Archive for March 2010

The Last Walk . . . . .

March 31, 2010

Dear Goodnight,

Thanks for going with Great-grandma to the service in memory of  Great-grandpa today.  I know she will appreciate your company.  Sometimes the best we can do is to walk alongside whomever is grieving to let them know they are not alone.  You’re good at that.

Photo source: Goodnightgram.  A much younger Goodnight walking with her Great-grandpa.  I always loved this photo. 

I practiced my stride because I tried to match his.

I practiced my wit so I could spar with his.

I practiced my compassion, so I could pass his on.       

Easter Cross Illusion Knit Face Cloth Pattern

March 30, 2010

It’s Holy Week for Christians and I thought I would share another Shadow/Illusion face cloth that I designed with an appropriate image for this time in the Liturgical calendar.  The face cloth only took me aproximately an hour from start to finish.

I am going to modify  the design below to knit my table runner for Easter Sunday.  That project will simply require doubling, repeating, and reversing the image.  When I finish the table runner, I will upload that pattern to share with you.

Here is a link to the PDF file: Easter Cross Illusion Face Cloth.

The purpose for me designing the face cloth was really to test the Illusion design so I could transfer the charting to my Easter Crosses Illusion Table Runner pattern.  Click the link if you’re interested in the free pdf for the table runner.

Dinner by Alphabet – I

March 30, 2010

So far, Goodnight and I haven’t thought much to Dinner by Alphabet until we walk into the grocery store to look around.  However, I make a mighty fine version of a stew-like dish that begins with the letter ‘I‘.

There was very little that we had to shop for because I had the stew ingredients at home.  But we still had to have a peek around the store.

In the shopping bag:

Iceberg Lettuce

Italian Cheese

Idaho Potatoes

I pulled a second shift at work yesterday, so I’m thankful for my presure cooker.  It cuts the time for make stew considerably.  Actually, I always make my stews in the pressure cooker even if I’m home all day.  I can’t tell the difference because everything is so tender. 

High pressure cooking frightens some folks, but not me.  I grew up with it and the familiar jiggling is as comforting a background noise as the vaccume cleaner to me.  It reminds me of home.  Mom used her pressuer cooker often, as well.

Dinner by Alphabet – I

Salad Course

Iceberg Lettuce with Italian Cheese ( We seldom use dressings)

 

Main Course

Igado 

This is a llokano dish made from pork liver, peas, garbanzo beans, and onions stewed together.  I just use pork, but I would like the pork liver, too.  It would add thickening to the stew as the liver cooked.  The meat is cooked in a light soy/vinegar brine, first and then stewed with everything else.

I’m not Filipino, but I’ve been told that my Igado tastes like ‘home’ by someone who grew up on the island of Luzon, on the South China Sea, northwest of Manilla.  The meat tastes like Adobo if anyone is familiar with that.  Goodnight LOVES Adobo and Igado, so she asked me to make it.

Not my photo, but my Igado looks much the same.  Image Source: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC0IeKPFNMo/RuPSqIquf8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/11svBsbDPI4/s400/P1000283a.jpg

 

Dessert Course

Ice Cream

Italian Soda

Pi Party

March 29, 2010

I finally have a moment to upload a pattern I designed in time for Pi Day.  Nerdy, maybe, but fun for me. 

I had a Pi Party!

I actually made a T-shirt to wear for my Pi Party, too.  It’s hard to tell by the photo, but the front of the shirt has the first 3500 digits of Pi on it.

What time did my Pi Party begin?  1:59 p.m, as in “Come to my Pi Party!  3/14 @ 1:59″ – the first six digits of Pi.  Laugh if you want to.  It was a Sunday and I had the day off and just the right friends to do it!!

There are so many ways to have fun with knitting.  One of the fun methods I enjoy is called Illusion or Shadow knitting.  It goes by both names.  It’s easy, really – in fact easy in two ways. 

First, it’s worked in two colors: two rows and then the color change for two rows – so that part is easy.

Second, it’s only knit and purl stitches – so it’s not complicated that way either.

The fun part of Illusion knitting is that when viewed straight on at a 90 degree angle, one sees stripes.  But when the viewer steps away and changes the viewing angle to an obtuse degree, the image appears.  I LOVE IT!

It’s the designing that gets a little cumbersome, but worth the go.  Charts have to be foreshortened to accommodate the lengthening that happens as one views at the obtuse angle.  Each line on an Illusion/Shadow chart requires four rows of knitted work.

Have a look at some of the Pi Pairs I knit for my Party.  I knit them in pairs because there was plenty of cotton to do it.  The colors for the background and the Pi image are reversed, so don’t forget which is Color A and Color B.

Now you see the Pi: (note the obtuse camera angle)

Now you don’t see Pi: (again note the camera angle)

COOL, EH?

Since obtuse angles relate to math, and so does Pi, I decided to knit some face cloths using the Illusion method.  The face cloths themselves were not the gifts at my Pi Party, but the pattern was.

So here’s the pattern.  Use it freely.  Share it.  Upload it.  Link to here, but please keep the copyright information with it.  I took the time to design it.  Thanks!  I repeated the photos – smaller, because they are on the hard copy of my pattern.

If you knit any Pi Party Illusion Face cloths, let me know and send photos, too!!  My email address is with my profile on this blog! 

Here’s a link to the PDF file:  Pi Party Illusion Cloth Knitting Pattern .  Here’s a link to the chart if you prefer to follow that while you knit:  Pi Illusion Knit Face Cloth Chart. A HUGE thank-you to the knitter who sent it to me for your use.  Thanks verbosemom! 

Happy knitting!

 

I hugged the mayor and then I ran my fingers through his hair . . .

March 28, 2010

I love Smalltownville!

Goodnight and I went to my mother’s house this morning and then the three of us headed to a Czech Heritage Fest/Expo.

Right at the entrance to the Fest/Expo was the mayor of Smalltownville.  I walked right up to him and gave him a big hug.  Then I ran my fingers through his hair.  There was a younger fellow standing nearby who caught all this and then walked closer.  My mother leaned in to speak to him so he wouldn’t interrupt me.

Now before you let your imaginations run away with you (though it might be more fun), the mayor was a school chum of mine from primary days all the way through high school.  And I ran my fingers through his hair because it has a 100% pure white patina and mine has only a few patina highlights – if the light is at the proper angle.  The mayor and I are the same age and I had to tease him royally about that.

The younger fellow who turned and walked closer was his kid brother and he wouldn’t have known who I was.  My mother leaned in to tell him.  The kid brother recognized my mother because he trims her trees.

After the introductory teasing, the mayor and I leaned in for a chat.  I told him that I thought he did a great job handling the media during the decade’s worst fire in Smalltownville last year.  A large apartment building burned beyond saving in the cold of winter.  The mayor was on his way back into town from meetings about how small communities can work together. 

On his way into town, he spotted a yellow fire truck.  Smalltownville’s fire trucks aren’t yellow, so he followed the truck.  He realized soon enough why it was there.  Smoke billowed from the apartments.  Firefighters came from nearby communities . . . already working together.

By the time the mayor arrived all the residents had escaped unharmed.  Most were elderly or disabled.  They had just had a fire drill the week before, so they knew what to do.  They checked on their neighbors and helped each other get out.

No firefighters were harmed either.  The mayor reminded me how devastating the fire really was.  There are still people who are struggling after losing everything.

I told the mayor that I had sent in my donation to help the fire victims and that I also emailed people on my Smalltownville contact list to let them know how to help, too.

Then the mayor hugged me again and . . . handed me an apple.  It’s a HUGE apple and it will be my lunch at work tomorrow.  His kid brother, the tree trimmer – was giving them away at the Fest/Expo.

All this and we had only walked in the door!

I love Smalltownville.

Goodnight, Mother, and I walked around the rest of the Fest/Expo.

Each booth had something of interest.  There was the Smalltownville hospital where I was born, and where my kid sis volunteered in high school.  They were giving away band-aids.

I must say, though, I lucked out twice with spinning a wheel for door prizes.  I won a nice calculator with a spin at one booth, and a flash drive with a spin at another booth.  I’m not sure I answered the trivia question properly, but I made something up and they gave me the prize.

I stopped at the American Legion booth.  I knew someone at that booth too.  But what caught my eye was the Memorial Day 2010 binder on the table.  I quietly picked it up and was paging through it.  I knew what it was, but a uniformed Legionnaire walked up to me and told me that within the binder was the list of people to be remembered at the service this coming May.  I was simply checking to make sure my dad’s name was there.

I chatted with the Legionnaire a moment.  I asked him if they still ran the Voice of Democracy contests.  He told me they still do.  I told him I won when I was in high school.  Then I asked him if they still award the American Legion gold medal for Patriotism to a graduating senior.  I was awarded that medal on my graduation night.  He told me they dropped that program and changed it to a scholarship to help with tuition.

Another one of the Legionnaires was standing away from the booth, but I walked up to him to say hello.  I knew him, too.  I wanted to thank him for taking such good care of my mother.  He’s the town electrician and sometimes I know he doesn’t charge my mother.  When I thanked him, he simply waved his hand at me.  “Awww, she’s a great lady. We don’t mind helping.”

I love Smalltownville.

There were Czech singers and Czech dancers putting on short performances all afternoon.  I recognized the costumes even before the women took off their coats.  Another schoolmate of mine plays the concertina for some of those groups.  Mother has an 87-year-old friend who sings with the Czech singers.

The last booth we stopped at before exiting the Fest/Expo was a garden booth.  One woman working at the booth walked up to my mother and gave her a big hug.  Mother introduced her to me and told me that she teaches at the elementary school.  Mom has a State lifetime teaching license and is still called to sub every year.  The woman then told me a funny story of what my mother took for lunch one day when she was called at the very last-minute to sub at the school.  All she had time to grab was a hard-boiled egg and a piece of bread.  Knowing my mother, though, she probably boiled the egg ahead of time – just in case.  Mom and the 6th grade teacher visited for a long while and goodnight and I stepped away to let them chat.

I love Smalltownville.

Goodnight is a city kid, but she’s being raised by her Smalltownville gram.  She gets to see the best of both worlds, I hope.

Earth Hour 2010

March 27, 2010

Today I am going to participate in Earth Hour 2010.  I happened on the information while reading a digital knitting magazine.  I’m glad I clicked the link.

At 8:30 p.m. local times around the world, participants will turn off their lights for one hour.  This is a united effort to make a public comment and set an example of concern about climate change and our responsibility.

Click on the following link to read more about it, but while you’re there, find the history page and read about all the landmark sites that turned out their lights, too!  http://www.myearthhour.org/about

It’s only one hour, but with millions of people turning out their lights for one hour, it adds up to a lot of hours.

Photo credit: Taken by Goodnightgram.  I took the shot at work this week.  I just knew it would come in handy for something!

When I was a kid learning how to knit, I used to practice with my eyes closed.  It helped me rely on the feel of each stitch.  No one told me to do this, I just did it.  Who knew it would come in handy?  I think I will knit in the dark during my Earth Hour and see what it looks like when I turn the lights on.

Tomorrow I head to Smalltownville to go to a Czech Heritage Fest.  I’m not Czech at all, but when one grows up in (my) Smalltownville, it’s hard not to take on some of the cultural attributes.  Besides, it will give Goodnight another chance to have fun with Gr8 and me.

Happy Earth Hour 2010.  Let me know what you did in the dark.  NO WAIT!!  On second thought . . .   Sheesh!  Did I actually say that?  ;-)

What I learned from ‘Father Fitzgibbon’

March 26, 2010

It was my favorite movie growing up: Going My Way,  starring Bing Crosby and Barry Fitzgerald.  Even my mother got a kick out of how much I enjoyed watching it.

Last night, I pulled out my old VHS copy and stuck it in the VCR.  I still like it.  It reminds me of when life was simpler for me. 

I went to a Catholic grade school in Smalltownville and the first pastor I knew was old, quiet, spoke Smalltownville Czech as well as English.  Every now and then, during lunch recess, he would appear at the doorway of his residence and just stand there, barely noticeable, until we spotted the box of candy he was offering to anyone who scampered his way.  I did my fair share of scampering.

Harmless.  He shared his candy, watched the children jump rope and play dodge ball in front of the church, then went back to work.  He was too old to join in any ball games, like Father O’Malley did in the movie, though I think he wished he could.

Maybe that’s why I liked Father Fitzgibbon.  He knew he couldn’t jump over the bush in front of the church like his younger counterpart.

Or . . .  maybe I liked Father Fitzgibbon because he kept a “wee bit o’ the creature” hidden behind The Life of General Grant on his book shelf.  When he got chilled from being out in the rain, he had to tell Father O’Malley where to find it.  As he poured equal portions for himself and Bing Crosby, Father Fiztgibbon said, “With a bit of abstinence, it becomes my calendar.  I get a little behind during Lent, but it comes out even at Christmas.”

It’s a harmless secret . . . . . and when I watched the movie last night I laughed aloud at that part.  I haven’t seen the movie in AGES!!!

I was laughing at myself  – again.  I have a harmless secret of my own – up there on the book shelf in my bedroom.  It’s not behind the Life of General Grant, however.  It’s behind my copy of The Life of Harry Truman that I’ve had since high school.  I didn’t realize the parallel until I watched the movie last night.

As secrets go, though, I should warn you not to test the perfume in that antique perfume bottle on the shelf.  It . . . . . . isn’t perfume.  I use a great deal more abstinence than Father Fitzgibbon, because I don’t come out even every Christmas.  It takes me a couple of winters. . . . . .

This is what mine looks like, but the image is from:  http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://cdn1.ioffer.com/img/item/979/227/63/o_YOoLoC1nuL8So7Z.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.ioffer.com/c/Other-1018095&usg=__HjNdbemWvYcuRnU7OBaZZxEN4eI=&h=435&w=580&sz=78&hl=en&start=1&itbs=1&tbnid=-qjAr1gv2E67ZM:&tbnh=101&tbnw=134&prev=/images%3Fq%3DAnchor%2BHocking%2Bmoonstone%2Bperfume%2Bbottle%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:1

Going My Way image from: http://z.about.com/d/classicfilm/1/0/G/6/-/-/Going_May_Way.jpg

Benny wasn’t THAT sorry, I guess . . . .

March 25, 2010

I hate to keep interrupting my Grammy blog, but I’m a Catholic Grammy with a couple of strong opinions about this . . . more than a couple, I actually . . . . .

For those of you who pnly clicked on this link because it was in my ’Knitting’ catagory – scroll to the end now.  You’ll see why.

Since the Pope’s recently released letter of apology to the Catholics of Ireland, I’ve been working on my response to him.  His letter contained 4668 words and only ONE ‘sorry’.  The rest of what I have to say about the intentionally weak and long overdue response to the Catholics of Ireland, I’ll save for my ‘Dear Benny’ letter.  It’s not the first time I’ve written Rome and it won’t be the last.

If I seem disrespectful, click away, but I really hate it when I’m preached the straight and narrow by people who’ve kept widening their own winding ways and then lying about it.

Any victim of sexual abuse can suffer so many setbacks – not the least of which is poor/no employment history because of the resulting mental anguish. But when the crimes are perpetrated in the name of God upon people with disabilities that already set them at a disadvantage for work, the corporate church is putting the financial responsibility for social services on tax-paying citizens – to which they do not contribute, while using contribution money to hire high-buck lawyers to stall beyond statute of limitations.  I find this particularly galling since church officials are often among the visible representation at the legislative level.

Within the article below is a line that always takes my breath away: ” . . . who say they were sexually abused by clerics . . . .”

I know that reporters need to cover themselves legally, but the Americans who went to the Vaticcan WERE abused.  I think the victims who get settlements should only agree to it if they can get a written admission of guilt, by either the perpetrator, or in the case of a death, then by the church.  They WERE abused.  There are PROVEN instances of abuse.  There have been ADMISSIONS of abuse.

What there hasn’t been is REMOVAL of the bishops and cardinals who solicited, coerced, abused, lied, and blamed their own way into power and then manipulated good and decent people into believing the unbelievable . . . . . .

Based on the group BishopAccountibility.org, as of 2009, one-third of the abusive priests in the United States had links to Ireland.

Only ONE ‘sorry’ out of 4668 words?  Maybe it should have been one ‘sorry’ and 27,537 resignations, give or take a rosary chaplet’s worth, owing to recent necrology.  That should take care of all the bishops who KNEW.

Source for the stats: http://www.catholic-hierarchy.org/bishop/la.html

The following article was posted online not long ago: http://www.maximumedge.com/cgi/news/article.cgi/20100325/D9ELQ7O80

 >>>Church and Vatican documents showed that in the mid-1990s, two Wisconsin bishops urged the Vatican office led by then-Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger – now the pope – to let them hold a church trial against the Rev. Lawrence Murphy. The bishops admitted the trial was coming years after the alleged abuse, but argued that the deaf community in Milwaukee was demanding justice from the church.
An American protester in Rome on Thursday called the Murphy case an “incontrovertible case of pedophilia.”
Despite the extensive and grave allegations against Murphy, Ratzinger’s deputy at the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith ruled that the alleged molestation had occurred too long ago and that Murphy – then ailing and elderly – should instead repent and be restricted from celebrating Mass outside of his diocese.
The official, Cardinal Tarcisio Bertone - now the Vatican’s secretary of state – ordered the church trial halted after Murphy wrote Ratzinger a letter saying he was ill, infirm, and “simply want to live out the time that I have left in the dignity of my priesthood.”
The New York Times broke the story Thursday, adding fuel to a swirling scandal about the way the Vatican in general, and Benedict in particular, have handled reports of priests raping children over the years.
On Thursday, a group of Americans who say they were sexually abused by clerics staged a press conference outside St. Peter’s Square in Rome to denounce Benedict’s handling of the case and gave reporters church and Vatican documents on the case.
Afterward, Italian police detained four Americans for 2 1/2 hours because they didn’t have a permit for the news conference and suggested they get a lawyer in case a judge decided to press charges, the Americans said.

“We’ve spent more time in the police station than Father Murphy did in his life,” Peter Isely, the Milwaukee-based director of SNAP, the Survivors Network of those Abused by Priests, said after his release.

Speaking at the earlier press conference, Isely called the Murphy case the most “incontrovertible case of pedophilia you could get.”

“The goal of Cardinal Ratzinger, now Pope Benedict, was to keep this secret,” he said, flanked by photos of others who say they were abused and a poster of Ratzinger. “We need to know why he (the pope) did not let us know about him (Murphy) and why he didn’t let the police know about him and why he did not condemn him and why he did not take his collar away from him.”

The Vatican issued a strong defense in its handling of the Murphy case. The Vatican newspaper L’Osservatore Romano said there was no cover-up and denounced what it said was a “clear and despicable intention” to strike at Benedict “at any cost.”

The Vatican spokesman, the Rev. Federico Lombardi, issued a statement noting that the Murphy case had only reached the Vatican in 1996 – some 20 years after the diocese first learned of the allegations. He also said Murphy died two years later – in 1998 – and that there was nothing in the church’s handling of the matter that precluded any civil action from being taken against him.

In fact, police did investigate the allegations at the time and never proceeded with a case, Lombardi noted. He said in the statement that a lack of more recent allegations was a factor in the decision not to defrock Murphy and noted that “the Code of Canon Law does not envision automatic penalties.”

Murphy worked at the former St. John’s School for the Deaf in St. Francis from 1950 to 1975. His alleged victims were not limited to the deaf boys’ school. Donald Marshall, 45, of West Allis, Wisconsin, said he was abused by Murphy when he was a teenager at the Lincoln Hills School, a juvenile detention center in Irma in northern Wisconsin.

“I haven’t stepped in a church for some 20 years. I lost all faith in the church,” he told The Associated Press in an interview Thursday. “These predators are preying on God’s children. How can they even stand up at the pulpit and preach the word of God?”

Church and Vatican documents obtained by two lawyers who have filed lawsuits alleging the Archdiocese of Milwaukee didn’t take sufficient action against Murphy show that as many as 200 deaf students had accused him of molesting them, including in the confessional, while he ran the school.

While the documents – letters between diocese and Rome, notes taken during meetings, and summaries of meetings – are remarkable in the church officials’ repeated desire to keep the case secret, they do suggest an increasingly determined effort by bishops, albeit 20 years later, to heed the despair of the deaf community in bringing a canonical trial against Murphy.

Ratzinger’s deputy, Cardinal Tarcisio Bertone, though, shut the process down after Murphy wrote Ratzinger a letter saying he had repented, was old and ailing, and that the case’s statute of limitations had run out.

“I have just recently suffered another stroke which has left me in a weakened state,” he wrote Ratzinger. “I have repented of any of my past transgressions, and have been living peaceably in northern Wisconsin for 24 years. I simply want to live out the time that I have left in the dignity of my priesthood.”

“I ask your kind assistance in this matter,” he wrote the man who would be pope within a decade.

According to the documentation, in July 1996, then-Milwaukee Archbishop Rembert G. Weakland sent a letter seeking advice on how to proceed with Murphy to Ratzinger, who led the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith from 1981 until 2005, when he was elected pope.

Weakland explained that he was writing because he had only recently learned that the reason Murphy stopped working in 1975 was because he had been accused of soliciting sex in the confessional, one of the gravest sins in canon law.

Weakland received no response from Ratzinger, and in October 1996 convened a church tribunal to hear the case.

In March 1997, Weakland wrote to the Vatican’s Apostolic Signatura, essentially the Vatican high court, asking its advice because he feared the statute of limitations on Murphy’s alleged crimes might have expired.

Just a few weeks later, Bertone told the Wisconsin bishops to begin secret disciplinary proceedings against Murphy according to 1962 norms concerning soliciting sex in the confessional, according to the documents.

But a year later, Bertone reversed himself, advising the diocese to stop the process after Murphy wrote to Ratzinger. Bertone suggested that Murphy should instead be subject to “pastoral measures destined to obtain the reparation of scandal and the restoration of justice.”

The archbishop then handling the case, Bishop Raphael Fliss, objected, saying in a letter to Bertone that “I have come to the conclusion that scandal cannot be sufficiently repaired, nor justice sufficiently restored, without a judicial trial against Fr. Murphy.”

Fliss and Weakland then met with Bertone in Rome in May 1988. Weakland informed Bertone that Murphy had no sense of remorse and didn’t seem to realize the gravity of what he had done, according to a Vatican summary of the meeting.

But Bertone insisted that there weren’t “sufficient elements to institute a canonical process” against Murphy because so much time had already passed, according to the summary.

Weakland, likening Murphy to a “difficult” child, then reminded Bertone that three psychologists had determined he was a “typical” pedophile, in that he felt himself a victim.

But Bertone suggested Murphy take a spiritual retreat to determine if he is truly sorry, or otherwise face possible defrocking.

“Before the meeting ended, Monsignor Weakland reaffirmed the difficulty he will have to make the deaf community understand the lightness of these provisions,” the summary noted.

The documents contain no response from Ratzinger.

The documents emerged even as the Vatican deals with an ever-widening church abuse scandal sweeping several European countries. Benedict last week issued an unprecedented letter to Ireland addressing the 16 years of church cover-up scandals there. But he has yet to say anything about his handling of a case in Germany known to have developed when, as cardinal, he oversaw the Munich Archdiocese from 1977 to 1982.

After Murphy was removed from the school in 1974, he went to northern Wisconsin, where he spent the rest of his life working in parishes, schools and, according to one lawsuit, a juvenile detention center.

Previously released court documents show Weakland oversaw a 1993 evaluation of Murphy that concluded the priest likely assaulted up to 200 students at the school.

Weakland resigned as archbishop in 2002 after admitting the archdiocese secretly paid $450,000 to a man who accused him of sexual abuse.

I have desigend a new line of winter apparel. (comes in black, purple, red . . .) Mea maxima culpa.

Admittin’ the knittin’!

March 25, 2010

I must have been having a good time lately!!!  I woke up early this morning, 3:30 a.m. and wasn’t tired anymore, so I got up.  The early hour gave me plenty of time to pick up some things around the house.

Before you get carried away into thinking that I had to pick up dirty laundry, or fold some blankets that Goodnight and I used while we watched TV . . . . nah!!!  Not that kind of picking up.

Seems I had some knitting needles to put away.  Several sets, in fact, left behind exactly where I was sitting when I finished a project.  I don’t always sit in the same chair when I knit – so it seems.  I had to gather up my tools from the kitchen table, the living room coffee table, my desk, and my bedroom.  Happy chore, however, and then I marched them all to where they belonged.

Proof of the fun/labor, I guess were the projects to be gathered as well:

The steering wheel cover is done!  That was fun.  It came to me from Lion Brand and I started it the day I got the pattern in my email.  It’s cute, but it makes me feel like I should have some fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror, too.  (I won’t of course.  My parking tag for work is enough to hang there.)

I knit a water bottle carrier to take to work.  It serves two functions, really.  First of all, it’s easlier to carry my water bottle this way, and secondly, when I first get to the office, I use the full water bottle as a weight.

I was also working on some Barbie doll clothes for an Easter basket.

A two-piece green outfit:

A two-piece red outfit with some pearl doo-dads:

A poncho:

And a blanket:

I’ll see what else time will allow.  These little thing can seem like they knit up fast, but they can take time due to the finer gauge.

I’d like to finish this spring-colored shawl to take to Smalltownville at Easter time.  Mom will donate it to her church and I will likely know the person who receives it.

So much yarn . . . . . so little time!!!  ;-)

Letter in the Mail

March 24, 2010

Yesterday I received a three-page letter in the mail from a friend.  Inside the envelope there were five photographs included.  I pulled it out of the mail box, walked back up the driveway, made myself a cup of tea and sat down to read it.   Three pages, five photographs and not even Christmas!!!!!

What a wonderful gift to still hear from friends and family.  More and more so, it’s by email.  Just this morning I sent and email to my brother and sister-in-law with photo attachments, but a snail mail letter still feels homey and familiar to me.  I appreciated it very much.

It’s a letter I’m proud to receive, actually.  I don’t consider myself a very good friend-type person . . . .  That’s not to say I’m unfriendly.  I think time and circumstance have been more in control of that than I.  But the person who sent me this letter has been a good friend for a long time.  Not long enough.  Not a childhood chum.  A later-in-life acquaintance that felt comfortable from the start.  Hard to hope for when one has established a life and a circle of people much closer in distance.

Oddly though, the letter didn’t feel like catching up out of guilt.  It simply felt like filling in the gaps where time and space leave question marks:  a surgery, and then another, travel, hot water heater broken down, the weather . . . . so very normal.  I love normal.

Sometimes – most times - I feel frantically out of step with this crazy world, but a letter from a friend can soften all the uncertainty and adjust my outlook on life.

My friend asked me to write in return and send photographs, too.  I will.  We both have had previous chats about Goodnight . . . Officer Friendly, so it will feel like I’m taking my turn in a conversation and turning another page in the family photo album.

Funny . . . this person could have sat down at the computer and sent me an email.  We both know enough technology to do that.  But maybe we both are old enough to appreciate the dimension and heft of something tangible when we peek into our mail boxes.  That’s the kind of friend I have.

I hope you have them too.

 

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