Fiber Dreams

Thank you all so very much for your kind and sympathetic messages. It helps a lot to know you’re all out there. Web friends are awesome.

Since a couple of you asked, I’m expected at the hospital on Wednesday, May 3, at 7 a.m., and the surgery is scheduled to start at 9 a.m. Pacific time.

Ooh, Jenna, using the ‘pons and pads money for stash… I like that idea, gf. Yes, it has added up to quite a bit of cash every month.

Sandy, you dear. What you went through! Vacation? What’s that? Can’t go. I can’t even hold down a regular job right now. A number of days every month I’m house-bound… I couldn’t get to an office without a major disaster. Can’t be more than thirty minutes away from a bathroom, and sometimes I’m seriously overflowing much more closely than that, and that goes on for a day or two every cycle, even at night. But no iron shots for me. Thank goodness. You know, now that you mention it, I am sometimes a little dizzy. Haven’t thought much about it. Maybe it is related. I’ll put it on my list to talk to my doctor about on Thursday when we go see her for the pre-op appointment.

Winding the Skeins

Enough of this for now. Let’s move on to something diversionary… Like stitching! I got about 400 stitches in this last week, and was able to even things up from one side to the other. Of course, after stitching this evening it’s out of balance again, but that’s okay. Progress!

Feeling sheepish?

I saw a link to these little dears on Kim’s blog, and I had to sign up for the Project Spectrum Sheep Club right away. I mean, really. A girl who’s going through what I have been lately needs cute sheep in her knitting bag, doesn’t she? The first one arrived today, and it’s adorable! It came in its own little zip lock bag with a nice introductory note. I can’t wait to knit something that I need a stitch marker for, so I can use him.

Shavings

One of our bathroom has a separate little door between the part where the sinks are and where the shower and stool are. The room with the shower and stool is tiny, made worse by the fact that until last weekend the connecting door opened into that tiny room. It’s so close that it’s difficult to know where to stand to open/close that door. Or it was. Last weekend Dave switched the door, moved it to the other side, changed the hinges, the striker plate, everything, so the door opens into the larger room where the two sinks are. But the so-and-so who originally installed the door didn’t do it right, and the door wouldn’t close. Argh. Well, poor Dave was too frustrated at that point to do anything about it but curse. Can’t say that I blamed him at all. We figured, though, after he calmed down a bit, that he could probably fix it by planing the side of the door down a bit.

I don’t know if you remember, but last fall we brought home a pickup load of tools from Mom’s house. Dad’s tools. Some of the tools we brought home actually had belonged to my mother’s uncle Clarence. My great-uncle. I never met Uncle Clarence, but I am privileged to own two things that me made, one being a gorgeous solid cedar hope chest that he made for my aunt, Mom’s sister, when she came of age, and the other being a glass case he made for a doll collection (I have the dolls, too, but that’s another story).

You will gather, correctly, from this that Uncle Clarence was a fine woodworker. He made fabulous things. When he died, my father got a lot of Clarence’s tools, most of which Dave now owns. One of these tools is a gorgeous big, old plane for evening out things like doors. Dave hauled it out, and used it to fix the door. The door now closes beautifully. And look at the wonderful, fine shavings that the plane makes. Yes, I’m delighted by simple things. I like it that way. Don’t you?

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