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Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Monday, March 27, 2017

Quilting and reading and things in the mail.

I came home from work in "wanna quilt" mode, and Middlest graciously allowed me to be a hermit. I made acceptable progress. Not outstanding progress, but acceptable progress. And I flipped through the new Target catalogue (so many yummy things) and the new Avenue catalogue (not impressed in the least; when are cold shoulder tops going to go out of fashion?). And I read a small chunk of the book for work, enough to feel that I am making progress there as well.

The ribbons and laces which I ordered from the Etsy shop have shipped out and should arrive at the office on Thursday. I've ordered a Grim Reaper balloon for the family birthday dinner. I've wanted this one for 25 years, and it's no longer available in local shops. It should be here in the next few days as well.

The Gatorade which used to be part of Middlest's migraine regimen is by the front door to take to Fourthborn before Knit Night tomorrow.

Family Search emailed to say that one of my ancestors was an early member of Relief Society and perished at Winter Quarters. I need to figure out how she was related to Gram's mother, but not tonight, or I'd be up till all hours, and my muscle relaxer has kicked in, and I am done with this more than ordinarily satisfying day.

Night, y'all.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Good Sabbath!

Mine was great, thanks! Notwithstanding the schedule change, which complicated how much and when to eat before leaving for church, our meetings and classes were exactly what I needed today. I didn't have to eat the cheese sticks that I popped into my bag, nor the nut bar (you are what you eat, right?).

I've made and remade the front yoke of the doll tabard at least four times, and (I think) I'm finally done. All that remains is to bind off eight stitches on the waistband ~ why I didn't do them en masse before starting the back, I can't say ~ weave in the ends, pick out buttons (decorative) and sew snaps (functional), and I can call it done.

I'm tempted to cast on another one, just to polish off the yarn. And then I want to design another one in laceweight to go with the neckties that I bought the other night.

Five days until I can pay off my Adela.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Certain women.

Sister Linda Burton, the General President of the Relief Society, put a whole new spin on that for me this evening, as I listened to the Women's General Meeting in our stake center. I'd always thought of it as "a certain bunch of women" who were converted to the gospel in the meridian of time. She offered another perspective: women who are certain, confident in their faith and testimony, valiant in standing for truth and righteousness.

In less exalted news, I think the fourth incarnation of the back of the tabard is long enough, but Rosalie (the doll belonging to Fourthborn which is visiting in Middlest's room so Middlest may knit her a sweater) is not accessible at the moment. Middlest is zonked out, so I've put a post-it on the mirror in the guest loo (a/k/a Middlest's loo) asking that Rosalie be moved out into the living room the next time my kid bubbles to the surface.

Like me, Middlest is prone to waking in the middle of the night and doing random quiet things until the urge to sleep returns. There's a pretty good chance that Rosalie will be parked in a chair out here when I wake in the morning.

One of the announcements last week at ward conference was that, since the Spanish branch has been absorbed into a ward that meets in the stake center, our ward is moving back to the 11-2 slot for the meetinghouse. I guess the solution to that is to reactivate the people who are not currently attending church, baptize an equivalent amount, and hope for the same in the other wards in our stake, so that they can create a new ward that meets in our building, and we can go back to the 1-4 slot, which is my favorite, instead of toggling between 9-12 and 11-2.

First world problems.

It's been a good day, and I'm sleepy, and I think I'll go to bed a little early.

Friday, March 24, 2017

A frogging we will go

I was pleased with the gauge of the re-knitted tabard back but not the tension of the slipped stitches on the side or the bound-off stitches at the waistband. So this morning I ripped it back to where the bind-off began and redid it between stoplights on the way home. It's just that much tighter, and I hope it will be smooth sailing from here out.

Work went well except for one moment when I got irritated by something that SemperFi said, and within a minute my stomach decided to set my throat on fire. I didn't have anything in my desk drawer or my lunchbox to absorb the acid, so I forwarded my phone and went down to the deli for two pieces of lightly buttered toast. By the time I finished them, my stomach was calm and I'd adjusted my attitude.

He wasn't being tacky. I overreacted. In the sense of the famous Vietnam-era quote: We had to bomb the village to save it. Yeah, stomach: not helping!

On the other hand, my ankles have been calm all day, and I enjoyed a simple dinner at home with Middlest, and a friend from church has come by to borrow two long folding tables for a multi-family garage sale tomorrow, so now I can hang up my bra, take off my shoes, and knit until it's time to take my meds and go to sleep.

That was half an hour ago. I got distracted by an IM from a cousin I found on Ancestry. She lives just east of Tulsa. I'm driving up for lunch the day after my birthday, immediately after dropping off Middlest at the college. Hoping to get there around noon, but there are four or five construction zones between us. I will miss Knit Night that night, and I will probably sleep all day the next day, but it will be worth it. She will let me know when the ancestral family reunion is taking place, and I'm hoping to meet more of the family then.

There's going to be considerably less knitting before bedtime tonight, but the time spent in back-and-forth was absolutely worth it.

I am so blessed!

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Really happy, really tired

Work went particularly well today, notwithstanding a surprise/mandatory virtual meeting that ate up an hour which could have been put to far better use. Our office manager was logged in remotely, so she did not hear the brash, irreverent, and generally mutinous comments which punctuated the hour and kept us more or less awake. I confess to deleting emails on my phone and getting partway through a game of Sudoku, because the alternative was death by irrelevance.

Thankfully, once I got back to my desk I was able to be as productive as I am on my best days (just not for as long a stretch as I would have hoped).

Middlest's class was interrupted by a fire alarm at the college and multiple emergency vehicles, plus a ramped-up migraine from the disarranged morning. But my kid was able to come to tonight's knitting group, and we just inhaled some party tacos.

It was a day of at least two miracles that I'm aware of. The first before we left the house, when I went to quilt a small circle on the border and discovered that my needle had vanished. After prayer, it popped up on my mattress, rather than in a body part. The second was at work, when I was impressed to do one last check on a document I was about to file with the court and saved myself an embarrassing error. Guardian angels and the Spirit have been working doubles on my half today.

I've frogged the back of the doll tabard twice but seem to be on the right track now.

And on that note, I'm going to take my meds and finish the second half of that circle on the quilt and call it a day.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

So I went a little nuts last night on Etsy.

Bought a bunch of vintage French grosgrain ribbon and sundry other items for future doll clothing. I've bought from this site before, and they ship really fast. I should have the package within a week.

On the way home tonight, I stopped in at the big thrift store next to my grocery store and bought nine neckties to cannibalize for doll skirts. Three colorways: rosy orange (I know!), yellows and greys, greyed greens. And then I went next door and bought food.

I'm hoping to be abed well before I was last night or the night before. Right now I'm eating some of that incredible mango salsa from Costco with chips I bought at the regular grocery after reading bag after bag to find a brand that does not use (or even possibly use) canola oil. I am so disappointed with Frito-Lay. Au revoir, Doritos Scoops! Anyway, I will need to sit up for awhile to make sure that this salsa does not decide to play 1812 Overture when I lie down tonight.

I'm off to quilt for awhile.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Brain is doing that thing again.

The one where it spits ideas at me almost faster than I can whip them into Evernote. On the other hand, it kept me safely awake on the drive home from Knit Night.

Realized this morning that the lovely outfit I found last night does not suit the personalities of any of the MSDs I own or plan to buy. Plus, Fourthborn's Rosalie is visiting here awhile and is the right size to serve as a pattern model for Adela.

That's all I've got tonight, y'all. Taking my meds an hour late (again) and calling it a day.