "Seriously?" and "But I'm 32!" If I had a quarter for every time I've heard any of those responses, I could retire tomorrow. I remind you, the government and our head office decide who we ask for I.D; not us. We can lose our job if we are caught selling to an undercover enforcement agent, and your bad habit is not worth losing my job over. Do you want to explain to my children why they can't have new shoes?
• Please don't assume that because you don't see the item you're looking for we don't have it. Ask us. It may be in a spot you don't expect. That person behind the register is there to provide a service to you, the customer. If they look bored, perhaps they're hoping for something to do.
• If you like the look of our store, tell us. If you think it's really clean, or you really like the way something is displayed, tell us! We like getting kudos even more than complaints.
• Put yourself in the shoes of the person behind the register. Yes, your total probably is the amount on the screen. No, they cannot haggle with you. You can try and negotiate the cost all you want, but they are not authorized to change the price of the items you want. If that person says your order is $7.69, then that's what it is. This is not a flea market, it's a store.

So now that I've gone over some basics for you, I hope this will help make your next visit to a convenience store more enjoyable; no matter where it is.

A Rainbow Filled Summer

Summer is a busy time for a lot of folks. Same thing here.
We had a couple of big things planned...like a handfasting.
I hear a few of you out there, "A what?"
A handfasting is a very old form of marriage. The first marriage, I suppose. Traditionally, a handfasting joined a couple for a year and a day, to see if they were compatible and could live happily together. These days, it has become an interesting option for same sex and Pagan couples to wed when a church wedding is out of the question, for one reason or another. For us, a church wedding was not an option. So we made arrangements with the local parks people to have our wedding there. A friend of ours performed officiant duties and two of our closest friends were persons of honor. Their jobs were to help us pull everything together and keep us sane.












This is Tammy (behind us). She had to bring me back to earth a few times.

Lorraine was Betty's person of honor, but for some reason I can't find her picture today. I'll share it with you another day. (Sorry, Lorraine)

We were surrounded by friends and family, greenery and kids. The rain held off after torturing me with just enough rain that we had to break out the umbrellas. (Thanks go out to Laura for bringing those). Afterwards we went back to a local watering hole, celebrated with beer (juice and pop for the kids), a bloody good picnic potluck and music. I didn't want it to end, and even though we were there for a couple hours, it didn't seem long enough to hang out with my friends.

For our honeymoon, we stayed in Toronto for Pride Weekend, watched both the Dyke Parade and the BIG Pride Parade. I took tons of shots, but this is one of the best. We stayed at a B&B on the edge of Cabbagetown, which I will gush about later. We had a great time, realized that three days is not long enough to do and see everything we wanted, and we're goin' back...eventually.




What else ... I worked my behind off at the store, and I think I'll be inventing 10 Rules For Shopping At A Convenience Store. More on that later. Complete with pictures of the store. (I have to close the store tonight, so I may have more to blog about when I get home) Oh, our store was the brief resting place for a pair of twin baby bats! They never came inside, so we left them alone and didn't tell too many people. They were good tenants, so we welcomed them back. We haven't seen them in a week, so we think their Mom may have grounded them.

I'm still knitting, and tearing things back, and re-knitting. We were lucky enough to go to a tent sale, at one of the original yarn mills here in Ontario. Spent lots of money we shouldn't have, made my Mom happy and generally had a good time.


What did you do this summer?

Quoting Thumper...

Remember that scene in Bambi, where Bambi and Thumper go to wake up Flower, and he says..."Is it spring yet?" That's how I feel.

Every time I would talk about getting a bike, it would snow like the devil! We finally got our bikes and rode them home, so I expected it to snow the next day. It hasn't yet, but it was a little nippy to be riding to work this afternoon. So I walked. Most of the way, anyway. Along the way I saw a male cardinal and crocus sprouts, so I guess spring truly IS on it's way.

Betty and I are knitting a Pride Blanket, in panels. To hurry spring along, I started with yellow. (I guess I needed cheering up. Expecially after I heard my store inventory is in 7 weeks! OMG!) We plan on making it a sofa-quilt. Larg enough to cover us on the sofa, but not for the bed, since the dog's claws get caught in anything on the bed. I had started another hat for a kid, this one was supposed to be for charity...but somehow it's gone missing. Seriously...missing...MIA...gone!

What I really want is another sweater. An absolute-must-have-every-evening-because-it's-my-favourite-sweater. In red. With a sturdy cable. Also in red. You see, my current favourite sweater is wearing out. I love this thing to death. It's big, it's warm, it's soft. It's everything you want your weekend sweater to be. Except holey. Every time I think I could do it, I look myself in the eye (No,in the mirror, you think I'm popping out an eyeball?!) and say to myself, "Remember the one-day-sweater that took you nine months? Naaaaaah. Ask Mom."

And then I ask Mom, find out she's incredibly busy and give up on the idea until the next time I realistically face my sweater's mortality.

I wonder if she and I could work on it together, through the mail....

It Never Ends...

Dress socks...of a sort. These are being made from yarn that I can't decide if it's sock weight or fingering. The first one has proven a pain to knit. Dark blue yarn, similar to knitting with spider silk...oh yeah...laugh a minute. Did I mention I've had to frog and restart twice? I really hope these fit me when they're all done.

I wish I could knit at work. I'd be a happier boss. One of my employees quit today. Over the phone. One day notice.

I had called her to let her know there was paperwork I needed done for head office before tomorrow afternoon, and she said she wanted to talk about her employment with the company. Never a good sign. It seems a beauty supply store had made her an offer. She's taken it, which I understand, because it's more within the field she's pursuing. I get it. But they made this offer yesterday, and she took it yesterday. But she didn't see fit to call me and do the decent thing and at least give me a week to find a replacement. I called her! She didn't even CALL ME! This afternoon, I was angry; now I'm just hurt. I probably shouldn't be, I know the convenience store industry is a liquid and transient one. I expected better of her. Her reference check was a glowing one, her former boss waxed poetic...you get the idea. So now I have to not only open the store yet again this weekend (this after I had to open last sunday for this same individual because she slept in), but I'm working a 12 hr shift! See, in order to do one of my staff a favour and give him a day off when he asked for it, I scheduled myself to work his shift from 12 to 6. Now I have to open at seven....and work till 6. The very next day, I have to open again and then run a staff meeting till two thirty! Hell, I'm tired just writing about it. Like I said, it would be okay if I could knit at work. Then again, I might get frustrated with all the interruptions and threaten to run someone through with a knitting needle. Probably not good for my career.

Next time, the hat from the neverendingwinter.

Sock Knitters and Female Impersonators...oh My!

<----- This is the much wept-over-often-frogged-and-restarted "Dad Sock" This is its fourth incarnation. Sad. But it looks pretty damn sharp, if I do say so myself. I think the needles must be a size too small, because I sometimes think I am knitting with steel. These socks will keep out drafts, believe me. The toes will match the cuff, which is a mottled sandy-oatmeal kind of tweed. Not sure if the heel flap will have the oatmeal tweed yet. I knit like I write. Sporadic. Speaking of writing, I was fortunate to attend a local gathering of lesbian (and lesbian-friendly) writers, performers and musicians last night. It was an interesting collection of personalities. Especially Miss Drew. All I heard last night was..."You should have seen him dance!" He was rather tall in those heels, let me tell you! Hope he didn't twist his ankle on the way to Club Ren, it looked ready to snap off. I missed him because while the first set went on, I stayed out in the lobby and guarded Anne Azel's books. Anne is an author friend of ours, one of the most talented writers I have ever ready, and a damn fine, intelligent and entertaining person besides. I would have taken my knitting, but I already felt a bit conspicuous, being the only one knitting would be even more obvious. Maybe next year, I'll have more of The Anari Effect to read...maybe I'll knit while I read, just to stir things up.

On the reading list beside Anne's wonderful books is "Fire Your Doctor!" I am reading now about vitamins, more specifically the range of ailments and diseases that can be treated with megadoses of specific vitamins. It's fascinating stuff, really. Makes a very good case for paying more attention to one's body. One of the premises the author makes is that we should take more Vit C than we do. Smaller doses, taken more frequently throughout the day. He says, "Vitamin C has shown to be helpful for over thirty major diseases, including pneumonia, herpes zoster, pancreatitis, hepatitus, arthritus, some forms of cancer, leukemia, diabetes, ...etc." While Mr. Saul does acknowledge that "individual needs for vitamin C vary greatly, he suggests increasing one's daily intake slowly. Linus Pauling was a big advocate of Vitamin C too. He's considered a pioneer in the field of orthomolecular medicine. Some also consider his views on Vitamin C to be, how shall I put this...doubtful at best. Whether one buys into Dr. Pauling's views, or those of Andrew Saul, Ph.D., one can hardly argue that, on the whole, most of us don't take care of ourselves well enough. So I'm ready with a cautious mind, but a hopeful heart while I knit some more on Tammy's Dad's socks.

Next time, I'll show you the dress socks.

So many possible projects, so few hours...

Remember the socks I told you about last time? The one's for Tammy's father? I've re-started them four times! This last time, I got 4 inches done before I realized I hadn't ended the ribbing! So I had this really nice looking oatmeal-tweedy cuff, and a deep blue leg...that was still 1X1 ribbing! If I were a lesser person I might have cried. I didn't. I put the sock in time out and went back to work on that scarf for the homeless box. According to the hordes I fight every day on the bus, scarves that look homemade and have no distinct pattern are all the rage. They look like stash busters, stripes of varying width and colour, and made on larger needles. They look so homemade that it took me a while before I could figure out they weren't. (Remember that I'm trying to figure this out across a crowded bus without staring). They're even a hot topic on the Ravelry forums. So knowing how bored I was of deep purple, I decided to mix it up a bit. I have little balls here and there of ends that either we've hung on to, or that my mother has sent down to enable Shandon's knitting habit, and now I have a purpose for little odds and ends. I mix them up a little, and then go back to purple, resulting a multi-colour stripe on purple. It really looks kind of interesting.

I frogged the dad-sock back to the cuff, picked up the stitches and took a deep breath...again. Now I'm back to a 3" piece. It looks nice, but I can't wait for the next pair now. See the picture up there? That's Apple Pie, in the sunset colourway. It's quite a looker. By all accounts (thank you my fellow Ravelers!), it's a nice yarn to knit with; 65% Superwash Merino, 20% Kid Mohair, 10% Nylon, 5% Silk. It comes in something like 30 different shades, some solid, some self-patterning. I could easily knit projects with this stuff all year and never get bored. So I think that's just what I'm going to do.Tammy's family is going to get a variety of socks and mitts, and maybe matching scarves for her girls, mine will get socks and scarves and hats (and I think I'll finally learn how to knit teddy bears and other creatures for my boys), and...with so many colours, how could I run out of things to knit? With the store nearly ready for inventory, I could easily find myself with a bit more knitting time, which is never a bad thing. So I guess instead of making new years resolutions, I armed myself with a knitting to-do list instead.

Tomorrow, I'll trot out the camera and show you the much-maligned dad-sock.

Don't Drop Beer On Your Knitting!

I've been more than a little nostalgic lately. I've also been busy, which is why almost a month has passed between blog entries. Remember last year when I was assistant manager and couldn't wait to step down? Yeah...well.... Now I'm a manager.

One day at nine am, I was an assistant learning paperwork with a test looming. By five in the afternoon, I was going to inherit a problem-laden store two days later.

I was a little surprised by my excitement, but not surprised by my fear of leaving my second home. But leave I did. I walked into a near-constant headache, scratch tickets gone wildly out of control, out of date products on the shelves and a staffing crisis I'd only heard about.

So now it's been a month and a week since I was given my own store. My assistant manager and I have worked out our personality clashes (I think), I have a better idea of what I have to do in a day, and I've learned a few things. Among the high points are: it really is easier to add whole packs of tickets if I want my counts to work; there really aren't enough hours in the day to do everything I want; and most importantly, I CAN do this. If I could just get my communications & paperwork bag ready by 4:30 every friday afternoon I would be pleased.

Santa was good to me this year. Was he good to you? He brought me yarn, knitting needles, needle tip protectors and other assorted gizmos every knitter lusts after but doesn't really NEED. And beer. On the needles this week: a deep purple garter-stitch scarf intended for our local homeless program, a child's mitten that is nearly ignored, and a sock for a friend's father (although I don't think this one wants to be finished). I think it's too small, but Tammy is trying to convince me to finish it. I really want to finish it, do it well and go on to another pair in brighter colours. The yarn is such a dark blue it's almost black. Try and tink that! I love Ravelry though. I'm almost as addicted to the site as I am to knitting. I have such grand plans for my favourite craft... I foresee socks in self patterning wool blends, scarves that will bring homeless people a little warmth, and eventually teddy bears that will be distributed to kids stuck in hospital. I want to make a difference. I know I did at Tammy's store, I hope I make a difference at home. I'm told I'm making a difference at work...but I just don't know...you know? So I'll make a difference with my needles.

I hope.

Chevy's Basic Mittens

This is the pattern for Chevy's Basic Mittens....

With 3mm needles, cast on 16, 16, 16
Knit 3-4" for cuff

For thumb gusset--knit 3, p1, k3, p1, knit to end of round. Repeat this for 5 rounds

Next row--k3, p1, make 1, make 1, k1, p1, knit to end of round (5 stitches between purls)
Next row--k3, p1, k5, p1, knit to end of round
Next row--k3, p1, m1, k2, m1, k1, p1, knit to end of row
Keep doing this until there are 11 or 13 stitches between purls

Next row--k3, slip thumb gusset stitches onto stitch holder (don't drop the others). Cast on 5 stitches. Connect to other side. Knit to end of round.
Keep knitting rounds until you have the desired length.

To shape top--*k6, k2tog. Repeat to end of round. You might end up with 4 stitches at end of round. These will gradually be incorporated.
Knit next round.
Next row--*k5, k2tog. Repeat to end of round.
Knit next round
Next row--*k4, k2tog. Repeat to end of round
Knit next round
Next row--*k3, k2tog. Repeat to end of round
Knit next round
Next row--*k2, k2tog. Repeat to end of round.
Knit next round
Next row--*k1, k2tog. Repeat to end of round.
Knit next round.
Next (and final) row--*k2tog. Repeat to end of round.

Leave a length of yarn for assembly about 6" long. Pull stitches up tight and thread through tip to seal securely.

Thumb:
Carefull take stitches off stitch holder. Divide stitches onto 2 needles. With 3rd and 4th needles, pick up and knit at least 5 stitches.
Knitting with all four needles, make thumb. If it seems too large at first, k2tog.
Knit thumb at least 1 1/2 " or desired length. K2together all around thumb.
Leaving a tail, cut yarn and thread through stitches. Pull tight and finish off.
Thread all tails into mitt, snip off excess yarn.
Admire.

Voila, you have a mitt!

I Am A Greener Computing Knitter

Every now and then, it's gratifying to see that we've supported the right company for the right reasons. The last computer we bought here was a Dell, and while all the highlights escape me just now, I can say we've all (all 5 of us) have been very happy with it. It does all we ask and then some. This morning I was reading over at EcoGeek and I saw that Dell has been pushing long and hard (since 1991 in fact) to be the environmentally conscious leader in the technology field. Everything from a tree planting program, a packaging optimization program, a used computer and peripherals program, a computer donation program; leaving a smaller carbon footprint is a high priority for these folks. Even their inbound components are considered. Instead of having the inbound parts delivered on those wooden pallets we've all seen, starting back in 2005 Dell has been having them brought in on "slip sheets", three-pound, .03-inch thick plastic sheets that has resulted in more than 8,000 tons of wood reduction for inbound shipments. More than 8000 tons!
In 2006, Dell saved over 24,000 tons of packaging material by annual reduction and elimination of corrugated, plastic foam, and wood materials. Wow...
As if that's not enough, Dell also demands their design stage be greener. Dell's Design for Environment (DfE) program incorporates into product development environmental attributes such as reduction of environmentally sensitive materials, decreases in equipment energy consumption, extension of product life span and utilization of parts that can be reused, resold or recycled. Extension of product life span...cool, I'd like my computer to live a little longer, thanks. Good idea, hmm?
So the next time you wonder what one person can do to help the environment, beyond shutting lights off when you aren't in the room, consider spending your computing dollars at Dell. We can change the world with our dollars.
Even knitters know this. Many knitters are seeking out handmade sweaters at thrift shops with an eye for the yarn therein. I know of at least three that have scored some very nice wool this way. They buy the sweater for a few dollars, carefully frog it (also known as taking it apart) and roll the wool into a ball to be used in some other project. So that $3 wool sweater that someone else found to be too itchy or ugly, or whatever, finds a new life in a pair of socks, or mittens or sometimes even a new sweater. Many knitters and spinners are seeing the eco-advantages to using vegetable dyes over alkaline ones, even more folks are using wooden needles. There are some amazing birch and bamboo needles out there, and some very soft soy yarn. Soy!
Even we knitters can change our world, one stitch, one dollar at a time.

First One Finished!

There it is...all toes tucked in, Kitchener Stitch attempted. It turned out pretty well I think. It isn't squared-off, like the first blue one. This one is...better.
I was over the moon I was so tickled with how it turned out. Tried to call Mom, but she had gone to bed. At 10:30...what was she thinking? (insert evil grin here)
So I stopped dancing (which can be pretty sad, because I have NO rhythm) and cast on the mate. I wonder if I can get these done in time for my friend's birthday. I can show these photos, because I finally asked her if she ever read the blog. When she compared the difference between catching up with me in RL, as often as we do, or spending time on the blog...I saw her unspoken point. That, and I know how many other demands there are on her time. So I'm safe posting the photo here.

Today Betty and I took the boys for a nature walk and gathered some wild grapes; which are, at this very minute, hanging from a cheesecloth, hanging from the now-empty birdcage stand and dripping into a bowl. We've already cut, mashed and hung watermelon pieces in cheesecloth and collected approx. 4-5 cups of juice for jelly. Realistically, it likely won't get made until next weekend; so for now it will rest in the freezer. In the freezer, and awaiting the pot are strawberries, peaches, and watermelon juice. Tomorrow morning, the grape juice will join them. And apples within the next four days. Well, at least we won't die of scurvy this winter.

Breezy Toes

Nearly done.

All that remains of the first dsock (yes, that's what I'm calling it) is to do the Kitchener stitch on the toe. I actually did a few more rounds after I took this shot, so no, the recipient's toe will not be sticking out as mine was. I'm fairly pleased with it so far. It fits well and should stand up to a hiking boot with some dignity at the end of the trail. These will be a gift for a close friend, and I'm hoping I'll have them both done for the big day. If not...I'll have to get creative.

I've already started a pair for Betty. In baby blue that has a slight silvery sheen. I'll post that pic of the WIP the next time I blog. It's like knitting with hair! I have to keep stopping because I notice myself hunching up and straining to hold the tension.

Sheesh!

Looking for some inspiration? Look no further than Knitting Up A Storm. She reads, she writes, she knits...wow.

If you're looking for the kind of inspiration that you can read in bed, try "Easy Knitted Socks" by Jeanette Trotman. Cool photos, cool projects and a keeper if you can find it in your local bookstore.

At What Point Does It Classify As An Obsession?

I have fallen head over heels (pun intended) in love with knitted socks.
If you read this blog at all, you know my mother has knitted me socks for years. You also know that I have recently learned how to do this for myself. I like to snack while on the computer, and surf for inspiration. This morning, I came across the Runs With Needles blog, and the photo at left. Talk about inspiration! I love these! The moment I saw this sock, I knew I had to find some yarn like this, which then made me recall the dream I had last night. I dreamed I was in one of our local craft discount stores, in their yarn section. The last time we were there, Betty saw a yarn that has aloe vera impregnated into it, intended for socks. I also remember how beyond our budget it was.
My first thought upon awakening was, 'great, now I'm dreaming about making socks!'
Needless to say, I can't wait to get to Len's Mills again.

I have another project on the needles, but because it is a gift for a friend, and I think she reads this blog occasionally, I can't tell you about it. But I can tell you it suits her, and it is very colourful. That, and I can't wait to get it finished! As I get more of it completed, I'll see if I can take photos that won't reveal too much of what it is.
A couple of months ago, I came across a cute little animation on youtube. It really makes one think about the fine line between a hobby and an obsession.
The Last Knit
Another knitting obsession of mine is Knitty.com
Helpful, funny, cool and whimsical all at the same time. I can't wait for each issue to come out. I have found some great time wasters, free patterns I can't wait to try, wonderful techniques, inspiration and ...whew!
Go check 'em out, I'll bet you come away just as addicted as I am.
Betcha.

A Footy Achievement

Isn't it odd how most of us take our feet for granted?

Diabetics have to pay careful attention to their feet; keeping them clean, dry and watching for cuts and infection. Sock manufacturers have recognised a market and swooped down, making a "diabetic" sock in all shades. I am fortunate enough to own a few pairs of such socks, and let me tell you they are worth every cent we paid! Because I stand on my feet for hours at a time, I wanted a pair of socks that would not make my feet sweat, 'cause when that happens my feet itch and then all kinds of nasty things happen! I am not, thank the heavens, diabetic. But my mother is, so I think of these things quite a bit.

My mother is a most amazing sock maker. She has knitted socks for as long as I can remember. The past few years, I have always been a grateful recipient. One year she gave me one sock for my birthday (in December) and the mate on Christmas day! I have gotten brown socks, peach socks, socks that made no colour sense at all, and socks that I miss because I wore them out. I have always envied the way she can produce such a warm and form fitting sock out of a length of yarn; and I always wanted to learn how she achieved this magic. Mom sent me the pattern a couple of months ago, and this past week, I got brave.

I made a sock.

That's it, up there in the left corner. It's a modest little number (ok, not so little) in turquoise blue with a dark blue speckled cuff. It turned out very well, if I do say so myself. All except the toe. It seems I need a bit more practise with the Kitchener stitch. But no worries, with Mom's instructions in hand, and the fab photos at Silver's Place http://www.cometosilver.com/socks/printready/print.htm

(see the bottom part of the page for Kitchener stitch instructions)

I'm quite sure I'll get it with the next sock.

Not bad for someone that learned how to knit a sock via the internet and long distance phone.

Back to the needles!

R.I.P Tweety

This is, or was, Tweety.
We got Tweety for Betty back about six years ago. Betty has always had birds and when we got the opportunity to get a bird, I thought it would make her feel a little more at home.
Tweety never liked me.
She would fuss, holler and carry on so much when I was on the phone (it didn't matter to her who I was talking with) that frequently I had to go to another room. When I tried to be nice to her, she would threaten to bite me. Nearly succeeded a few times, too. We would put her cage outside on nice days, and then keep an eye out for the neighbours cat. In the spring we moved her cage to stand near the patio door, in the living room, so that she could see all of us and interact with everyone that came through the place. Our patio door became our main entrance, and everyone would say hello to Tweety. Jimmy taught her to sing, and somehow she learned how to make noises like our phone when we called out. It got so frequent that for the longest time I thought Jimmy was calling all his friends, and it turned out to be Tweety beeping like the phone!
She was a character, our Tweety.

Last night, at 1 in the morning, Tweety passed away from, what we believe, was a heart attack.
She was sitting on her perch watching t.v with me, occasionally retrieving a mouthfull of seed, when she started singing very softly. I called it "singing to herself" it was so low key. She would often do it at night while we watched t.v. Last night she did it again, and I thought nothing of it. Then I heard a small thump and scratching on the bottom of the cage. I stood up to peek into the cage, thinking she was goofing around as she did from time to time. But she was on her back with her wings stiffening and opening, repeatedly. I called Betty from across the room to come look, tell me what was going on, but by the time she had crossed ten feet, Tweety was gone.
Her eyes closed and her feet clenched, our beautiful feathery family member was gone.

I confess, I'm a little surprised how much I miss her. Shandon has been crying all day and I get choked up when I think about how empty her cage is now. Strange, I didn't expect this much emotion for a bird. She was just a bird, right?
No, she fit right in here.
Colourful, loud, opinionated, dramatic and very out there.
Yup, she was one of us, and we'll miss her.

Fly free, Tweety.

Knitty Moments Approaching Another School Year

With the mitten behind me, and the ending of same haunting me with it's ugliness, I gave in and thought I might try a sock.
"What?! Are you insane!?" I hear you cry. Yeah, I guess I must be, but let me tell you, it's not that bad.
Yes, I have had moments where I wondered what was in my glass, but I've also been lucky enough to have MOM only a phone call away. With her instructional email printed out and in front of me, and the phone on my shoulder, I've managed to nearly complete one sock. I had it on my foot and I've made it to the arch. It has a royal blue flecked cuff and a baby blue body, and it will have a royal blue toe, I think. (I'll post a photo when I finish the sock) So far, I'm very pleased with the way it's turning out. A website I'd like to point you to (if you're the knitting sort) is http://www.knitty.com/issuespring05/FEATsocks101.html
I'm also encouraged by the Yarn Harlot's many knitting adventures.
http://www.yarnharlot.ca/blog/

School starts again on tuesday. The School Board still has not responded to my letter explaining why Shandon will not be attending school this year. First thing in the morning, I have a meeting with the new principal to see what can be done to get Braydon a different teacher. The teacher he has been assigned cannot teach children with a learning disorder. I don't mean she's not allowed, I mean she is incapable. She taught Shandon for grade two and it was an unmitigated, horrible, emotional nightmare. She furthered his sense of emotional isolation, cramped the potential for learning and along the way gave the other kids more fuel for teasing. Even against our pediatrician's objections, she left Shandon out in the hallway instead of teaching him within the group. Long story short... she's not teaching Braydon. So the little guy will not be attending the first day of grade two. I expect we'll be able to get it all sorted out. Apparently this principal has taken all kinds of training in the special ed arena, and Braydon has all kinds of documentation to record his ADD, NVLD and depression.
So, we'll see.

Powering Up

Those of you who read here every now and then know how busy we are here. Well, to add to all the other stuff we do, I've been doing research on tidal generators. More specifically, in-stream generators. There's lots of information on the web about tidal generators, like the computer rendering to the left, but very few places that reveal anything about in-stream generators. Basically, they are small turbines that float in, or sit on the bottom of rivers. The current turns propeller-like blades, which creates electricity, which can then be delievered to a battery or delivered to the user. In the module to the left, the idea is that the blades are mounted on huge towers anchored to the bay/lake/ocean floor. The current/tides move the blades, again creating the electrical charge, and so on. Tidal power farms, like our example above, can power more homes, but are more expensive and are a massive undertaking. Truly inspiring though.

Anyway, in my book (The Anari Effect) that I've mentioned before, one of the projects being developed is a small in-stream turbine. No, I know it's not new. Yes, I know someone has already invented it. But my book is fiction, with a strong ecological theme and message. Readers are either going to forgive me that I didn't think of these things first, or they're going to hate me. (Besides, that's what the disclaimers and Kudos section is for in the foreword of the book.)

I've learned tons while doing the research. Tidal power projects are being considered and installed all over the world. New Zealand, Nova Scotia, Africa, France, Greenland...all countries with coast lines. Apparently wind farms are either loved or reviled. I would think that they would be embraced all over. After all, aren't we all paying too much for power? I had the good fortune to see a wind turbine on our way to a Pride event (see previous post), and it was much taller than I expected. The blades weren't moving that day, so I was able to see how long they are. It was impressive, believe me! I was pleased to learn that there are persoanl-sized wind towers that are available now. Small enough to fit in your backyard, and powerful enough to relieve some of your dependency on the local power company. So I got to thinking; if one could outfit one's home with even a small amount of solar, combined with a wind tower in the back, combined with energy conservation...what would the impact be to your power bill, and how much would it cost to get that savings?

All very intriguing food for thought.

Oh, The Indecision...

The world of blogging has become huge. Celebrities have blogs, people who don't want to write in a diary have blogs, hell, even politicians have blogs now!

<- That's Freckles the Wonder Dog contemplating what he might blog about; if he stayed awake long enough.

But I've found that life often gets in the way of blogging. I've been working 6 days a week for I'm-not-even-sure-how-many-weeks now, and my evenings fly by in an exhausted haze. Betty and I were fortunate to attend the Dyke March in Toronto last Saturday, and we HAD A BLAST! We saw drag queens, we saw topless women, we saw women on stilts, we saw grandmothers, young mothers, mothers to be... we saw women making a political statement, and we were able to be a small part of it by merely being crowd control. Next year we'd like to be able to go to Toronto and stay the weekend.

I've gotten NO knitting done, but I am writing again! The Anari Effect has been a work in progress for some time. I got stuck for a bit, but a friend (and agent), has been challenging me. She's inspiring, thought provoking and very intellectual. she's always a delight to spend time with, and she's a fellow doggie person too! I'm hoping to hear her opinion soon of the first four chapters. I'd like to think that I'll finish it, be proud and be able to market it out to a publisher. I never wanted to be a one-book author.

The Anari Effect was originally supposed to be a bit of a thriller/mystery with a bit of science & tech thrown in; but the mystery is falling more and more by the wayside. I'm not sure the mysterious element is as important as I thought. The theme seems to be the quest for alternative energy solutions, about pollution and saving the planet's resources, about broadening our horizons as a race. While it's interesting to me, is it enough to sell books? How does Jackie Collins do it? She has churned out countless books, countless characters, countless plots, but she writes for hours every day. How did she manage book two?

Argggh! she probably didn't watch t.v, though either.

Carolyn

Musings From Nature

What a day!!!
The family and I planned a stroll down to a nearby Osprey nest today, and while I was hoping to find a feather or two, no luck. At the nest, anyway. The two youngest boys strolled along, happy to look through the binoculars every now and then. Daddy osprey was not around, as expected, so we veered down a woody trail Betty and I have been down before. After spotting a huge turtle we found a couple of spots that would have been good fishing holes, and decided to sit down at one. The boys were willing to sit quietly, and much to our surprise, Shandon spotted a couple of extremely large carp laying their eggs. We were sitting on a bank about four feet above the river, watching the carp when a muskrat swam right under our noses! Twice!
Of course I couldn't get to the cell phone that serves as our camera.
We were all just thrilled, every one of us wearing big stupid grins.
After a while, Braydon got bored, so we moved further down the trail. The no-see-ums were swarming, but it was sunny, so we were okay.
Until my right leg disappeared down a hole.
It smarted, but I think my pride was hurt more.
We knew that all we had to do to get home was veer to our right and walk across the back of the cornfield. (As the crow flies we only live about a mile away) So that's what we did.

Just before the cornfield is a large flat rock. I was already past it when Shandon asked,
"Is that a skull?"
Shore 'nuff, son.
Turns out, the skull was accompanied by the two lower jaw bones, multiple clumps of brownish fur and a leg bone too yurky to bring home.
We brought home the skull and jaws, since they were amazingly clean. A few steps into the cornfield, which has yet to sprout, Shandon found a feather, which seems to be an owl feather.
(I'll show you that one next time)
Can you tell I'm proud of my boy?

Speaking of Shandon, we've decided to homeschool him for the next school year. In fact, it's kind of started already, even though he still attends public school for the remainder of this year. As we were crossing the cornfield the first time this afternoon, Braydon (who is all of 7 years old) says, "This must be homeschooling, 'cause we're learning stuff."
I choked up on the spot.
Braydon will still attend his current school, I don't have anything against the school itself. I just think, I believe, that Shandon could learn more at home. Now before you start hollering about socialization, let me tell you what his social life at school consists of. He has been bullied since grade 1 about a medical problem that his classmates seized upon the moment they discovered it. His pants were pulled down at school out in the playground a couple of years ago, and the student who did it was not suspended. I'm told he removed himself from school that day, refusing to come back out of guilt, and the school talked him into coming back! Shandon has never had more than one or two friends, and only one of them goes to the same school. Shandon is not invited to parties, go bike riding or invited to Yu-gi-oh tournaments.
He has been miserable at school; so there is NO socialization problem to worry about.

We are all looking forward to the start of our new journey. Pumped! You bet! We're going to start with a unit on marine life. We have found webcams that give us a window into the world of river otters, turtles, tuna and sharks. I've sent away for more info than I remember on Ontario's water and fish habitats. We're going on field trips this summer to the ROM, the Zoo and ...
Best of all? Shandon is looking forward to it!

With all this going on, my knitting has taken a back seat.
I finished Mom's Crayola scarf a couple of weeks ago. Still working on Dad's purple one. The red and black mitt didn't thrill me. From the point where I started decreasing, I wasn't happy with it. So while I'm not quite finished, I stopped. I debated for a few days and decided to rip most of the mitt back.
Sigh.
But I started Betty's scarf! It's a varigated purple/mauve baby weight. It's sooo soft!
One of these days I'll get back to preemie knitting.
One of these days...

Carolyn

Just a Short One...

So this is the first mitten, nearly done. It's done in a multi-coloured Paton's yarn.
There is no mate, being a technique mitten. Picking up the stitches at the thumb was a pain of gargangutan proportions. So I've learned that knitting mittens can be fun, now I'm doing a real pair with a black tweed cuff and a red body. Pictures to follow, as soon as I knit enough of it. So now I'm thinking that socks might be fun too. Have you been following the Harlot's adventures? I'm thinking my mittens need to travel, get their pictures taken outside of the apartment. Just for kicks. I'm hoping I have enough fun that I don't mind making fifty or so.
Just a short one tonight, maybe more tomorrow.

Spring, Sticks and Twisted Strands

I think Spring is finally here.
I heard the red-winged blackbirds talking to the bluejays this afternoon on the way home from work; and I'm pretty sure they were all talking about the sunshine. It was odd day. We started off with sunshine, then cloud, then misty rain that quickly turned to torrential buckets! Then it tapered off and got warm when the sun came out!

We were watching WNED the other night and I was pleased to see "A Song's Best Friend: John Denver". They played a lot of my favourite songs, and some I'd never heard. If I had to pick an absolute love-the-most, I guess "Sunshine On My Shoulders". I know I was certainly humming it today!

Remember the bamboo needles I mentioned before? Well, I've knit with them a bit more, and I'm still trying to decide if I REALLY like them. Maybe I've just been spoiled by metal smoothness; I don't know. I recently decided to try knitting mitts, and after a couple of stutters, it's not bad. I'm nearly done the first one, a multi-coloured attempt at unashamed creativity. It's not going to get a mate, I'm hoping to get all the BIG mistakes out of my system with this one. What a nightmare trying to remember how to knit with four needles! And then I found out that the cuff was going up instead of down. I was knitting the wrong way! Pull it all the way back to the cuff (I came to my realization 15 rounds past the cuff), flip it right side out and do it all again. All in all, it's been a learning experience.

Are you a knitter? When you start a new skein, do you use an outside strand or pull out the guts and use the inside strand? A few of us get together at least once a week and work on our projects of the week. (I am the only person who does not crochet, but they're trying to convert me.) Anyway, my friend Lorraine is a go-for-the-guts kinda gal, and sometimes this backfires on her. Last night I thought I would capture our friend, Diane, (pictured above) trying to sort out the yarn. See, THIS is a true friend, willing to go the distance, willing to tie herself up in knots...and the only one of us loopy enough to even ATTEMPT to sort out the mess that was Lorraine's skein.
(note to self: CAREFULLY pull the guts out of the next new skein.)

Well, back to the newest baby hat. My co-worker is due at the end of March, and the hat won't finish itself. I'll see if I can finish the mitt tonight too, and scan it for you to see.

Be crafty!
Taleweaver