tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303988292024-03-18T00:55:47.554-07:00In StitchesChronicles of a book-loving fiber junkieSharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.comBlogger1538125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-36044106797634646222022-08-28T16:29:00.001-07:002022-08-28T16:29:19.394-07:00Japanese Woodcuts<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdDDcbT-oxRQ9BuiPPRlNWw818ITM2d1SDJHsZqL5uzzLF_lOLtAAoIQe56j4d7inflEEQ9qIGoeSsVf6NNNP0Om3rr7t7yLIDT-Z4H5CAki_SwHkMXSXn6thg7tH1I_UwV98fbzOO2y4NYgzQlZ5M9guhRhovTO_qnl2Ou43gGLpt5otgIMc/s4032/IMG_2977.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdDDcbT-oxRQ9BuiPPRlNWw818ITM2d1SDJHsZqL5uzzLF_lOLtAAoIQe56j4d7inflEEQ9qIGoeSsVf6NNNP0Om3rr7t7yLIDT-Z4H5CAki_SwHkMXSXn6thg7tH1I_UwV98fbzOO2y4NYgzQlZ5M9guhRhovTO_qnl2Ou43gGLpt5otgIMc/s320/IMG_2977.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />I was signed up for a Japanese woodblock class with Andrew Lorish but it got cancelled because of Covid. I was thrilled when a new date was set for this summer and it got cancelled too because Andrew got Covid. Several weeks ago the class was announced for this weekend and I think I'm the first person to sign up. I'm so out of shape. I really needed something to kickstart me.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_3iV27aURRSxyRwxFM4ACWSLkJPcI-djHUwyBRaWV2ocftUO_zFiM0Sw7BScinvLy0UVxzWRJUpW06rX-Bg7ZQka4J9O7mp4uzN0ciHM0bCcdQqEF17z23FpFbIQCGGt1ogKePB60m1FONW9pNc1owQkXL2IDZluLjFBEztHQbV920qpqJs8/s4032/IMG_2976.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_3iV27aURRSxyRwxFM4ACWSLkJPcI-djHUwyBRaWV2ocftUO_zFiM0Sw7BScinvLy0UVxzWRJUpW06rX-Bg7ZQka4J9O7mp4uzN0ciHM0bCcdQqEF17z23FpFbIQCGGt1ogKePB60m1FONW9pNc1owQkXL2IDZluLjFBEztHQbV920qpqJs8/s320/IMG_2976.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>The class was held in the Studio 6000 in Sisters Oregon, just a half hour north of Bend. Much of the equipment was from Bend Art Center which closed about four years ago due to financial woes. That was a sad day. A half dozen of my friends from previous classes were also there so it was a bit of reunion too.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNyeOgXUS6pyh0OyoZ52YxuOpDqdKrU_aQTH_9k_46Q2ixLUfEgzYi-_0nIvCKWTiKtPlKVSjaTPQ-2OWHFRnS8277eoM3MZls-9rW7X0xKp1lWT9KQBkU9_efrb6MY0LPsC-isU5vAXrQBmBsmQP_Gf2t_PwXSuYPUqW0934XRChleP3NV4I/s4032/IMG_2969.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNyeOgXUS6pyh0OyoZ52YxuOpDqdKrU_aQTH_9k_46Q2ixLUfEgzYi-_0nIvCKWTiKtPlKVSjaTPQ-2OWHFRnS8277eoM3MZls-9rW7X0xKp1lWT9KQBkU9_efrb6MY0LPsC-isU5vAXrQBmBsmQP_Gf2t_PwXSuYPUqW0934XRChleP3NV4I/s320/IMG_2969.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div>Ian says I "spread out" when I'm working but this was worse than normal. I wanted to carve a second block but only had 30 minutes to do it in. I worked like a mad woman and made a huge mess with the shavings everywhere.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim85RjtnIgbROBM7pF7fp7mYq7B-VqbA7Qc2lVAebWf8mLStnP2wtaSDdO8sI-x6Iqcjb-7RN6UHc0VQi6R4KPwVI6H4vr0Mq5k4smpCkjCA14DRwTLmnP5VSJpygwzaXZPApIM84v9esHVByGSGd4ncLq1K_Tq-2OBRQ_n-bPlrnfCl_YumU/s4032/IMG_2971.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim85RjtnIgbROBM7pF7fp7mYq7B-VqbA7Qc2lVAebWf8mLStnP2wtaSDdO8sI-x6Iqcjb-7RN6UHc0VQi6R4KPwVI6H4vr0Mq5k4smpCkjCA14DRwTLmnP5VSJpygwzaXZPApIM84v9esHVByGSGd4ncLq1K_Tq-2OBRQ_n-bPlrnfCl_YumU/s320/IMG_2971.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>Andrew rolled out plates of transparent cyan, magenta and yellow. We used Caligo ink with lots of extender, about five-to-one extender to ink. We inked our plates and printed our cut-to-size Hosho paper with a barren. He had us print one direction then do a 180 turn and repeat the process with either the same color or different to see how it worked. These are the first prints finished. We had four sheets to print and three hours. We had to work fast.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4Zt9x0yKEdR9yjstWW35wrLv2x_SGxMx66GNPiNKRSBm3aLhbyWQEEBht90CMS4KLoJhnzFMKJ5EPOQ2j0t6S8vSiRY0ogYA3iIonpa9cVGY5DlAxaKl65X3mQlBWOtEL1b86o65ph3ChCOYKmIIHALGkaW1KWVcXyDrZ0Ahz8WuY6NiiLQ/s4032/IMG_2973.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4Zt9x0yKEdR9yjstWW35wrLv2x_SGxMx66GNPiNKRSBm3aLhbyWQEEBht90CMS4KLoJhnzFMKJ5EPOQ2j0t6S8vSiRY0ogYA3iIonpa9cVGY5DlAxaKl65X3mQlBWOtEL1b86o65ph3ChCOYKmIIHALGkaW1KWVcXyDrZ0Ahz8WuY6NiiLQ/s320/IMG_2973.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And some more.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCPHW8j2qNJ0Nk2Z7vhYlVef1tsMCRPMhHoMr54zxX2Bx_JaKz3tMe5RkZUO2LdRPiyUgnUyD1BkFyW3N2P1Fiq4g26EtovZz8HkGjfPx93ifuB-uDGxUdTcpsL1D2wapzwprPcAKpDBzwyl2mwolzgHjUAlLe0jshXvF5vtAtHA_qr_uR3OY/s4032/IMG_2978.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCPHW8j2qNJ0Nk2Z7vhYlVef1tsMCRPMhHoMr54zxX2Bx_JaKz3tMe5RkZUO2LdRPiyUgnUyD1BkFyW3N2P1Fiq4g26EtovZz8HkGjfPx93ifuB-uDGxUdTcpsL1D2wapzwprPcAKpDBzwyl2mwolzgHjUAlLe0jshXvF5vtAtHA_qr_uR3OY/s320/IMG_2978.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>And these are mine. I like the block I carved in 30 minutes the best. I printed with just two colors, and l'm not sure I like the prints with three. You have to click for big to see how the colors worked together, just yellow and cyan.<div><br /></div><div>I came home energized and ready to do some more carving. I have a couple of wood blocks left before I have to order more and I have a head full of ideas. This is just what the doctor ordered, something to look forward to on the long gray days of winter.<br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-88512452237476073172022-07-04T09:01:00.003-07:002022-07-04T09:02:21.812-07:00Visit to the Library <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc55yA7Fkrxi2tf8Gnfck3KXa1mjr8dNPL80oNjs7y-u8MKSW5REl-lNlCAjLqtIc5KWHsYzIY3unNwEbOfqe3D13jCWqxgC1lXm5El6rBFtpxRMN10QKyPgesqOINR53u2xmucWinAcsf8m-24XPhYIZ2cM_Y0bBPI5zyBncfgufVWkOersU/s4032/IMG_2628.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc55yA7Fkrxi2tf8Gnfck3KXa1mjr8dNPL80oNjs7y-u8MKSW5REl-lNlCAjLqtIc5KWHsYzIY3unNwEbOfqe3D13jCWqxgC1lXm5El6rBFtpxRMN10QKyPgesqOINR53u2xmucWinAcsf8m-24XPhYIZ2cM_Y0bBPI5zyBncfgufVWkOersU/s320/IMG_2628.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>My granddaughter Alexia and I paid a visit to the library last week, mainly to pick up the two books she had placed on hold, but I came home with some books too, two that I had already read but didn't remember. That's not a good recommendation at all. This is Alexia's last summer visit with us as she moves into her dorm room next month to start her freshman year at the University of Nevada, Reno.<p></p><p>My eye was caught by a book on the "new books" display and it was so good that I read it in three days. <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Paradise-Falls-Story-Environmental-Catastrophe/dp/0593318439/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3EIPS0TOXC3H3&keywords=paradise+falls&qid=1656948648&s=books&sprefix=paradise+falls%2Cstripbooks%2C181&sr=1-1">Paradise Falls: the true story of an environmental catastrophe.</a> Most often the nonfiction books I enjoy fall into the Dewey classification of the 900s, the subject classification for history and geography. I avoid the 300s which is the social sciences, and especially 364 which is true crime - yuch. This book was 363.738, almost a sure thing that it would be boring but I liked the cover. What can I say? Sometimes I can be very shallow.</p><p>I didn't realize until I got home that this was the retelling of the Love Canal and it wasn't boring at all. Beginning in the 1940s Hooker Chemical began dumping barrels of unwanted chemicals into an old abandoned canal. They made no record of the contents once they were disposed of. In 1977 residents in the Niagara Falls subdivision, with a playground and affordable homes, began experiencing pungent odors inside their houses. Lois Gibbs, a housewife with no education past high school, began to organize residents and appeal to the authorities to fix the problem. I realized as I came to the end of the book that ll homeowners agitating for remediation were women and all the authorities were men who dismissed them as "just" housewives. Sound familiar?</p><p>Dr Beverly Paigen, an outspoken scientist, saw the crisis and led toxic waste studies in spite of clashing with state officials who subjected her to a harassment campaign that drove her and her husband from their major research posts at what was then Roswell Park Memorial Institute. They relocated to California where they continued their research, and it wasn't until 1992 that she was vindicated.</p><p>Not all of the protestors were residents. Sister Joan Malone was an activist who approached protest a different way, by buying stock in offending corporations so she could vote in the annul meetings. Keith O'Brien, author of Fly Girls, has written a nail biter - two thumbs up!</p><p> </p>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-41596302135235560242022-06-22T15:38:00.000-07:002022-06-22T15:38:27.884-07:00Back to Books<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNiH-S7eI8FJptlMyCNW8jand0nj56x7M7J-wPxso0JjwjgUvcLSzUrVuE_fxuzKY5jwm1pt960w-d571mKhygFoMIgXCerq-UizalpnqMAF0HJnjZdeX4AalU_NiDqMUlaDO48benI1uhaqY1ExAHSW88GDZvnz9TUFj8ufQAk1-3XZJBlv8/s4032/IMG_2534.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNiH-S7eI8FJptlMyCNW8jand0nj56x7M7J-wPxso0JjwjgUvcLSzUrVuE_fxuzKY5jwm1pt960w-d571mKhygFoMIgXCerq-UizalpnqMAF0HJnjZdeX4AalU_NiDqMUlaDO48benI1uhaqY1ExAHSW88GDZvnz9TUFj8ufQAk1-3XZJBlv8/s320/IMG_2534.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>I've decided to change the focus of my posts to book reviews only. All is well in the Campbell household but I was boring myself and suspect you were just as bored. So books, here we go!</p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Metropolis-Novel-B-Shapiro-ebook/dp/B09F627SJ9/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1MYBVBH777PKU&keywords=metropolis+shapiro&qid=1655936347&sprefix=metropolis+shapi%2Caps%2C266&sr=8-1">Metropolis by B.A. Shapiro</a></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">It’s been a while since I’ve picked up a book that I literally could not put down. I think the way the story unfolds around six individuals and placed in six-story 100-year-old storage unit would make a great play. A near fatal incident in one of the elevators begs the question - who is at fault and is it an accidental or planned. I couldn’t read fast enough!!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/True-Biz-Novel-Sara-Novic-ebook/dp/B097B2VLNY/ref=sr_1_1?crid=DK5VC0D2MJQY&keywords=true+biz+sara+novic&qid=1655936792&sprefix=true+bi%2Caps%2C134&sr=8-1">True Biz by Sara Novic</a></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">This book is centered around a school for the deaf in Ohio, and even if you know someone who is hearing impaired, I promise you that you’ll see those lives in a different way. The challenge for me was to keep track of the multiple storylines: the head mistress who signs and her wife who does not, a teen whose mother forces her to wear an implant but refuses to learn to sign, the deaf teen whose family has a thread of genetic deafness and what happens when a baby is born hearing.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">I came away with some unanswered question. What would it mean if a patrolman shouts at a deaf teen to stop, but they keep running? Of if they do need help but have no way to call the police. Of if a child in Child Protective Services declines to have a cochlear implant installed and the authorities overrule them. I think the movie CODA has given us all a lot to think about. The bottom line is - how can we effectively communicate.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /></p><p>I thank NetGalley, a book clearing house of sorts, for providing both of these books to me as advanced reader copies, so appreciated. Two thumbs up to both!</p>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-62952673303286462212022-04-13T16:06:00.002-07:002022-04-13T16:06:52.854-07:00April !!<p>It seems like months pass before I think of something to blog about. Once upon a time I was rabidly adding to my blog but it was a period of discovery, dyeing and spinning wool and learning to weave. I'm past the period of discovery and am more about recollections. The most recent time of interest was a trip to Reno for Delaney's third birthday party.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpUv8e177A9jInLrHwBRolOFCKkoEWkj7boJq-GFLt0jP9D0qINhEJuaAjHfAvC6poqCpzCnLgbOU3qtjNHR5onfHoTkHn8yJDKnyqNU-eXur66YzbgqUhA_EZ7gC_Bdn7Kqfh770Sd0dxPayZpbvukmpMEothSjWKs4tv4a_5TE0ou31Pyo/s4032/IMG_2279.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpUv8e177A9jInLrHwBRolOFCKkoEWkj7boJq-GFLt0jP9D0qINhEJuaAjHfAvC6poqCpzCnLgbOU3qtjNHR5onfHoTkHn8yJDKnyqNU-eXur66YzbgqUhA_EZ7gC_Bdn7Kqfh770Sd0dxPayZpbvukmpMEothSjWKs4tv4a_5TE0ou31Pyo/s320/IMG_2279.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I haven't seen Delaney since October. She and her daddy were watering the flower boxes in the front yard when we arrived. I was thrilled when she saw me, ran across the front yard and jumped up into my arms. After six months I was afraid that she wouldn't remember me. She was transfixed by my sunglasses. I was tempted to leave them with her.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGboFZC7jAZh3SQJj28HypGSFm2D1qivOFe7qpB3GiVGVbsAUJgydMFMYWe5cuenFhnaAUl-hWc1d3lsMykk7nsfLXnecCyPa6WPcfXVEhvkjmnvkpbjn1V69LdELR_RdKrvbzVyzxAyJ36gtAeohfwL6U5_03LCUcMVgHUS-0eC0Pm4WENng/s4032/IMG_2288.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGboFZC7jAZh3SQJj28HypGSFm2D1qivOFe7qpB3GiVGVbsAUJgydMFMYWe5cuenFhnaAUl-hWc1d3lsMykk7nsfLXnecCyPa6WPcfXVEhvkjmnvkpbjn1V69LdELR_RdKrvbzVyzxAyJ36gtAeohfwL6U5_03LCUcMVgHUS-0eC0Pm4WENng/s320/IMG_2288.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>The party was at her Aunt Katie's house where she played in the same sandbox that her college-age cousin played in. She had to think about it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQWSfR4feIQg5Zr66FfkyMnYBGZCrcyMUkDeFM8yaWwyu0Te8DgK5_bKKIlwK1v7P14PwejyWY_ux99LCbj6RypnUv-52ihx7RDSfUuYfiw6uFpLP_-U7dcH9_hr3MKEOUYdj3kkZigiLZ30yTGL286K58VmBJH-CfkTGhoO2gbFe4SAkAnV8/s4032/IMG_2293.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQWSfR4feIQg5Zr66FfkyMnYBGZCrcyMUkDeFM8yaWwyu0Te8DgK5_bKKIlwK1v7P14PwejyWY_ux99LCbj6RypnUv-52ihx7RDSfUuYfiw6uFpLP_-U7dcH9_hr3MKEOUYdj3kkZigiLZ30yTGL286K58VmBJH-CfkTGhoO2gbFe4SAkAnV8/s320/IMG_2293.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>Her mommy and daddy coaxed her on what to expect so she patiently waited for that special moment - opening presents!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyxhHk9Pyo9T52qTTJZtfsp_QrNO6-3zk04FGS5FnTEzIY3hvJZlP18XLOOPB7gtEUa5dNLx2uSC-U' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div>She had also been coached in how to blow out her candle and she didn't want to share one second of it with anyone else, not even her uncle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDeo91k169pG0TydALnb6QjKJeu3_fGM1rUzeo1bhr56c2iBNypuDRmzabhHyhIdTrnFEwMU4gcfR4IYoAJmW41nde0BbPybVxzK0aoymWzgjLB1SJaRf34_GzYPXKZ5bO4bQYhDzVMqqznzyOo9tlkAwhm51ntUXekC9xjnbOVjJQ7MT-wu0/s2048/IMG_2284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDeo91k169pG0TydALnb6QjKJeu3_fGM1rUzeo1bhr56c2iBNypuDRmzabhHyhIdTrnFEwMU4gcfR4IYoAJmW41nde0BbPybVxzK0aoymWzgjLB1SJaRf34_GzYPXKZ5bO4bQYhDzVMqqznzyOo9tlkAwhm51ntUXekC9xjnbOVjJQ7MT-wu0/s320/IMG_2284.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>We were only in Reno for four days so ate out every night. This meal was at the Golden Flower, our longtime favorite. Alexia will be spending July with us again this year, her last summer before going to college in the fall.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RjI8eAMQwqEK_ZVHt2n8xlGu-7UfHAZTBeSH-UWKpHl8sAHf8iDqxW89QIcorWOugCNJd-Y0PSqwHnMkTYU_G11mLE58wHau_HMeCINFjQeajdOFgo05XGaC7RntGroW6e0FbPDJDoyLbWKCrNblkrJ5ErcWGxfJtg7jvNoP3t2Ym4FUn4Q/s4032/IMG_2311.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RjI8eAMQwqEK_ZVHt2n8xlGu-7UfHAZTBeSH-UWKpHl8sAHf8iDqxW89QIcorWOugCNJd-Y0PSqwHnMkTYU_G11mLE58wHau_HMeCINFjQeajdOFgo05XGaC7RntGroW6e0FbPDJDoyLbWKCrNblkrJ5ErcWGxfJtg7jvNoP3t2Ym4FUn4Q/s320/IMG_2311.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>The weather forecast was dire so we left a day early. I was driving on this stretch and at the Summer Lake rest stop, two travel trailers pulled back onto the road into increasingly buffeting wind. That's dirt, not snow that I'm navigating. He put on blinkers and we limped along until the western edge of Silver Lake. The dusty wind was blinding, a first for me.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLiJvxNsager-uulJ2gRMdTXybc9ZlGbIEpHIZCMxJurnPqs21ssPACQ3VB2yx-4TmAw4jzvs7bsW4vKwPIO0vfjpe1lu9ZFcvDOyvktWFr2QmOAts-swZxEL91f_fTRrYgqFcMig76Os8OJPvunOtZfKRgYga0c9dvxoAI0s23mqP0yjQqY8/s4032/IMG_2316.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLiJvxNsager-uulJ2gRMdTXybc9ZlGbIEpHIZCMxJurnPqs21ssPACQ3VB2yx-4TmAw4jzvs7bsW4vKwPIO0vfjpe1lu9ZFcvDOyvktWFr2QmOAts-swZxEL91f_fTRrYgqFcMig76Os8OJPvunOtZfKRgYga0c9dvxoAI0s23mqP0yjQqY8/s320/IMG_2316.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>We got home on Monday and on Friday I went with my friend Kathi to pick up her new loom from the Eugene Textile Center. We shopped at Cosy, an aptly named yarn store, and ate at a nearby Chinese restaurant. The weather was starting to turn so we called it a day and not a minute too soon. A new front was creeping over the Cascades.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHCNKN2Os5ZDvxgVdtqa4CsteFrornkbPeHC5cmN5Vy81QleqeqWlefnLcvLlYJgSLZMQA8dz7VQ0qcUpBvG8iWdBOXSmQKlJp-ICqgowPAHJqCXHKaYciQPxivH0UQYpzqpPPt3LrUYciZJZW9OdKCRqzs_CbKzviIQ62epqy9exnu8UEb1s/s4032/IMG_2327.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHCNKN2Os5ZDvxgVdtqa4CsteFrornkbPeHC5cmN5Vy81QleqeqWlefnLcvLlYJgSLZMQA8dz7VQ0qcUpBvG8iWdBOXSmQKlJp-ICqgowPAHJqCXHKaYciQPxivH0UQYpzqpPPt3LrUYciZJZW9OdKCRqzs_CbKzviIQ62epqy9exnu8UEb1s/s320/IMG_2327.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>Kathi is a new weaver and her enthusiasm is catching. It's been a while since I've put a project on my eight-shaft loom and I find my back tiring and needing frequent rests. I've started using the elliptical trainer at the nearby rec center and boy do I need it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbcTmB1csFfz9bvd7nJ-9VCIFXFR4rCghbM7CtelmheAEiUuFH8BGBjs-RXF4qr_qgcd06klpNM7k6Ju4gmZx8x_s2nHA0AqQryrkmIOsedu0zg1Ohr5kOnndrZlQDmCWD2UQw0slcRrM0hej7UcHquz3yyN0MS46IXA9GHqAaJh9NEcCv6w/s4032/IMG_2337.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbcTmB1csFfz9bvd7nJ-9VCIFXFR4rCghbM7CtelmheAEiUuFH8BGBjs-RXF4qr_qgcd06klpNM7k6Ju4gmZx8x_s2nHA0AqQryrkmIOsedu0zg1Ohr5kOnndrZlQDmCWD2UQw0slcRrM0hej7UcHquz3yyN0MS46IXA9GHqAaJh9NEcCv6w/s320/IMG_2337.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've started a second project on my four-shaft loom using silk that I bought from <a href="https://www.littleknits.com/">Little Knits </a>out of Seattle. Again, my back tires quickly so I'm inching along until my back gets stronger.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgezLWuEwT7wHY6DCAhtaJGekzBMn1DjmfxqC7PyLHLSnIhtlhzmAxOi4INcaaWFzS--VkifiLktKkmYEvSuiDbU3wQ5GbXojnGOVBq7WJwQ5HE_gmySB9ArFTl--rHB_0TNVdhPhPk3Jx23jes3vA3bmI57M0sHrOcQa0eBG6n1EUPsvQp6K8/s2584/Resized_20220409_152627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2584" data-original-width="1278" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgezLWuEwT7wHY6DCAhtaJGekzBMn1DjmfxqC7PyLHLSnIhtlhzmAxOi4INcaaWFzS--VkifiLktKkmYEvSuiDbU3wQ5GbXojnGOVBq7WJwQ5HE_gmySB9ArFTl--rHB_0TNVdhPhPk3Jx23jes3vA3bmI57M0sHrOcQa0eBG6n1EUPsvQp6K8/s320/Resized_20220409_152627.jpg" width="158" /></a></div>Then on Saturday we got this photo of Alexia and her band director acknowledging her as first-chair flute in the all-state band. I wish we could have stayed the extra five days to see this but once again, the weather was calling the shots.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdrgbeQCKXmQ-BnB0-Odl95z8PNh29TdPJBuWrhD77WacLnHwGlWXelbJFlTunrbPGTqCmuGny1NfMIlcC2CtJYBpFoRJs3yiUUriBc2dOfgk6H_I-hAFTDyP-8G0aVLVrf5ofDH-dnrY026bDs0cKBiagckt9FviH9DJnXKXncTCVsfxHM5Y/s1936/Resized952022041295201248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1936" data-original-width="1452" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdrgbeQCKXmQ-BnB0-Odl95z8PNh29TdPJBuWrhD77WacLnHwGlWXelbJFlTunrbPGTqCmuGny1NfMIlcC2CtJYBpFoRJs3yiUUriBc2dOfgk6H_I-hAFTDyP-8G0aVLVrf5ofDH-dnrY026bDs0cKBiagckt9FviH9DJnXKXncTCVsfxHM5Y/s320/Resized952022041295201248.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>The next day we got this photo of Alexia and her prom dress. They have been shopping for a while now and came up with this gown from Junkee's, a vintage shop. It's the prettiest and cheapest - $24.95. She doesn't have a prom date but is going with several friends. <br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-50911628321103500692022-03-01T14:18:00.000-08:002022-03-01T14:18:10.964-08:00Books, Books, Books<p> <b>The Swimmers</b>, Julie Otsuka</p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">I struggled in the beginning to engage with this book. Otsuka narrated in the third person plural as she had in her first two books so it seemed kind of formulaic. I swam a mile before work for years and never connected with any of the other swimmers, so I didn’t get it and I just about gave up, until I realized this was Alice’s book, her story, and then I couldn’t read fast enough. I’m of an age where mothers are requiring memory care units and I have never read such a personal description of what one of those facilities is like, for the resident, for the family. Deeply moving.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;"><b>Love and Saffron: a novel of love, food and friedship. Kim Fay</b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">This slight volume is a tale of friendship told in alternating voices by the exchange of letters, beginning October 1962. Mrs. Imogen Fortier has written a monthly column for ten years about life in the Pacific Northwest which appears in the Northwest Home & Life magazine</span></p><span id="freeTextreview4387698193" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">Joan Bergstrom writes from her home in Los Angeles to congratulate her on her 10th year anniversary of the column and to let her know what an avid reader she is. Though she is 27 years old and Immy is 59, they become fast friends as the miles and the years between them evaporate. They challenge each other to explore foreign cuisines, share their feelings and recommend books.<br /><br />Set in Seattle and Los Angeles in the early 1960s, the story unfolds against the backdrop of current events. They experience life in a slower pace, one we forget about, like driving into the city to see if the favorite bookstore has a book and then order it - no online, no Amazon! To say more would spoil the way the author slowly reels us in. I read it in one sitting, which the author had wanted readers to do. It’s like a satisfying meal.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;"> </span><table border="0" cellspacing="1" class="myActivity" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Lato, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; table-layout: fixed; width: 100%px;"><tbody><tr><td colspan="2" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="readable reviewText" style="font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; line-height: 21px;"><br /><b>With Love from London:</b> Sarah Jio<br />I loved this book from the very beginning and was delighted to enjoy it all the way through to the end. I found myself reflecting on Laila Lailani’s book, Conditional Citizens where she talks about groups whose rights are not guaranteed, one of those groups being women. Frank was powerful and wealthy and against him, Eloise was powerless to defend herself or her rights.<br /><br />The story is a result of Frank’s actions told in alternating voices of Eloise and Valentina, with some romance here and there. Eloise willed her interest in her book store to Valentina and prepared a treasure hunt to help her daughter get to know her. I just finished reading on this snowy day, perfect reading weather. Valentina would approve.<br /><br /><b>What the Fireflies Knew</b>. Kai Harris<br />This is a coming-of-age story about a ten-year-old Black girl named Kenyatta Bernice or KB for short. She has lived all her life in Detroit with her mother, father and 14-year-old sister named Nia. Life has been good until shortly before her 11th birthday KB’s father dies, they lose the house and have to move into a rundown motel. In a desperate move, Mama takes the girls to live with her father, Granddaddy, in Lansing, Michigan, two hours from her home. KB and Nia are constantly at each other’s throats and when KB tries to make friends with the two White kids who live across the street encounters racism for the first time in her life.<br /><br />Granddaddy doesn’t appear to want the girls and seems ill equipped to take care of them, yet he grows to the task and he grew on me. KB struggles to negotiate the difficult and awkward situations that keep popping up, and she meets family that she never knew she had who are indifferent to her. She remembered what her Momma told her, “In life, we’re going to get hurt. If we stay focused on that hurt, and nothing else, then we won’t ever be able to heal. But if we focus on the healing, well, then we’ll start to notice that hurt disappear.”<br /><br />I appreciate the author’s sympathetic portrayal of these lives in such a way that I am invested and care deeply what happens to this family. I couldn’t stop reading and because I was on my Kindle, couldn’t fall asleep until after 2:00. It’s that kind of book.<br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-68485744401541250912022-02-26T17:24:00.001-08:002022-02-26T17:26:33.301-08:00Beach in February<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgY--CkhN6tlPShwT6Ru4w8Co7epgNF43IsOXNKL751O1F2gwIQu8yfLFQGRk8nrVsyWO0idgUjN_SsEk3OZ_uABmI7J2--wKEGAXo1eZKiEaa9AtvjGq_PEI1TYCORbKcCnXmPq7nKU8PsVXazrOSJvJaKk6rQtm7-v1Fdv-XGb-GVG-r84SM=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgY--CkhN6tlPShwT6Ru4w8Co7epgNF43IsOXNKL751O1F2gwIQu8yfLFQGRk8nrVsyWO0idgUjN_SsEk3OZ_uABmI7J2--wKEGAXo1eZKiEaa9AtvjGq_PEI1TYCORbKcCnXmPq7nKU8PsVXazrOSJvJaKk6rQtm7-v1Fdv-XGb-GVG-r84SM=s320" width="240" /></a></div>We left Yachats and headed toward Netarts Bay for a few days. Since we weren't in a hurry we left Hwy 101 and drove to the coast to have lunch at one of my favorite brew pubs, Pelican Brewery. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeDvygHKGIeZ05yKnZCtPM-BqNklB8jJ_3Eq2Xb6hkyJV7ZX9jFegXD_0rEDii6gC1q2PjyLHxPBcZZAxny4UdEY0Nsud3o9m66SN1ocqtlrch2B_7xc0HEJukKtpBZTBPnzC0bpFNhpxFsS8Zu_sKRLieAmdiUSrYZWJ2tOZ0c6_rQ8IwYGI=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeDvygHKGIeZ05yKnZCtPM-BqNklB8jJ_3Eq2Xb6hkyJV7ZX9jFegXD_0rEDii6gC1q2PjyLHxPBcZZAxny4UdEY0Nsud3o9m66SN1ocqtlrch2B_7xc0HEJukKtpBZTBPnzC0bpFNhpxFsS8Zu_sKRLieAmdiUSrYZWJ2tOZ0c6_rQ8IwYGI=s320" width="240" /></a></div>As soon as we had ordered Ian went to find the restroom. He said it was the most unusual one he'd every come across in a public setting. He didn't notice the "All Gender" sign so was taken unawares that there are a dozen private stalls and a long trough for handwashing. Later I took my turn and was pretty tickled that the men seemed to have such a difficult time understanding the facilities. I hope we see more of this in time to come so men can stand in line for their turn, just like we women have done all our lives.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgk8oBLBpVFTOwmb2kh_sJmtReSBpJsTf4sxz7bcIxFS8HT0M6YTNFk1VtqISHea9vPEBAXR-PXgY0uO18IqPkQMti-XJjWWhwLatqUDstYReC_rHAYQYfGXFHtjyZLvpa99o_lKK2G-sLvR0tE0Bs2fNOtF7Lmta7fMNzN3wa8tRDhGr9OXGY=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgk8oBLBpVFTOwmb2kh_sJmtReSBpJsTf4sxz7bcIxFS8HT0M6YTNFk1VtqISHea9vPEBAXR-PXgY0uO18IqPkQMti-XJjWWhwLatqUDstYReC_rHAYQYfGXFHtjyZLvpa99o_lKK2G-sLvR0tE0Bs2fNOtF7Lmta7fMNzN3wa8tRDhGr9OXGY=s320" width="240" /></a></div>We took a drive up the coast to see the Cape Meares lighthouse, the only one we haven't seen yet. In spite of the pouring rain, there was no shortage of tourists, ehecking it out.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBGTdmtfVvS4Z4vLLbha5VGU1UF5kE2WhsxtlJ89aHpMGostvHj9rSUq5jzXSNBJ_dYitWE81Tw1uBKPs1fcCN2ehVqv2FQXNiGXlaelFZb1CR0A6jTn2LRWwsRShR8ta1lVjguN3XHqDJN9Re5PvSEIvGH1ya_5Njx8im3NMrEsCZPd7w1Ic=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBGTdmtfVvS4Z4vLLbha5VGU1UF5kE2WhsxtlJ89aHpMGostvHj9rSUq5jzXSNBJ_dYitWE81Tw1uBKPs1fcCN2ehVqv2FQXNiGXlaelFZb1CR0A6jTn2LRWwsRShR8ta1lVjguN3XHqDJN9Re5PvSEIvGH1ya_5Njx8im3NMrEsCZPd7w1Ic=s320" width="240" /></a></div>It's a stubby lighthouse and was working until 1962, then when decommissioned, the first order Fresnel lenses were left in place for people like us to enjoy.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmqgA6SYwyBCFXibTShC1DVSlaoselRF07BBoDJz8GTBm2U-K2ksHHGE2CuxBk6AG4ZzvpNFAJ1zib_0vTDa0n5VGcXvzbQ0fK_EkrYgY9bmgSjdbupAuSSbbIQjt1MhvNBOrZhVjuaDr6iU4ijQvvB3zd8_3eXOj5rT2hKu08SIUlVRVHTb8=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmqgA6SYwyBCFXibTShC1DVSlaoselRF07BBoDJz8GTBm2U-K2ksHHGE2CuxBk6AG4ZzvpNFAJ1zib_0vTDa0n5VGcXvzbQ0fK_EkrYgY9bmgSjdbupAuSSbbIQjt1MhvNBOrZhVjuaDr6iU4ijQvvB3zd8_3eXOj5rT2hKu08SIUlVRVHTb8=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well worth the trip!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8HVKAe2MY8Ck3mM28s1HeGieMh-vqKQmau68uNmP1fSeELaq0NeJFezHMWu0d18S58LXNo_KEDcGJNjeY6ejYejS80xQOhscIdiVMerqcYaC6ObrQ2LqWUEVB1fEjiuQAN4cutOrSC30bQwWSm5-4DBQFAQRw78XdMnY06AXOOsGkYAYNkIc=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8HVKAe2MY8Ck3mM28s1HeGieMh-vqKQmau68uNmP1fSeELaq0NeJFezHMWu0d18S58LXNo_KEDcGJNjeY6ejYejS80xQOhscIdiVMerqcYaC6ObrQ2LqWUEVB1fEjiuQAN4cutOrSC30bQwWSm5-4DBQFAQRw78XdMnY06AXOOsGkYAYNkIc=s320" width="240" /></a></div>We were staying at Netarts on the three-day holiday of Presidents Day. There was no shortage of clammers during low tide. I'd like to try it myself another time but we were just sightseeing. I'm still laughing at this, the Tsunami Evacuation Shuttle. There are warning signs everywhere so this little bit of levity was most welcome.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjj3qPztjfUR-WZl-LK1Z1qNt3mqnAU17OR5F1HWW-Lndz-5dqindxzuczQB1nupAoCgmFbZQOYBH6XrHllKMDVRKhJSEgtzJKX7xP90CLj8NgrxAslyuQbyQreXcThiqvDhG12DHwlLD9vgpC4cS0F6cKMo_KCIYFA4tOgRx0Xnh87-NTX3lM=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjj3qPztjfUR-WZl-LK1Z1qNt3mqnAU17OR5F1HWW-Lndz-5dqindxzuczQB1nupAoCgmFbZQOYBH6XrHllKMDVRKhJSEgtzJKX7xP90CLj8NgrxAslyuQbyQreXcThiqvDhG12DHwlLD9vgpC4cS0F6cKMo_KCIYFA4tOgRx0Xnh87-NTX3lM=s320" width="240" /></a></div>Part of the reason for this trip was for my cousin and I to get together for the first time in 52 years. I last saw her at her father's funeral. Christina had just been born and a few months after that, she and I flew to the Philippines where we lived for the next two years. Our mothers weren't friends and none of us saw each other again until this trip. The man who is researching our grandfather's history is the one who put us in touch. She and her husband have run the Wheeler Marina for 42 years. We had a great visit and there will be more.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcImE1FaCp4hEF93q9jy6p0qWyqtRaBwyDpMMAPBAAONQDGjs3q9MukCYVRh7Cfi5jGBHchopjFvKafJT6_XFm7afpTqAbVaYgK3JrBv8HCt2IeR9zJTiOJ6ysODAXCsrx3WQ8xxqzWXs8d0qnDrj5D3wTGlPmKjlorMKQX8947pGoH930Bw8=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcImE1FaCp4hEF93q9jy6p0qWyqtRaBwyDpMMAPBAAONQDGjs3q9MukCYVRh7Cfi5jGBHchopjFvKafJT6_XFm7afpTqAbVaYgK3JrBv8HCt2IeR9zJTiOJ6ysODAXCsrx3WQ8xxqzWXs8d0qnDrj5D3wTGlPmKjlorMKQX8947pGoH930Bw8=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The marina is breathtakingly beautiful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXqz_qPsjeSICDFb_ot39G87eeiLg3AA9vcMNS6aNSzqu1jg3VcbjJKDW55gxz_oJvW6Z89xohnF9JKRVxGT7i2aT2VQAshuOQxvvVCl-b958AwGK2Cd_Kl2bXeFPY9jzLd281rIjM7Vg8uTmhg5i63mySN9YBalBV10wkECuoCUZDbHFDl28=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXqz_qPsjeSICDFb_ot39G87eeiLg3AA9vcMNS6aNSzqu1jg3VcbjJKDW55gxz_oJvW6Z89xohnF9JKRVxGT7i2aT2VQAshuOQxvvVCl-b958AwGK2Cd_Kl2bXeFPY9jzLd281rIjM7Vg8uTmhg5i63mySN9YBalBV10wkECuoCUZDbHFDl28=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Do you see the Wheeler alligator?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhT1EMbDtc5s2gHJpycWkdxaqGh_SVha3CWjpL_iAm6_jIjKPRTmzlH-OaKhMQZWV-kXGHyeFkvkZwSpzzId38Hl-93iP2F5AU8SwCGHL3OUyOub1IWOgg-AEpNmxa_taTOleWsR_XK4rO9M6WQCClUd0yKonpRtcNePy6hmOlQbfDUfvIDPVE=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhT1EMbDtc5s2gHJpycWkdxaqGh_SVha3CWjpL_iAm6_jIjKPRTmzlH-OaKhMQZWV-kXGHyeFkvkZwSpzzId38Hl-93iP2F5AU8SwCGHL3OUyOub1IWOgg-AEpNmxa_taTOleWsR_XK4rO9M6WQCClUd0yKonpRtcNePy6hmOlQbfDUfvIDPVE=s320" width="240" /></a></div>The plan was to drive back to Bend after we left Wheeler but that didn't happen. We stopped off at Newport for lunch at the Clear Water restaurant on our way back to Yachats and our B&B. We ended up staying two extra days because a sneaker snow storm made the Cascades almost impassible. After a month of near spring conditions we got caught by freak weather. The drive home was miserable. There's no place like home, there's no place like home!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz86TTREd0yw-PFPTdFwIymv57s59dSIobAquS6mxqOx6BsVdka87id7Osn_9-OH-43GYiyIK9o6PQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">Newport Harbor Seals.</div><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /><div><div><div><br /><p><br /> </p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-39027274757815389062022-02-18T16:43:00.001-08:002022-02-18T16:44:18.998-08:00Yachats (pronounced YawHots)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7iYhCUTqCaJrzR2sfwCCrZ58V0Gf6FWUAb_BwNH6cTswkxmD4cfY-M0E_GsL5HNbUvKXVQY02MR9mFyRgflGg3Q4sQr7GOI5BUgYHo2ukYa4t2_I9_bbi5QZB7I0ygl4o5l27JpKsBWrmqkWG0bBhhvLTjNGa6WOfrP3qhtBAK0AXsyYqqtc=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7iYhCUTqCaJrzR2sfwCCrZ58V0Gf6FWUAb_BwNH6cTswkxmD4cfY-M0E_GsL5HNbUvKXVQY02MR9mFyRgflGg3Q4sQr7GOI5BUgYHo2ukYa4t2_I9_bbi5QZB7I0ygl4o5l27JpKsBWrmqkWG0bBhhvLTjNGa6WOfrP3qhtBAK0AXsyYqqtc=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br />We are at the beach! Some days it's stormy and somedays it's not. Some days we eat seafood and somedays we don't.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQIi-LnzfoELtNfZNPGLBy4PN_5Fp8u67PDiMvsJYLCCYBFsMncYYOrGPAGxTFm6AJuP-EyytAFkOp55koVBBmp2pTvheGwELeggz4b-97witrCTgu7gPNW1CyU5EAWvixcMbaPauKzXtTBQe3zswQuajISsQz40lXHxlpsJB63oVBxiyL3fg=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQIi-LnzfoELtNfZNPGLBy4PN_5Fp8u67PDiMvsJYLCCYBFsMncYYOrGPAGxTFm6AJuP-EyytAFkOp55koVBBmp2pTvheGwELeggz4b-97witrCTgu7gPNW1CyU5EAWvixcMbaPauKzXtTBQe3zswQuajISsQz40lXHxlpsJB63oVBxiyL3fg=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the mouth of the Yachats River on an almost sunny afternoon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCkXpFEaOZvnAeIi9vePENH1GDA-gawROu-iSmyoPOnMAjUTfnZPxmHS52LQ2Z94mY9YX8zvJIkfrmMeG_WM8qOxgy-7Jhq7fUO0R_Ej0YJP-9kBzlwIsBX_TDlq6pVICdx4U4y9FKMIK678aqqa6m9xj2LLw7guEDpMsQmqVQ7p4ad3-iIwg=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCkXpFEaOZvnAeIi9vePENH1GDA-gawROu-iSmyoPOnMAjUTfnZPxmHS52LQ2Z94mY9YX8zvJIkfrmMeG_WM8qOxgy-7Jhq7fUO0R_Ej0YJP-9kBzlwIsBX_TDlq6pVICdx4U4y9FKMIK678aqqa6m9xj2LLw7guEDpMsQmqVQ7p4ad3-iIwg=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just one of many seagulls.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgc21iQoG4u_NTOUccN3KE0762FKXLCkrnAaIjAUofZ76nw3tHM3KqkP6Web8V4gDmyoDs3I9yfRSG8uV3VvrTGYeh0_WgX6u_12mFFMKmijgxSmT14jdAyr5RNzLn77M009-TOrKNkXhRyAp1e6TT6i6c4gTeqxsSHYhtxzWPIyq0vRDwM4mU=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgc21iQoG4u_NTOUccN3KE0762FKXLCkrnAaIjAUofZ76nw3tHM3KqkP6Web8V4gDmyoDs3I9yfRSG8uV3VvrTGYeh0_WgX6u_12mFFMKmijgxSmT14jdAyr5RNzLn77M009-TOrKNkXhRyAp1e6TT6i6c4gTeqxsSHYhtxzWPIyq0vRDwM4mU=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We walked down last evening to say goodnight to the ocean.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYt4YtWcz6_klujYRGNFi4wApkZ5pNgrt8N8J-DWcqpwb2_HllqlghPw9OVud2x0wSYBddSkoQhBecDs-joJS4kvFCV1_Mzt1oq0NPKBVtFEk8PW0EXZXXTCYiDASQLCkLlgrZBhH-bUfqFuUgmVdKSSEyOSTCOHIpqwljaYpnptt7bni1WEA=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYt4YtWcz6_klujYRGNFi4wApkZ5pNgrt8N8J-DWcqpwb2_HllqlghPw9OVud2x0wSYBddSkoQhBecDs-joJS4kvFCV1_Mzt1oq0NPKBVtFEk8PW0EXZXXTCYiDASQLCkLlgrZBhH-bUfqFuUgmVdKSSEyOSTCOHIpqwljaYpnptt7bni1WEA=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We also said goodnight to an awful lot of seagulls.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifg-gJ0M4c8nyy-wGCWHR_5qPW2af5IK5k0AKiOiM3DleveLwAP9-RgTsCjRVVMtQB8H6G71ysF2Q60sR_f9MogBTgPpoG89Kn2QVelVnkqi8-ZIet88GE7_4oaOh5DXvuthcEzLkoQ2A-IKQQgmqysrQSNhf9CRV_RuhX4L3rHcwc4NBJ1JQ=s2767" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2767" data-original-width="2306" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifg-gJ0M4c8nyy-wGCWHR_5qPW2af5IK5k0AKiOiM3DleveLwAP9-RgTsCjRVVMtQB8H6G71ysF2Q60sR_f9MogBTgPpoG89Kn2QVelVnkqi8-ZIet88GE7_4oaOh5DXvuthcEzLkoQ2A-IKQQgmqysrQSNhf9CRV_RuhX4L3rHcwc4NBJ1JQ=s320" width="267" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We came across a guy serenading the ocean on our walk this morning.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwjdjSBr3pgovILgwb7sEFkeLKI0w5dhPbVnpdQjlRaFc6_vJ9EyItflz0deXG-z1kM2oNBL0ysYqI' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkieaD7Y_svCVYTvO2ykboYUTFHJNf0HN6oZcajYQV1Ar7Z0BaNg5AMOWOjzWBTaVuCvTMLAydD8RFAYm9erddglOx8349ns1ccMd6vg2p3-AJjDXvgacj2ns_HmOAS5d0YQ6bYaeLY4guouO-V9wYjRCWK7s0QIqZtgpnC-Y1ZvnUH3HxfzM=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkieaD7Y_svCVYTvO2ykboYUTFHJNf0HN6oZcajYQV1Ar7Z0BaNg5AMOWOjzWBTaVuCvTMLAydD8RFAYm9erddglOx8349ns1ccMd6vg2p3-AJjDXvgacj2ns_HmOAS5d0YQ6bYaeLY4guouO-V9wYjRCWK7s0QIqZtgpnC-Y1ZvnUH3HxfzM=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Good night from Yachats.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-82070821017242088102022-02-13T13:23:00.000-08:002022-02-13T13:23:43.033-08:00Time Flies<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmUeYP_xzFVGnBPQvwN18XPOXLErfcFIlKTkhWHVt8vnpgElMSIV7sjcktIrybLb_ReWkiWZ_HZ2WlfqcZqBsE300o2SqrSFthh0qx6xpAzoxkRU-yP_5vz_VPJ8s9s6MxoWiIlcwMlhO5HyZ7SKMbIvX1X17BgJk1-omH08EmNOvsiLxvsMU=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmUeYP_xzFVGnBPQvwN18XPOXLErfcFIlKTkhWHVt8vnpgElMSIV7sjcktIrybLb_ReWkiWZ_HZ2WlfqcZqBsE300o2SqrSFthh0qx6xpAzoxkRU-yP_5vz_VPJ8s9s6MxoWiIlcwMlhO5HyZ7SKMbIvX1X17BgJk1-omH08EmNOvsiLxvsMU=s320" width="240" /></a></div>This is the best washing machine I have ever had. The drum is huge so I'm able to do the laundry in fewer loads. And the dingy sheets are bright white again. I was feeling sorry for myself because the choices were limited to what would fit in this little laundry closet under the stairs, but no more.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfWPva0D0D62iu7ItVnUM03vuo7xr20oiatAd1VQjmoegbNM5zPIYRJ0cVjr3kD5loJ-vLSlKm9g1HnG8KT3SDxRRrXF4JGfxsY-pI6-h3K6vMQ8D9yGAnmaKMM2jsyOprXk32msIYopyRgQdEmPESexRCGFR9nCU6VEEmLBoXlyBXGhQq36o=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfWPva0D0D62iu7ItVnUM03vuo7xr20oiatAd1VQjmoegbNM5zPIYRJ0cVjr3kD5loJ-vLSlKm9g1HnG8KT3SDxRRrXF4JGfxsY-pI6-h3K6vMQ8D9yGAnmaKMM2jsyOprXk32msIYopyRgQdEmPESexRCGFR9nCU6VEEmLBoXlyBXGhQq36o=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>One of my recent hikes was high above the Deschutes River. It's beautiful in its own craggy way. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihfg8xBRKRk7GY3OXNfsHwPN47ogUmb40jORGJ6lAAGTcQ3Dqh3k8MVOeb7lQK38LB5gUN8ObNnRZ7vXReFnrTbPOaDyatpBNNkfONCrstamiepokswLG5ju94zKi-e0Ato6ZzgiEYoOlXtDWDlBJh8WVU96UJbhD2SUT3hlByoQ4aBRjinjE=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihfg8xBRKRk7GY3OXNfsHwPN47ogUmb40jORGJ6lAAGTcQ3Dqh3k8MVOeb7lQK38LB5gUN8ObNnRZ7vXReFnrTbPOaDyatpBNNkfONCrstamiepokswLG5ju94zKi-e0Ato6ZzgiEYoOlXtDWDlBJh8WVU96UJbhD2SUT3hlByoQ4aBRjinjE=s320" width="240" /></a></div>I met these ladies through the community garden at our church and last week we decided to form a small hiking group. Our first outting was on the Juniper Forest trails in the Badlands, east of Bend. It's hard to believe that it's February when you look at this photo.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoe-n-J40VsOfoTTFxBX480BZkbFJYPC3V_3EORNApUjUXbB8khu_ABUC4EKq9S-TODRilvGo0Qh5rCeTpRGqkrUfpoHo2eBazMnR67X4fZa2kM8XY-rWNTQbT6t2iOufvOJuCtKdFZmJ5XNZdzsZxBAPN8rvWSFvECB-tyB1KenUlaEeol1Y=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoe-n-J40VsOfoTTFxBX480BZkbFJYPC3V_3EORNApUjUXbB8khu_ABUC4EKq9S-TODRilvGo0Qh5rCeTpRGqkrUfpoHo2eBazMnR67X4fZa2kM8XY-rWNTQbT6t2iOufvOJuCtKdFZmJ5XNZdzsZxBAPN8rvWSFvECB-tyB1KenUlaEeol1Y=s320" width="240" /></a></div>My weaving has taken a back seat to everything else but I finally finished a set of towels, a variation of Turned Taquete. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGLlrtmthn62ZZsLRnqyQ5nWc-ODs3HBbYAdHlZ_zu3OzgEXIeTXgmTK1WP5aYFpDiuAiXgQ1hSdKoGajj7KnZm3A3Lw6OkWBRPj652Jrcyz8UvkLulUhG7dSNhyHK7RDwbtReMJHVV2ORL97YBhI0L1uYBrY27l_u3YgHw0DifWRflYOSpXw=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGLlrtmthn62ZZsLRnqyQ5nWc-ODs3HBbYAdHlZ_zu3OzgEXIeTXgmTK1WP5aYFpDiuAiXgQ1hSdKoGajj7KnZm3A3Lw6OkWBRPj652Jrcyz8UvkLulUhG7dSNhyHK7RDwbtReMJHVV2ORL97YBhI0L1uYBrY27l_u3YgHw0DifWRflYOSpXw=s320" width="240" /></a></div>I've wanted to participate in the guild's color challenge and this is the inspiration image I was given.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQYJib5TjslF_TWjqfL3U8ozYR43g0Blwpr548GhpAhDbhfQv92DaW57WFdivbGjD4qDcjc8Gtq4SAWNuuhT5dX3EABhQMdd8O5Yy2Bm15aWYE3IyXoP2ntBC3cUsZFIyogWB8ZDpN42VKA_61_3RdpI9B9Jrp85IxPM7ugBF79OWQX8Har3w=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQYJib5TjslF_TWjqfL3U8ozYR43g0Blwpr548GhpAhDbhfQv92DaW57WFdivbGjD4qDcjc8Gtq4SAWNuuhT5dX3EABhQMdd8O5Yy2Bm15aWYE3IyXoP2ntBC3cUsZFIyogWB8ZDpN42VKA_61_3RdpI9B9Jrp85IxPM7ugBF79OWQX8Har3w=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">These are the colors I've chosen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiaaZlf2csLAjy_W6A7v1O9272Hmu3OQFz9viAdHnbOYBiu06nVp6Odhv-783C7nD417ZlLpZlpPbgJvG5tCAMlmb_75gLQ6jKmX1ntp6SV2iOahtld-pnZO-9IVhvuPH8BR_l45v_QbVgwXLvpKJYWoIz9WhI02ad4Ls7Q4xhLIUqYWXpu_Kw=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiaaZlf2csLAjy_W6A7v1O9272Hmu3OQFz9viAdHnbOYBiu06nVp6Odhv-783C7nD417ZlLpZlpPbgJvG5tCAMlmb_75gLQ6jKmX1ntp6SV2iOahtld-pnZO-9IVhvuPH8BR_l45v_QbVgwXLvpKJYWoIz9WhI02ad4Ls7Q4xhLIUqYWXpu_Kw=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>I've wound three quarters of the warp and this is how it's shaping up. I'd like to finish winding and beam the warp tomorrow. My weaving has been infrequent and the downside of that is my back gets tired quickly. Usually winter is when I get the most weaving done. If there's one thing I've learned through the pandemic, it's that there is no "usually" anymore. And on that note I'm going to read on the patio since it's a sunny 63 degrees this afternoon.<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /> </p></div></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-26408110881450698152022-01-31T13:05:00.001-08:002022-01-31T13:05:46.696-08:00Books, Books, Books<p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Premonition-Pandemic-Story-Michael-Lewis-ebook/dp/B08V91YY8R/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1GS83NGYZ1T36&keywords=premonition+book+michael+lewis&qid=1643661895&s=books&sprefix=premon%2Cstripbooks%2C294&sr=1-1"> Premonition: A Pandemic Story</a> by Michael Lewis</p><p>There are about three book groups represented in the group I hike with and a couple of weeks ago all of them were gearing up to read the same book, this one! I put it on hold at the library and got it right away. If you haven't already read it, you should. </p><p>From the publisher:</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 14px; padding: 0px;">"Fortunately, we are still a nation of skeptics. Fortunately, there are those among us who study pandemics and are willing to look unflinchingly at worst-case scenarios. Michael Lewis’s taut and brilliant nonfiction thriller pits a band of medical visionaries against the wall of ignorance that was the official response of the Trump administration to the outbreak of COVID-19.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 14px; padding: 0px;">The characters you will meet in these pages are as fascinating as they are unexpected. A thirteen-year-old girl’s science project on transmission of an airborne pathogen develops into a very grown-up model of disease control. A local public-health officer uses her worm’s-eye view to see what the CDC misses, and reveals great truths about American society. A secret team of dissenting doctors, nicknamed the Wolverines, has everything necessary to fight the pandemic: brilliant backgrounds, world-class labs, prior experience with the pandemic scares of bird flu and swine flu…everything, that is, except official permission to implement their work."</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 14px; padding: 0px;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Lincoln-Highway-Novel-Amor-Towles-ebook/dp/B08WRH53MY/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3G70FHZSV51BW&keywords=lincoln+highway+book&qid=1643662177&s=books&sprefix=lincoln%2Cstripbooks%2C152&sr=1-1">The Lincoln Highway </a>by Amor Towles.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 14px; padding: 0px;">This is the recent book by the author of A Gentleman in Moscow and The Rules of Civility. The following is my review for NetGalley.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 14px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;">It’s 1954 and 18-year-old Emmett Watson is being returned to his family home by the sheriff after serving time in a juvie-jail for involuntary manslaughter. The hitch is that the banker who has repossessed his Nebraskan home is waiting at Emmet's old home to finalize the foreclosure. There’s no family to welcome him as his mother walked off years earlier and his father, lacking the farming skills necessary to keep a place going, has passed on to his heavenly reward. His eight-year-old brother Billy is in the care of the next-door neighbor. With no roots to bind them, Emmett and Billy decide to take a road trip on the Lincoln Highway to California where they hope to reunite with their mother.</span><br style="color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><br style="color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;">When the sheriff brought Emmett home, he also unwittingly provided transport for two friend inmates, Duchess and Woolly, who hitched a ride in the sheriff’s trunk. This is a road trip like no other. For starters their trip to California kicks off with a hoboing train ride to New York. The journey is filled the characters along the way. For readers of Ivan Doig and William Kent Krueger.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 14px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Conditional-Citizens-Belonging-Laila-Lalami-ebook/dp/B07VBY6XP1/ref=sr_1_1?crid=ETVOPWNGNBPZ&keywords=conditional+citizens+laila+lalami&qid=1643662649&s=books&sprefix=conditional+citizens%2Cstripbooks%2C153&sr=1-1">Conditional Citizens: On Belonging in America</a> by Laila Lalani.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 14px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;">I bought this at my favorite indie bookstore in Reno when I was there in November. Her fiction, The Other Americans, was the community reads choice for Deschutes County last year.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 14px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;">"What does it mean to be American? In this starkly illuminating and impassioned book, Pulitzer Prize-finalist Laila Lalami recounts her unlikely journey from Moroccan immigrant to U.S. citizen, using it as a starting point for her exploration of the rights, liberties, and protections that are traditionally associated with American citizenship. Tapping into history, politics, and literature, she elucidates how accidents of birth--such as national origin, race, and gender--that once determined the boundaries of Americanness still their shadows today." Could I pass the citizen test? I doubt it.</span></p>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-77191056998264378042022-01-25T16:52:00.003-08:002022-01-31T13:08:03.464-08:00Adapting to change<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLlaQf-q_88nrnJRESvlQmSYW2unLn1Kt2am0YvVz4DHvigdEC0zEDv94Kpsea2SvKeLyxigxwBU2MJSOWzbdT9-tmMAj-jUkxhU9y46GKpPb5AS1jsymD6Pr3VZi4fidiE3WdlYFDmcu1Q1_4r6RFHN96vM-vtGAagOU02sD6nFQ9IQa1ufQ=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLlaQf-q_88nrnJRESvlQmSYW2unLn1Kt2am0YvVz4DHvigdEC0zEDv94Kpsea2SvKeLyxigxwBU2MJSOWzbdT9-tmMAj-jUkxhU9y46GKpPb5AS1jsymD6Pr3VZi4fidiE3WdlYFDmcu1Q1_4r6RFHN96vM-vtGAagOU02sD6nFQ9IQa1ufQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /> New Years Eve day our dryer door decided it no longer wanted to stay closed. In fact, the best we could do was to duct tape it closed. Stores were closed for the holiday so we got on the computer and tried to locate a new set. We bought this set from my son and his wife when their new house came complete with a new set. Matt was going to put it on Craigslist for $100. We weren't so fortunate with appliances left behind and had already replaced the dryer and were shopping for a washer. That was four years ago. I found a top-loading Samsung set on the Costco website for $1600 that would fit in our little laundry closet and was available for delivery in our area. It's absolutely wonderful and the dingy sheets are once again white!!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGfjBjxcV3663NrvU7HAVpXvYX1ozgDwzcDlvJkeT0CVD2rUvVXSg6izapuALfZLgpEii_rSBqp2p7QM4FB_1QeAwdlaZHuM-F2MWTPTuTBVvIEqXxs9LEVV0OJXfIDzXtvzVuqLOHarnFMd52U4jXzOzX4LrqZg-mhGVpbh7PvMzsQWa7jiQ=s640" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGfjBjxcV3663NrvU7HAVpXvYX1ozgDwzcDlvJkeT0CVD2rUvVXSg6izapuALfZLgpEii_rSBqp2p7QM4FB_1QeAwdlaZHuM-F2MWTPTuTBVvIEqXxs9LEVV0OJXfIDzXtvzVuqLOHarnFMd52U4jXzOzX4LrqZg-mhGVpbh7PvMzsQWa7jiQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div>I started the new year by joining a hiking group that goes out every Tuesday morning at 9:30, regardless of the weather. We're old and slow but make up for it in tenacity. We all like to read and we talk a lot.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRTF5XWlyqsfGAeFd-JNVFGO9NPdQVuSFpmszeQ8OF0Gy9PRe67LSnrTSIa0AaeqzdDtPOvJMTaIn_5ZjQO5c98b79KrUxZxkUg97cwL8Pn1GQPFs5G14TPjaU7zna0YaIkhWZzHtemdxIeCJat1z6g4UqfRBIVtPVAlIRr0-_8ecZ2a9rghw=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRTF5XWlyqsfGAeFd-JNVFGO9NPdQVuSFpmszeQ8OF0Gy9PRe67LSnrTSIa0AaeqzdDtPOvJMTaIn_5ZjQO5c98b79KrUxZxkUg97cwL8Pn1GQPFs5G14TPjaU7zna0YaIkhWZzHtemdxIeCJat1z6g4UqfRBIVtPVAlIRr0-_8ecZ2a9rghw=s320" width="240" /></a></div>Last week we went to Tumalo Reservoir and got a spectacular view of the Cascades. Sadly, the reservoir is dry.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9nn5Bq_1LyJqqd1lQ0wyapx3osoEFpQaMFwf1l9uDUDYKqJA9q2ic5LchzA_kzFzaw1PpCYGjHHWPwelLoNjtBylF6hWnvj0SFNxz2tYPIOBJGaJ3w47_6mb1owNfPZiDVYDlnHjd0mPWECrHzfnK3o-0oqlzjXJJHSBHdvLkv_CIpEQWtlk=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9nn5Bq_1LyJqqd1lQ0wyapx3osoEFpQaMFwf1l9uDUDYKqJA9q2ic5LchzA_kzFzaw1PpCYGjHHWPwelLoNjtBylF6hWnvj0SFNxz2tYPIOBJGaJ3w47_6mb1owNfPZiDVYDlnHjd0mPWECrHzfnK3o-0oqlzjXJJHSBHdvLkv_CIpEQWtlk=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Today we went to Horse Butte, which was a most demanding hike so far and the longest. I thought I was in better shape than I am, but was glad when we got back to our cars. I'm getting to see a lot of new territory and realize I need to lengthen my daily walks to be in shape for the Tuesday hikes. BTW, a butte is a fancy name for volcanic cone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtUKvBzE75YBNDAeuGuaOPWGQjnW0xCRYYjPPayN6xabWLFqcVH8LGtixvLiIeFJpNSMZcCPRyWmmPRYZinkt94tPdb41BeCe6iUJwOSDINyB5OmxyZaePRsxu6Vlg6ZgJTlFyMsN3rgpBqiN0_vLI-SLIp4hVWMgTKooSsjF2VjYW6d4cKgU=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtUKvBzE75YBNDAeuGuaOPWGQjnW0xCRYYjPPayN6xabWLFqcVH8LGtixvLiIeFJpNSMZcCPRyWmmPRYZinkt94tPdb41BeCe6iUJwOSDINyB5OmxyZaePRsxu6Vlg6ZgJTlFyMsN3rgpBqiN0_vLI-SLIp4hVWMgTKooSsjF2VjYW6d4cKgU=s320" width="240" /></a></div>I finally finished the sweater I've been working on for the past year. The pattern was in Vogue Knitting and was by Deborah Newton. The yarn is Elsbeth Lavold Silky Wool. I have another aran sweater on needles and it will probably be another year before I complete it. I started both of these at the same time. For now my knitting is more scarves for my daughter to cover her surgical scar. Her family was vaccinated but got hit with Covid about a week ago and they're struggling to recover. Chris told me that she's so sick that she's not sure she could have survived this unvaccinated. I don't think I could have survived it she hadn't.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLd3CQPjK_uqLu3Ou5EO0skn_u6y1h0w2Rk0j6eZBNRa7_cmHy6bH6DQTfVxUvaEd7Kwf7OyTPp5Zo7XvApo8Pak3mA_i7EVQ9YNRBiQPFCyEcx9ZzjSvFyMaVSY6Da1n4CntQW8BxKq7F1gKkpQEWdDtEJVsGCmA0RwwEJ5ywoshZPCYid9w=s1440" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLd3CQPjK_uqLu3Ou5EO0skn_u6y1h0w2Rk0j6eZBNRa7_cmHy6bH6DQTfVxUvaEd7Kwf7OyTPp5Zo7XvApo8Pak3mA_i7EVQ9YNRBiQPFCyEcx9ZzjSvFyMaVSY6Da1n4CntQW8BxKq7F1gKkpQEWdDtEJVsGCmA0RwwEJ5ywoshZPCYid9w=s320" width="240" /></a></div>Lexi has fared the best and is rebounding but will be in quarantine from school for another week. She recently finished another sweater. Her knitting skills continue to improve and she has an exceptional eye for yarn and pattern. She's very fashion aware and carefully curates her clothing collection from used clothing outlets. She says this summer will be her last with us as she will be required to do an internship during the summers following her freshman year. She has been accepted at the University of Nevada Reno and is on a career path to be a PA (physician's assistant). Sorry, I got carried away with bragging.<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-62638269669086689152022-01-08T10:06:00.003-08:002022-01-31T13:06:50.524-08:00Happy New Year!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTzPv5LrFoZacUrO-z1Oo4t0UxpO-1U2IU3DhwVjAfKHdcuze9fS7sLnCZ5qqKQzppasrtnjRRhdKyf-mRl_110q0iQ84wc8hAd0XMeqeHm55VB5ic75g_ReraVQyGoBXgjaX48tUomBqo-BGxKQSwWj8bM7aQoompaM7c8-0inaxVFAXS0jA=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTzPv5LrFoZacUrO-z1Oo4t0UxpO-1U2IU3DhwVjAfKHdcuze9fS7sLnCZ5qqKQzppasrtnjRRhdKyf-mRl_110q0iQ84wc8hAd0XMeqeHm55VB5ic75g_ReraVQyGoBXgjaX48tUomBqo-BGxKQSwWj8bM7aQoompaM7c8-0inaxVFAXS0jA=s320" width="240" /></a></div>You've probably given up on me and assumed that we were Covid victims but we're fine, still kicking, even the rotten cat is fine.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1S_p-fSWdcMGI__1KXz8bv1KIJji7FW5XVC4Zw6y-81qU3344LrXSqwOIu2-QFU_34MS1SowLF5p6IK0Fg2jU5qAwb0JvVb8lArcPZwbwfUaN7MiDGAnP9vkXkKYG05c7USa9Fp9l5YEHjrZGxMAGd7_P2Pqml89k4eb8eQ5WCodH8Y6yz0g=s1440" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1S_p-fSWdcMGI__1KXz8bv1KIJji7FW5XVC4Zw6y-81qU3344LrXSqwOIu2-QFU_34MS1SowLF5p6IK0Fg2jU5qAwb0JvVb8lArcPZwbwfUaN7MiDGAnP9vkXkKYG05c7USa9Fp9l5YEHjrZGxMAGd7_P2Pqml89k4eb8eQ5WCodH8Y6yz0g=s320" width="320" /></a></div>This was our last Thanksgiving dinner together celebrated Sunday December 18th because Josh had Covid on the actual Thanksgiving. It took him two weeks to recover and he is now in Blackfoot, Idaho where he accepted a new position with FedEx, managing two terminals in the SE corner of the state. I just got off the phone with him after his first week in the new position. He said the first couple of days were bewildering but he's in love with his three-year-old state-of-the-art headquarters and is happy to be there. Missy and Evan will join him after Evan graduates from high school this spring.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinp_gFKxiygxBKBpK02KBDLx0eDBUove9aiLYM6c6jmNPlhOaKZpr4gIE6AR9a6FbeeUmqaWBeMI8KsRJJ6W5cLY1jXXYgtYVx3q7YCTgzr3e_lrTShb1ZICyjVVwKC9bljGpjhl7L3GjOvjDviNLOk31-t0yOfjsquVr0rxD-IUuPuIk851s=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinp_gFKxiygxBKBpK02KBDLx0eDBUove9aiLYM6c6jmNPlhOaKZpr4gIE6AR9a6FbeeUmqaWBeMI8KsRJJ6W5cLY1jXXYgtYVx3q7YCTgzr3e_lrTShb1ZICyjVVwKC9bljGpjhl7L3GjOvjDviNLOk31-t0yOfjsquVr0rxD-IUuPuIk851s=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Meanwhile we're trying to get used to living small, just the two of us. It feels dire since we're still managing our lives around Covid. It's pretty empty but we still get out and about for lunches here and there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhad2wwRrRsscgFmfgVozPB9iXd5kObj_9HEoZA6VJz0U-Mvg4dw5ASY4UkEvXVh3aFG9YZ-hnlNoQMtEq5Qk0jt8zVjpyNHeuqYJrBWDhg1WXsR7uk0OHB4RClZirIToqZ1-Y_ayU-IO63CMV9O7Xtxacb0iWfzGzkuGpwRCeSfT3fPlXOWGE=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhad2wwRrRsscgFmfgVozPB9iXd5kObj_9HEoZA6VJz0U-Mvg4dw5ASY4UkEvXVh3aFG9YZ-hnlNoQMtEq5Qk0jt8zVjpyNHeuqYJrBWDhg1WXsR7uk0OHB4RClZirIToqZ1-Y_ayU-IO63CMV9O7Xtxacb0iWfzGzkuGpwRCeSfT3fPlXOWGE=s320" width="240" /></a></div>We make it a point to get in our two-mile walks, just not together. Ian is out and walking by 6:00, before I get up! I prefer midmorning and this walk was in the raccoon's tracks.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhusMeKe-vnOTUU0agjCM6p8kB0kdgksNoqsWyyblJH150SNxdyPPC_pLPUb30PoR-EajSJOAUw4o3q0kkUMJ68wVd1FCJfNVF9bLOzV9vIw8z6hvA_WA0qWK1ABNUBEhlPyjYIbpddWhxj4EAX7vDTvMaOhw2IwHBO46AP7npUm0zpgrqxenI=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhusMeKe-vnOTUU0agjCM6p8kB0kdgksNoqsWyyblJH150SNxdyPPC_pLPUb30PoR-EajSJOAUw4o3q0kkUMJ68wVd1FCJfNVF9bLOzV9vIw8z6hvA_WA0qWK1ABNUBEhlPyjYIbpddWhxj4EAX7vDTvMaOhw2IwHBO46AP7npUm0zpgrqxenI=s320" width="240" /></a></div>Snow melts quickly these days and the deer are finding bits to munch on. We always enjoy seeing them, though there aren't nearly as many as we've had in the past years.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjiHgu03V5cjs6HUm6bTjNrqPtjNom0cdmu-Q5S8Nosffrms6jyPyFIPNxlVe0F4Yy5A5qNT-UGYJQ0OV-TlowHh_foRtcBHQedqB6BgiSvSCykt4TDrrrPaarQ5jENGpoNMx-oPObAY3ZrvyDfORIS-I7rKxkNpVK3yiMHNwBYpOWPS0UE7zQ=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjiHgu03V5cjs6HUm6bTjNrqPtjNom0cdmu-Q5S8Nosffrms6jyPyFIPNxlVe0F4Yy5A5qNT-UGYJQ0OV-TlowHh_foRtcBHQedqB6BgiSvSCykt4TDrrrPaarQ5jENGpoNMx-oPObAY3ZrvyDfORIS-I7rKxkNpVK3yiMHNwBYpOWPS0UE7zQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div>I've been focused on keeping my neck warm this winter, both by longer hair and also by knitting shawlettes. This pattern is on Ravelry called Close to You and is free. I like it so much I've made it for both my daughter and me.,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQuAEWFJ0STq4-EPdut7hgHYkMgAgYDJeKmwTBnKeyjqHre8yz4wjuYR6pgRmybhUtrfDILnYLZPoI16GgQwG8Y0yNCuPtnU9ZHWYWcxnJRDo_UFDurDChkMOPtREwxQ38I1CzzPuYS552fWFzdFxlDX5EryxiA-8KRUMuXoIMnc9vUsC9bMs=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQuAEWFJ0STq4-EPdut7hgHYkMgAgYDJeKmwTBnKeyjqHre8yz4wjuYR6pgRmybhUtrfDILnYLZPoI16GgQwG8Y0yNCuPtnU9ZHWYWcxnJRDo_UFDurDChkMOPtREwxQ38I1CzzPuYS552fWFzdFxlDX5EryxiA-8KRUMuXoIMnc9vUsC9bMs=s320" width="240" /></a></div>I'm really excited with this popcorn maker. I love popcorn as a snack but I don't like getting my hands oily. My friend Kathi says she and her partner have microwave popcorn every night so I found this maker on Amazon and ordered it. It pops just the right amount in a little over a minute and oil is optional. I put a little olive oil in the bottom, add the corn and pop! It's the perfect afternoon snack.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhWbWj6DEZ2TNLpubE5Ukd944QGeST9lZ2f43q0ultK7I1BWuRiS4dgy_d_6eGYFgc5o-SkJBIgEWgOf_vOiX0W0bvFIgIMP7RYcRt9WPSidt4--qYEpQzsBki_zjOgxO8_0pw1ZNKTui3SIMKKV4e8YrWgo2KvuIrffpJfRx-PumU5KowtTc=s3024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2172" data-original-width="3024" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhWbWj6DEZ2TNLpubE5Ukd944QGeST9lZ2f43q0ultK7I1BWuRiS4dgy_d_6eGYFgc5o-SkJBIgEWgOf_vOiX0W0bvFIgIMP7RYcRt9WPSidt4--qYEpQzsBki_zjOgxO8_0pw1ZNKTui3SIMKKV4e8YrWgo2KvuIrffpJfRx-PumU5KowtTc=s320" width="320" /></a></div>Yikes! All of my holds came in to the library at the same time. This will keep me busy!!<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-39388673679339320702021-11-29T20:21:00.000-08:002021-11-29T20:21:11.383-08:00Books, Books, Books<p>I've been reminded a couple of times that it's been while since I've posted anything about books that I have read. I've gotten caught up in taking care of business during the past couple of years as weaving guild president as well as trying to deal with family stuff. It's time to get back to me stuff, so in a step in that direction, here are a couple books that I've read this year that I can recommend.</p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Home-Made-Groceries-Showing-Up-ebook/dp/B08LYZKKMV/ref=sr_1_1?crid=RPXUZ5545WLC&keywords=home+made+liz+hauck&qid=1638244450&sprefix=home+made+liz%2Caps%2C215&sr=8-1">Home Made: A story of grief, groceries, showing up -- ad what we make when we make dinner, by Liz Lauck </a></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">The author was raised in a home where volunteering was valued so this wasn’t her first gig. She and her father had talked about a program where she would cook one night a week for the young men who lived in the group home her father had helped found and where he still worked. After his early death, she wasn’t sure she could go through with it, but with the blessing of his partner and co-founder Gerry, she inaugurated her program.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">In her words, “this book is my story about dinners and conversations with six boys, or twenty-seven boys, living in foster care who were assigned to a group home run by the human services agency my father had confounded, there as a volunteer. It’s a story about the interconnectedness of food and memory, and community service and community care. This is also a story of modern America.”</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">There was a race against the system to get these young men who came in their mid-to-late teens be prepared for living on their own after they turned 18 and were released to whatever came next, another residential assignment or independence. Their assignment to the house was supposed to be transitional but sometimes there was no where for them to go and Frank was “transitionally” there for four years. He didn’t even have a birth certificate so his celebration dinner was whatever year he decided he was. You can’t help becoming attached to these lost and lonely boys and I absolutely fell in love with Leon.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">This is a story of the interactions of the boys with the author over the dinners and it’s a story of food. When they were trying to decide what their dinners would look like, Hauck suggested they allow an hour for cooking and an hour for eating. Leon quite honestly asked, why don’t you cook and we eat? Expect to be charmed to pieces and expect to cry.</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Between-Two-Kingdoms-Suleika-Jaouad-ebook/dp/B07T3XHRVC/ref=sr_1_1?crid=GO6PWB2PZXUQ&keywords=between+two+kingdoms&qid=1638245122&sprefix=between+%2Caps%2C236&sr=8-1">Between Two Kingdoms: A memoir of a life interrupted, by Suleika Jaouard</a></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">Suleika Jaouad developed a maddening itch during her senior year of college, so maddening that she subconsciously was tearing at her skin, causing oozing sores. A Chinese herbalist thought it was a parasite she had picked up while studying abroad. A doctor thought it might be eczema and prescribed cream as well as anti-anxiety medication. And then came the naps, hours worth.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">Somehow she managed to get by, graduated and moved to New York City where she scored an unpaid summer internship. Even with nine roommates and a part time job, she was broke and tired all the time, just getting by with the help of caffeine and uppers. She knew she needed to leave, and since French is her first language, she found a paralegal job in Paris. Days before leaving the City she met Will while sharing a taxi, and who would become the love of her life.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">Paris wasn’t the fantasy life she had imagined, However, she did start up a regular correspondence with Will that led to him going to Paris for a two-week visit, then back home to pack up and move. She was still plagued by fevers and fatigue even as they were growing into their relationship. During a routine visit for birth control pills the doctor told her she anemic and gave her an iron supplement. Fast forward to the diagnosis of undetected lymphoma which was now leukemia followed by years of radical treatment, searching for a cure.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">After her final chemo treatment she decided to embark on a 100-day journey that would take her to the Pacific Ocean and back, a voyage of rediscovery to find herself, looking for the new normal - but first she had to learn to drive. A friend loaned her his Subaru for the trek. During her years of treatment she wrote a newspaper column and her goal was to visit some of the people who had written to her. The last quarter of the book was a chronicle of these visits and it was fully my favorite part.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">She came away from her visit with Ned, recognizing that “there is no restitution for people like us, no return to days when our bodies were unscathed” and that “recover isn’t a gentle self-care spree that restores you to pre-illness state.” He tells her that he still struggles to carry the collateral damage of illness, and she realizes that they may always be. A doctor at Sloan Kettering explained that she was experiencing post-traumatic stress disorder - the horror of cancer didn’t end on the last day of treatment - it says, don’t get too comfortable because one day I’m coming back for you.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">Following a purification ritual on the Pine Ridge reservation she says, “I’m realizing that if I am to cross the distance between near-death and renewal, instead of trying to bury my pain, I must use it as a guide to know myself better. In confronting my past, I have to reckon not only with the pain of losing other people but also with the pain I’ve caused others.” In the last visit of the book Katherine tells her “That’s all you can do in the face of these things. Love the people around you. Love the life you have. I can’t think of a more powerful response to life’s sorrows than loving.”</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/City-Thieves-Novel-David-Benioff-ebook/dp/B0018QSNYK/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1L5UYBYT6L9DN&keywords=city+of+thieves+david+benioff&qid=1638245488&sprefix=city+of+thieves%2Caps%2C234&sr=8-1">City of Thieves, by David Benioff</a></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">This was selected by my book club or I know I would never have chosen it nor would I have finished it, but it's a book that won't leave me and parts of it pop into my head from time to time. I recommend it as a fine piece of literature, not because it's a fun read.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">"During the Nazis’ brutal siege of Leningrad, Lev Beniov is arrested for looting and thrown into the same cell as a handsome deserter named Kolya. Instead of being executed, Lev and Kolya are given a shot at saving their own lives by complying with an outrageous directive: secure a dozen eggs for a powerful Soviet colonel to use in his daughter’s wedding cake. In a city cut off from all supplies and suffering unbelievable deprivation, Lev and Kolya embark on a hunt through the dire lawlessness of Leningrad and behind enemy lines to find the impossible.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">By turns insightful and funny, thrilling and terrifying, the </span><i style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">New York Times </i><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">bestseller </span><i style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">City of Thieves</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> is a gripping, cinematic World War II adventure and an intimate coming-of-age story with an utterly contemporary feel for how boys become men."</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-7543900543816496132021-11-13T19:41:00.003-08:002021-11-13T19:41:46.442-08:00Winding down<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZm5cbu_64ZOXHXUHBYobZgbfgEBryAviAa3IR2CEt-RyjVGrW8e-vpuOyBuVEr6BGMoGeZRRYjKIoNZ42nd5630zza0NGRme9c2yNFp0fdIw4pzPy6h4gXxlz1vqQR4x3RS90Q/s2048/IMG_1542.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZm5cbu_64ZOXHXUHBYobZgbfgEBryAviAa3IR2CEt-RyjVGrW8e-vpuOyBuVEr6BGMoGeZRRYjKIoNZ42nd5630zza0NGRme9c2yNFp0fdIw4pzPy6h4gXxlz1vqQR4x3RS90Q/s320/IMG_1542.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi17Eu1MipJtL5tk0FEw9_hhhWANgcS2BOKWDJRoZPDRYzM9nGQndZyEkeAx0SXg6ZY9VmZygczysmCUmipvYRVyTqO2pKDUYPbp2Fhsx3VUkg16nHlUw_zm5OobAowIwrfs2xrRQ/s2048/IMG_1539.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi17Eu1MipJtL5tk0FEw9_hhhWANgcS2BOKWDJRoZPDRYzM9nGQndZyEkeAx0SXg6ZY9VmZygczysmCUmipvYRVyTqO2pKDUYPbp2Fhsx3VUkg16nHlUw_zm5OobAowIwrfs2xrRQ/s320/IMG_1539.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I've been in Reno since October 27th, in time to see the spectacular show of the turning leaves. These photos are from our old neighborhood but it's like that all over the Truckee Meadows basin. I'm reminded of Walter Von Tilburg Clark's book, the City of Trembling leaves. The Clark Administration building on campus is named for him. I've been gone from Reno for six years after living here for 40 years. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed revisiting the city.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH1ymRO8dWJ8lKXPM_8zPSEwlaks-EFOnH7EFjDUdAaPYL-rtp4TUs10ruvmoM1LInwni9Y4oXh4cEd6Dk3LrX9ENZCJJ8bxnyLoLbgTwRuvyaavbKTEH-xg_F7UWVUxpKUbpl7g/s2048/IMG_1537.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH1ymRO8dWJ8lKXPM_8zPSEwlaks-EFOnH7EFjDUdAaPYL-rtp4TUs10ruvmoM1LInwni9Y4oXh4cEd6Dk3LrX9ENZCJJ8bxnyLoLbgTwRuvyaavbKTEH-xg_F7UWVUxpKUbpl7g/s320/IMG_1537.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> I've had a couple of visits with Delaney but her other grandmother has been sick so I might have to be content with that until we come back next year for Alexia's high school graduation. Delaney loves her new sweater.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcnXeKCSVHK2wH4TIHgyt3iVYIUB1xalqBcCgdd-dMqCX9EGHDgyZorKxy6KA7GA5BkFx7Wwh515nuE129SU5pUUBePk6K7GXwwfvDIaAzkaJHIVALp1TIdNQfuw72jisOoZAzA/s2048/IMG_1551.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcnXeKCSVHK2wH4TIHgyt3iVYIUB1xalqBcCgdd-dMqCX9EGHDgyZorKxy6KA7GA5BkFx7Wwh515nuE129SU5pUUBePk6K7GXwwfvDIaAzkaJHIVALp1TIdNQfuw72jisOoZAzA/s320/IMG_1551.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I wanted to see Alexia's band performance. The different high schools have taken marching band into almost the same level of sports. I have wanted to see her do high school stuff and was excited to finally have an opportunity, but I had forgotten how much driving time is involved when you go to anything in Reno. It took me 35 minutes to get to Spanish Springs High School and I was just in time to see her high school take the field. She is the drum major.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMXKyzdD5dGQLLLcx-quA1KafB9o7J0kr7kpkoOOvLZnelTVW74GMA0OdLNkIk39NgA2xiFL6ooBN0gfsTZ1yh7g4-ZsJerTU9c1r3PWnahHnXZ-VKOrxf7e4w5Y77XjoXUm1znw/s2048/IMG_1553.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMXKyzdD5dGQLLLcx-quA1KafB9o7J0kr7kpkoOOvLZnelTVW74GMA0OdLNkIk39NgA2xiFL6ooBN0gfsTZ1yh7g4-ZsJerTU9c1r3PWnahHnXZ-VKOrxf7e4w5Y77XjoXUm1znw/s320/IMG_1553.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>When given the "all clear" she climbs to the top of the platform where she will beat out the rhythm with her raised arms. Their performance isn't very long at all, maybe five minutes - and she's holding her arms at shoulder height and beating the rhythm - not easy. She says she chose this because you can't hear a flute in a marching band.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ26kySYMgcbYpq9DbW1rNdI5_2XuCvM7LAI_rU7waehIGMDtsdHHLfmFpGHnHeAf27NUR02EWUbt6r2SadT1ksTXZYv4ES8T6iz-IEGcCrbAhlmzEcmBvNJP4AKwWcLpsf0Nnbg/s2048/IMG_1594.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ26kySYMgcbYpq9DbW1rNdI5_2XuCvM7LAI_rU7waehIGMDtsdHHLfmFpGHnHeAf27NUR02EWUbt6r2SadT1ksTXZYv4ES8T6iz-IEGcCrbAhlmzEcmBvNJP4AKwWcLpsf0Nnbg/s320/IMG_1594.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>She has visited Yarn Refuge, a local yarn shop, and wanted us to go together to their Knit Night. The store is every bit as impressive as she said it is.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R7jRjzlHvOGczsfw-oy0IMNj3ODL7nNDY5klqrpVmxQKeIxRG0dTczwQVjMDRJMcq0L7QNKNeCAZdpEUZxXQjzN2X3mYvDkXatwRijwsPVT6uRMCWEA58UbZQKCVX601-nZGow/s2048/IMG_1598.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7R7jRjzlHvOGczsfw-oy0IMNj3ODL7nNDY5klqrpVmxQKeIxRG0dTczwQVjMDRJMcq0L7QNKNeCAZdpEUZxXQjzN2X3mYvDkXatwRijwsPVT6uRMCWEA58UbZQKCVX601-nZGow/s320/IMG_1598.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I had a hard time reining in my buying impulses and was relieved that I held myself to these three skeins. I've cast-on using the middle skein for a scarf for Chrissie. Greens and rusts are her colors. I went back later and bought another skein - oops.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl8485hyE5v0ErU-MRqKM4nQqYZPd7YaWIykhDOM-xbnTbfjVKBWggMPdg6woPxCHZE1F1KadDf63ZrieMHjsbeKShNa4ZqNQVyohX6F-N1OcIZY6w8S1ZCRsdMgup9d_SL64x8g/s2048/IMG_1604.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl8485hyE5v0ErU-MRqKM4nQqYZPd7YaWIykhDOM-xbnTbfjVKBWggMPdg6woPxCHZE1F1KadDf63ZrieMHjsbeKShNa4ZqNQVyohX6F-N1OcIZY6w8S1ZCRsdMgup9d_SL64x8g/s320/IMG_1604.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>Meanwhile, weaving lessons are progressing. Alexia is so busy that it's hard to find time but we're doing a little here and there and I think we'll get enough done that she will be able to weave after I go home.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-np3ZT5XiUH0jnTYTOYaxIGMSXmMpE_xL2s5afbfmPeb5bm01kQ5hyaJd5UJ_QqV7hpeWCY7JA42_3jAVbrKanQz4jxRKYxWij4TlH3YhzHPePAB8AkUrozBMkWWWuAeArAyJw/s2048/IMG_1619.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-np3ZT5XiUH0jnTYTOYaxIGMSXmMpE_xL2s5afbfmPeb5bm01kQ5hyaJd5UJ_QqV7hpeWCY7JA42_3jAVbrKanQz4jxRKYxWij4TlH3YhzHPePAB8AkUrozBMkWWWuAeArAyJw/s320/IMG_1619.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Tomorrow is the last day we'll have for weaving and since she has a threading error, I'm going to show her how to repair it. It's a common error and every error is a learning opportunity. She is doing great.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWuw68wf83sCKWPHATNKwd-1xPp_nefvIqVRwWzwtiOBc7auBLFWvm4uoC4pBkNOv6ZPVGnz2NmyDGgY33lZ17WyfYvRHhWfmlmfxmBwCYRzFwZwRnp-zmREPhC-Sd4PuUDepoZw/s2048/IMG_1631.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWuw68wf83sCKWPHATNKwd-1xPp_nefvIqVRwWzwtiOBc7auBLFWvm4uoC4pBkNOv6ZPVGnz2NmyDGgY33lZ17WyfYvRHhWfmlmfxmBwCYRzFwZwRnp-zmREPhC-Sd4PuUDepoZw/s320/IMG_1631.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Every day Chrissie feels a little better and she's looking forward to the day when she can leave behind this special chair and sleep in her own bed with her C-Pap. She is a trooper. I was stunned to learn that because they opened her chest, they had to wire it closed. That little dark knot on her chest is a knot of the wires that are holding her chest closed and will be hers for the rest of her life.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today we took our first outing, her in the backseat of course. We went to see my oldest grandson's apartment, meet his roommate and the cats, and we had a surprise visit when his girlfriend came home for lunch. We visited for a couple of hours, reassuring to Kiernan to have his mother feeling up to a visit and reassuring to me that my grandson is becoming a man.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's about the size of it. The forecast is for rain on Monday so Tuesday I'll saddle up and ride off into the sunset, i.e., Bend. I've learned that you never stop being a mom.<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-69447492672707014812021-10-24T12:52:00.002-07:002021-10-25T22:12:14.611-07:00Success!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5lNlqNvrzToQFZqgcfl5Cde1Su-hTowYE3lRnq1pY6acBZ30PAyEC_LHA9TRrLNIgacNDdgis9Q7YVxMhLkjvKb5cCR6ZBxm1QI-1omBz8DZ1BAu4z7Dk5u5rrporfUWRCkOuxQ/s2048/IMG_0704.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1535" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5lNlqNvrzToQFZqgcfl5Cde1Su-hTowYE3lRnq1pY6acBZ30PAyEC_LHA9TRrLNIgacNDdgis9Q7YVxMhLkjvKb5cCR6ZBxm1QI-1omBz8DZ1BAu4z7Dk5u5rrporfUWRCkOuxQ/s320/IMG_0704.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>My daughter took this selfie shortly after leaving recovery. It was about a five hour surgery to replace her damaged heart valve and repair the aneurysm. She is sleeping a lot. I'm so happy that the surgery was a success and she's sleeping which means she's not being kept awake by pain. I'm doing laundry today, will pack the car tomorrow and leave for Reno the next morning.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYrBdsI7gPLcGt7PNJraq8HWct3O4g-keATLohjGU7pHAhDhA-iZjQJrH0UBTsbf4zLI3eEt-Jd7te3IGrW6ngWPf7n7EmRAO5Q1c5XM63d3GWRzAmOd9CMxWiPkbSpU4-eJ7b3Q/s2048/65619371935__292EDFB0-8D7E-43B2-8069-4745ECBA983E.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYrBdsI7gPLcGt7PNJraq8HWct3O4g-keATLohjGU7pHAhDhA-iZjQJrH0UBTsbf4zLI3eEt-Jd7te3IGrW6ngWPf7n7EmRAO5Q1c5XM63d3GWRzAmOd9CMxWiPkbSpU4-eJ7b3Q/s320/65619371935__292EDFB0-8D7E-43B2-8069-4745ECBA983E.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>There's a new restaurant in Bend called Sen. It's by the same people who run the ever popular Wild Rose and the new location on the Deschutes River couldn't be more gorgeous. It's a little pricey but super delicious. We ate lunch here to celebrate.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh57w9cPFPW0HuyMvV2n24glX0jud7FlZ5JV0dlmaYiSXNzpy8srGBMd1EWhBJMuqSVaEa6qTveJw9BREFM6JvFV9RULRG0Q0Ni_8dr1xlAaBAbVz0f1YV8gcl2V7FZI-ByaCzD8A/s2048/IMG_1485.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh57w9cPFPW0HuyMvV2n24glX0jud7FlZ5JV0dlmaYiSXNzpy8srGBMd1EWhBJMuqSVaEa6qTveJw9BREFM6JvFV9RULRG0Q0Ni_8dr1xlAaBAbVz0f1YV8gcl2V7FZI-ByaCzD8A/s320/IMG_1485.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I met with some of the Knitterbugs for an spell of knitting on Wednesday. Bend is still colorful though we're supposed to get hit with some weather that will change things right after I leave.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkySUFFb1IunoRfc8BHELueej9NUmvD6m-ia0mpk62Bezo4XHViHTEGKTA3RJtBe3-p-FgBuc3fzYbT913AuD7XaRD054b4dKskmz6D9ouyYocEya4E_LLw6Q_qLeURIPn2BXqAQ/s2048/IMG_1505.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkySUFFb1IunoRfc8BHELueej9NUmvD6m-ia0mpk62Bezo4XHViHTEGKTA3RJtBe3-p-FgBuc3fzYbT913AuD7XaRD054b4dKskmz6D9ouyYocEya4E_LLw6Q_qLeURIPn2BXqAQ/s320/IMG_1505.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I just finished Delaney's latest sweater in time for my trip. It's Cascade 200 superwash, hand-dyed by a friend just for her.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMY37OsgQ1BIzqV-LLW0E9CaX4RyKsm2Anz2uOOtvq9iV7mf2aSrw7HoGt47P7V2VHhm5DQCtIJZTtR5eQVsTE-5w_O_M7ELnnE1mIDe4HHTYv36tacnosmRd90S_-GC31hj7R_Q/s2048/IMG_1506.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMY37OsgQ1BIzqV-LLW0E9CaX4RyKsm2Anz2uOOtvq9iV7mf2aSrw7HoGt47P7V2VHhm5DQCtIJZTtR5eQVsTE-5w_O_M7ELnnE1mIDe4HHTYv36tacnosmRd90S_-GC31hj7R_Q/s320/IMG_1506.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>The yoke is reverse stockinette which I think is effective with the variegation. Since Delaney's family isn't vaccinated I won't be able to see her until after I leave my daughter's. As a surgical patient they are going to be very strict with her quarantine. I hope to spend the morning with Delaney’s family, leave for Bend after lunch and spend the night in Klamath Falls. I don't know how long Chrissie will need me so haven't set a date to return.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg002VHZ-_tOBCI_y2uDfik_CcWl3N2hBBxgj3Jomkc0xDXuH8YaVazaDiBqbQNc8vssM8ELt5py6PGodz6_twYVtZ7iu7R5WxRWpUExLSnbQOoIV6i86B7pd22XirVZwCnZlFsXA/s2048/IMG_1498.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg002VHZ-_tOBCI_y2uDfik_CcWl3N2hBBxgj3Jomkc0xDXuH8YaVazaDiBqbQNc8vssM8ELt5py6PGodz6_twYVtZ7iu7R5WxRWpUExLSnbQOoIV6i86B7pd22XirVZwCnZlFsXA/s320/IMG_1498.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>Ian and I were both leaving the house at the same time and I was so focused on who was going to back out of the garage first I almost missed our visitor. He's a big boy!<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p><p> </p></div></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-21484635357985065382021-10-14T15:30:00.004-07:002021-10-24T12:57:46.614-07:00Autumn is my favorite season<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYrPdicg9ipjPdvX61tuSlbR-6BOQvSTh_xFmVKoVmV4XwVoSP8Irq2QA9q8XSflVk5cAe21a3fQfNYHnqq-uJG9ZmjkZJwflG2mGgroUBHg8sr2d_zQXiADtW1TdKzr6YKfp32Q/s2048/IMG_1453.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYrPdicg9ipjPdvX61tuSlbR-6BOQvSTh_xFmVKoVmV4XwVoSP8Irq2QA9q8XSflVk5cAe21a3fQfNYHnqq-uJG9ZmjkZJwflG2mGgroUBHg8sr2d_zQXiADtW1TdKzr6YKfp32Q/s320/IMG_1453.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>Delaney is absolutely taken with this New Yorker issue and studies the cover at length.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-V5RlAR2tbk6tf8Y3JcsjLdTnnAzIzfQ1EiMLNnTe8Sd9b3zMkmjjK8FDHwvNrBBniX8DzsyOjaG37JDFw8BKDJpD0AKDwH0yieznImJ8iS5Ej7Tst2zpw73eaYSctJyl1RC3vw/s2048/IMG_1457.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-V5RlAR2tbk6tf8Y3JcsjLdTnnAzIzfQ1EiMLNnTe8Sd9b3zMkmjjK8FDHwvNrBBniX8DzsyOjaG37JDFw8BKDJpD0AKDwH0yieznImJ8iS5Ej7Tst2zpw73eaYSctJyl1RC3vw/s320/IMG_1457.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>She points to the bubble and names the contents, then goes back and names the people. She and her parents are the family in upper left corner.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0q3Ji_oEAk22nKGQD3b93Ev8DQlZHW21JRBJ2MKU7S7aTMXmx8gB8tTxxtSp9a2d2lxv2COuq4fdl-wxLdLlmYYWURjaa9tAD_gON97qVN80EYXZdHsAGetGlbUssvHXh1aNbZg/s2048/IMG_1470.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0q3Ji_oEAk22nKGQD3b93Ev8DQlZHW21JRBJ2MKU7S7aTMXmx8gB8tTxxtSp9a2d2lxv2COuq4fdl-wxLdLlmYYWURjaa9tAD_gON97qVN80EYXZdHsAGetGlbUssvHXh1aNbZg/s320/IMG_1470.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>PlayDoh is such a mess and I regretted buying it as soon as we opened the first container. Tomorrow is her last day so I dug it out for one last time. She loves it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxMVX3OW490xbuPeH5-qGKDFlExhWXnx-mInyFr396P8Y9_ablWXO1UVrk6a3VuSN1IxQx8F54gzo4LhKoEJ2GFo_RNdIkg-jGOiAZaf4XaQhXtUKz3jlelf4xurutanSk02nlwg/s2048/IMG_1475.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxMVX3OW490xbuPeH5-qGKDFlExhWXnx-mInyFr396P8Y9_ablWXO1UVrk6a3VuSN1IxQx8F54gzo4LhKoEJ2GFo_RNdIkg-jGOiAZaf4XaQhXtUKz3jlelf4xurutanSk02nlwg/s320/IMG_1475.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>She was on a roll and would have opened every single color when I got the idea to place the Amazon toy catalog on the table and it was an instant winner. Winner, winner, chicken dinner!!<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt75FuicC1L6NW9xocO3Pw-92EM6e1FrmSRFkbHMgTLgMewcNciISIAUCVD-nB3wG_BRM1SfwezR59kYHl0TvqSWwT6Eb02z5wFY3_N-ilT_i7ypZ3-EgQFJ_CNAF7mlf3BD-c4Q/s2048/IMG_1460.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt75FuicC1L6NW9xocO3Pw-92EM6e1FrmSRFkbHMgTLgMewcNciISIAUCVD-nB3wG_BRM1SfwezR59kYHl0TvqSWwT6Eb02z5wFY3_N-ilT_i7ypZ3-EgQFJ_CNAF7mlf3BD-c4Q/s320/IMG_1460.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>With her daddy's help she made me this birthday card which I will treasure until it's in tatters.</div><div>Tuesday was my birthday but since we were babysitting we went out for my dinner on Monday. The tradition has been for all the family to go out to dinner on the birthday but we are shrinking already. Grandson Logan and girlfriend moved to Kalispell this month and Son Matt, Julia and Delaney will be back in Reno this Sunday. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iCGak8kO2Ujo9kF8-QfeF82Vz8FNHpKwdy0kZzu1ZDXSeVhH0lPhTutxWrjNFo4JC9zjZyzAiGeDeg10L7nJlyHunh0_B_iGpWsHL5-8INvzRzIsJ1-35kQzKywOW-xEvrRJYQ/s2048/IMG_1476.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iCGak8kO2Ujo9kF8-QfeF82Vz8FNHpKwdy0kZzu1ZDXSeVhH0lPhTutxWrjNFo4JC9zjZyzAiGeDeg10L7nJlyHunh0_B_iGpWsHL5-8INvzRzIsJ1-35kQzKywOW-xEvrRJYQ/s320/IMG_1476.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div></div><div>I'm moving too - back into the world of adults after 2 1/2 years of being focused on a baby. Wednesday was my book group and I hosted. Kathi brought me these flowers which she said she instantly thought of as "Sharon colors." They are gorgeous! We had seven for our book discussion, first time to gather indoors since Covid hit. We were so happy to be together again that we talked for three hours - yikes! What did we read? The Midnight Library by Matt Haig.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUj8v7auNkihFt7xzFF7O-injwoZ6eQb1NjiySJ2xKpIpTo4yz_dSl-MKoZiHaFnlr4V036Tazrt822KJuNb820hpwRnhTeeqq1ZX6vxvWEJph0qYATSYyznFvCJC7nhU8gnMfw/s2048/IMG_1463.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUj8v7auNkihFt7xzFF7O-injwoZ6eQb1NjiySJ2xKpIpTo4yz_dSl-MKoZiHaFnlr4V036Tazrt822KJuNb820hpwRnhTeeqq1ZX6vxvWEJph0qYATSYyznFvCJC7nhU8gnMfw/s320/IMG_1463.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I love the colors of autumn and I love that our yard is beautiful. It's also successfully blocked from maraudering deer. There's plenty for them to eat outside the fence, which these guys were doing when I left for my walk Wednesday morning.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ej3zNaqYdxmQiHX7QIsbsa5V_RSaxiFlcgxRtWAJhNEC4yLMURwlHB-khCWDl0a2t7lAzxspB2vFgJAzt44-4hVPprNdeTo08lN-rSx5pb5oyN-eG3-bU1QRh169oDKqUCx1Fg/s2048/IMG_1448.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ej3zNaqYdxmQiHX7QIsbsa5V_RSaxiFlcgxRtWAJhNEC4yLMURwlHB-khCWDl0a2t7lAzxspB2vFgJAzt44-4hVPprNdeTo08lN-rSx5pb5oyN-eG3-bU1QRh169oDKqUCx1Fg/s320/IMG_1448.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I am walking with friends in places other than my neighborhood now and our walk Monday along the Deschutes River was spectacular. Ian bought me a pair of walking sticks to protect me from taking another header. I'm stunned at how many people I know who have been injured while hiking. My cousin tells me that it's called FOOSH - fall on out stretched hand. Yep, that's exactly what I did. One MRI, two x-rays and three doctor visits later, I don't want to do it again.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_lE0h5H-lV3Z-Z7-3SONHRm2qj4ifyvyZ5S0gdBa8EabCjPpwSOymXo0SGA799aaIQSzkk8S1VRZh-v5ogD99wNe4QiMKDCJtasyXmE3z6VgFQFi9TIBlqXM8KkZKq3-3TiI-hA/s2048/IMG_1477.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_lE0h5H-lV3Z-Z7-3SONHRm2qj4ifyvyZ5S0gdBa8EabCjPpwSOymXo0SGA799aaIQSzkk8S1VRZh-v5ogD99wNe4QiMKDCJtasyXmE3z6VgFQFi9TIBlqXM8KkZKq3-3TiI-hA/s320/IMG_1477.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>My root project piece is finished and due this Saturday. It's a simple pencil rendering and when I see the lovely pieces by other participants I feel like using mine to start the wood stove. But if you don't enter, you don't get to play. I remind myself that I couldn't get started until the splint came off my hand. Lame excuse :-)<div><br /></div><div>If you are of the praying kind, I sure would appreciate prayers for my daughter Chris on this coming Thursday as they replace a heart valve and repair an aneurysm. I will go down to be with her on the 26th since I won't be able to see her until she's released from the hospital. We've compiled a list of campy movies to watch together in her recovery, starting with Galaxy Quest.<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /> <br /><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /> </p></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-51364251988182943142021-09-28T20:41:00.001-07:002021-09-29T08:14:18.877-07:00And another month <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOawkf5rLpwy-sEtJVmYWO0luGBn7p5RDOTsIzdo69sPC96cDWlyc4sW2U0alxyL55meKq68xcVHN2llV2xkLrfKQGIcBsYwK-ouLhkXES8dVnoSieR5mjhfSDOc0xZ30D_ceIzw/s2048/IMG_1328.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOawkf5rLpwy-sEtJVmYWO0luGBn7p5RDOTsIzdo69sPC96cDWlyc4sW2U0alxyL55meKq68xcVHN2llV2xkLrfKQGIcBsYwK-ouLhkXES8dVnoSieR5mjhfSDOc0xZ30D_ceIzw/s320/IMG_1328.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I've been playing around some more with turned taquete. I'm getting a plaid of sorts.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqjS4YDP4jb-ekg-Rda5JXkc_ivF9_odXEHY5B9XxJSTIuBsl3nTpEgOQNGXrxrUNfq_bFNbAaq9r6m80Bsysq4yh1d9doMTpPapQiz4B97QXhlw2fhaV_MKb7qWbI5i5ni9uGbw/s2048/IMG_1365.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqjS4YDP4jb-ekg-Rda5JXkc_ivF9_odXEHY5B9XxJSTIuBsl3nTpEgOQNGXrxrUNfq_bFNbAaq9r6m80Bsysq4yh1d9doMTpPapQiz4B97QXhlw2fhaV_MKb7qWbI5i5ni9uGbw/s320/IMG_1365.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I started this warp thinking that we might be able to have a guild holiday bazaar after all, but now I realize I won't be here, since I need to be in Reno for my daughter's surgery. I attended our guild's rigid heddle loom study group via zoom today and got infected by their wreckless design aspirations. They are all about texture and color. I'm having second thoughts about taking classes for difficult structures and think I may need to return to my original love, color and texture.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiU9heNJn4m7Kma6qoGZPlJGLdv3a6cR5fFf28Qotu-bobV6DUQmso3AyGu28B372bvtDwARTPdAmUJzeWYLsyclZZSS38IwWC3R1WwvY9gm3QCvow-J9mbqf_nTw984vSsOLAAA/s2048/IMG_1322.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiU9heNJn4m7Kma6qoGZPlJGLdv3a6cR5fFf28Qotu-bobV6DUQmso3AyGu28B372bvtDwARTPdAmUJzeWYLsyclZZSS38IwWC3R1WwvY9gm3QCvow-J9mbqf_nTw984vSsOLAAA/s320/IMG_1322.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Color!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimvwm7JhbqmZzKptoA-MBeYXxgnPumQ4mt0FDwuphmJNi6h-RABnFhBEcJL3hIRtpqlgpUgAc0ujVbMXImJtncts4W8cmdt6uPU66tF0izGkx3chVYQO1ANiT61kRiF-aWlPTPRg/s2048/IMG_1323.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimvwm7JhbqmZzKptoA-MBeYXxgnPumQ4mt0FDwuphmJNi6h-RABnFhBEcJL3hIRtpqlgpUgAc0ujVbMXImJtncts4W8cmdt6uPU66tF0izGkx3chVYQO1ANiT61kRiF-aWlPTPRg/s320/IMG_1323.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Meanwhile, I've been participating in Pat Clark's root project. Pat has been a powerful and unifying force in our local art community and I'm super fortunate to have become a part of that group. I didn't get the splint off my hand until Monday so signed up for a sketch time with her on Tuesday. That's because Pat is in hospice and sketch times with her are limited. We are sketching this root that was extracted from her yard and has been hanging in her garage for the past two years.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtNoAhVFhxVskW7mLgAMNm65yMISYXHTFrMSIz6V7aXWw4-3_CUMZj4oyj32zxrW7OOVA1JFV_ysumWRB9PWOhvWRjaXADeTqip-aWZd8KCecDvmN7Q33rg2CKvg6v78BNgMEzQ/s2048/IMG_1324.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtNoAhVFhxVskW7mLgAMNm65yMISYXHTFrMSIz6V7aXWw4-3_CUMZj4oyj32zxrW7OOVA1JFV_ysumWRB9PWOhvWRjaXADeTqip-aWZd8KCecDvmN7Q33rg2CKvg6v78BNgMEzQ/s320/IMG_1324.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is Pat's sketch. I gathered up my things to leave at the end of my session and she took me aside to wish me the best with my family and said, that when life had thrown her a curve, she had learned that the word she needed was "adjust." I treasure that piece of wisdom. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtbe6as4FHyoBZYyBBtQgVBX1-gPg3V4CGbbMGoYz7ffR-ZpE483Ob5bY0xUOPzxuyeHMlDZv4gaCdmAoHF7azGJ5WAnR6Zhhbldbj5QBN9Qt1eZAqjDGIG0_TBGNY4_2WqfkLFQ/s2048/IMG_1340.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtbe6as4FHyoBZYyBBtQgVBX1-gPg3V4CGbbMGoYz7ffR-ZpE483Ob5bY0xUOPzxuyeHMlDZv4gaCdmAoHF7azGJ5WAnR6Zhhbldbj5QBN9Qt1eZAqjDGIG0_TBGNY4_2WqfkLFQ/s320/IMG_1340.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We have another artist in the family.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiltne0iepLhZgzLRiRNS8HK5dSuM3_jX04cTva-5bGOg6rgqlCR7NuCCTCV2rKbXTZwDFJ3VDKI5u0LXVcwqyIoRgL0qatxcTrxmSkJojECJQhZNn7nJaju4WthHL4e0UwQYPHxw/s2048/IMG_1358.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiltne0iepLhZgzLRiRNS8HK5dSuM3_jX04cTva-5bGOg6rgqlCR7NuCCTCV2rKbXTZwDFJ3VDKI5u0LXVcwqyIoRgL0qatxcTrxmSkJojECJQhZNn7nJaju4WthHL4e0UwQYPHxw/s320/IMG_1358.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Grandpa's grrl.</div></div><p><br /> </p></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-20257874025737277632021-09-14T16:19:00.000-07:002021-09-14T16:19:13.568-07:00The Unexpected<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_V4YiiDmvXbtnCTDGJFxmV1ogPLLDASBuu5c6hS8fqlrXAkWGJ1QVQM4Mv4W2ZCAmsEk0nCXHqY9ztjnp4nBfLjJi2GiTwu7nKp4A_LLx39jUvaiiu9ebXEHDw3qN5fmFyanxQ/s2048/IMG_1278.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_V4YiiDmvXbtnCTDGJFxmV1ogPLLDASBuu5c6hS8fqlrXAkWGJ1QVQM4Mv4W2ZCAmsEk0nCXHqY9ztjnp4nBfLjJi2GiTwu7nKp4A_LLx39jUvaiiu9ebXEHDw3qN5fmFyanxQ/s320/IMG_1278.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I took Delaney to the park this afternoon, hoping to tire her out for a long nap. It's a beautiful day and wonderful to be out from under the choking smoke.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbuAe6KQNw1xAkV6MvE6nXZBuE2-dO8OupAOwi6691nPcf4-_mEW5LQrCvXDfZKyI8r1pvtm8kIW_HQ7LFBhm804OQU_ClEZ_jFLnKgyFWuNGwrvm81Y31ocGhyphenhyphenq-yyizWMcdDUg/s2048/IMG_1279.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbuAe6KQNw1xAkV6MvE6nXZBuE2-dO8OupAOwi6691nPcf4-_mEW5LQrCvXDfZKyI8r1pvtm8kIW_HQ7LFBhm804OQU_ClEZ_jFLnKgyFWuNGwrvm81Y31ocGhyphenhyphenq-yyizWMcdDUg/s320/IMG_1279.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>She is just starting to get the hang of the play equipment, but the slide still baffles her.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilDDwsGr8iciRRtqMGHWfFuJtOgrGYR5n9rXBqw-xcxAMGxFCgF2iCxIy99nayXE14a9Ghp3bHeWUPMfKypW3L7rq6xwRJ4q8XCPfB6lAoTjiEbWl7Y3QSRtMWuQBAH_9foFr0Cg/s2048/IMG_1285.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilDDwsGr8iciRRtqMGHWfFuJtOgrGYR5n9rXBqw-xcxAMGxFCgF2iCxIy99nayXE14a9Ghp3bHeWUPMfKypW3L7rq6xwRJ4q8XCPfB6lAoTjiEbWl7Y3QSRtMWuQBAH_9foFr0Cg/s320/IMG_1285.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>She absolutely loves the swings. It's her favorite and she squeals "Whee) on every forward swing. And here is where I tell you the bad news. Her parents have decided to sell their house and move back to Reno. After watching Delaney for 2 1/2 years, this is tough to swallow. They have a list of reasons and I understand where they're coming from, but I don't like it. I plan to enjoy her right up to moving day.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5chIwVMkqRIaQP8kPRhkegIlsRq0dpnarE6Zp46Oife1G9Y2Jk16DrLzhwmZfTCYTdYpVxWWYHnxGXy88oNwvD4qhwLzT3Ev69gL7mSHRA8o6GJP2331NwK2MyNGqSAYYdCqX_g/s2048/IMG_1257.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5chIwVMkqRIaQP8kPRhkegIlsRq0dpnarE6Zp46Oife1G9Y2Jk16DrLzhwmZfTCYTdYpVxWWYHnxGXy88oNwvD4qhwLzT3Ev69gL7mSHRA8o6GJP2331NwK2MyNGqSAYYdCqX_g/s320/IMG_1257.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I'm lucky to have an engrossing hobby to help me move forward. I checked out this rigid heddle loom from the guild equipment library and made this scarf with sock yarn as my first project. It turns out someone else wanted to borrow it for a class, a beginning weaver, and so I hurried up to finish this and return it. It was fun but I don't know that I'll be buying one anytime soon. A Girl Scout is collecting 100 scarves for a badge so I put this one in that collection.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCEVWx78Br4bNo8ulR_1moPSfL7LAf2RO6eP_yYHVjgkyW8CcSbUoEEDBHNEpx1fcF6HtpDhqOztNQiHZetyEw_a0LIoUwkW1-U4d5agPn0n3wYu7iIpPOpS37Bz1c3FqqEqlTYQ/s2048/IMG_1272.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCEVWx78Br4bNo8ulR_1moPSfL7LAf2RO6eP_yYHVjgkyW8CcSbUoEEDBHNEpx1fcF6HtpDhqOztNQiHZetyEw_a0LIoUwkW1-U4d5agPn0n3wYu7iIpPOpS37Bz1c3FqqEqlTYQ/s320/IMG_1272.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>And I'm fortunate to be in the middle of a shadow weave workshop with Jennifer Moore. I bought the yarn as a kit from Lunatic Fringe and chose the autumn colorway. We had the option of 5/2 and 10/2 yarn. Because of babysitting I am only able to attend two of the four recorded sessions of the instruction and they have been excellent. I am able to replay spots that confuse me. We had the option of using a four-shaft loom or an 8-shaft loom. With the splint on my wrist I opted for four-shaft and 5/2 yarn or the class, then will do the eight-shaft later.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqkGgj-Ii2q_yK6qbhCtgLU2LrAP8M0FVl06wM8nEh3dLdPMk9mXynlr8zXJohhCFcQafm9SdoCfPmYEQKiU4UmcDsVY8EMEXp3hukjW8TE6c283DQznOjJgo106RM4m5U0llxg/s2048/IMG_1291.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqkGgj-Ii2q_yK6qbhCtgLU2LrAP8M0FVl06wM8nEh3dLdPMk9mXynlr8zXJohhCFcQafm9SdoCfPmYEQKiU4UmcDsVY8EMEXp3hukjW8TE6c283DQznOjJgo106RM4m5U0llxg/s320/IMG_1291.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>During Delaney's nap today I experimented with supplementary yarns, ones that weren't part of the kit. The last session will be Thursday but the kids have asked me to babysit because they're going to a funeral in Reno on Friday. I'll watch the instructions and will have all day Friday to weave, or until my back gives out.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxGdfpdH_E5t_Z9-6m4-XSVjmNJ2SSjxkhVDHCcsxuHpmKRS4WaJ0gxXSdrH6K2ZhEtM_gcFLC-_YgQQSQTOcKLRqkXnY8YOWc5CZyp9aTyaZZ8vKC7JjrBQaMs0ECLyxNCGEp7g/s2048/IMG_1287.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxGdfpdH_E5t_Z9-6m4-XSVjmNJ2SSjxkhVDHCcsxuHpmKRS4WaJ0gxXSdrH6K2ZhEtM_gcFLC-_YgQQSQTOcKLRqkXnY8YOWc5CZyp9aTyaZZ8vKC7JjrBQaMs0ECLyxNCGEp7g/s320/IMG_1287.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I'm still knitting chemo caps and have four done so I need to drop them off. There's still quite a bit of the yarn from Triana so I think I'll have enough for a dozen by the time I'm done.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>And here is where I tell you the bad news. Delaney's parents have decided to sell their house and move back to Reno. After watching Delaney for 2 1/2 years, this is tough to swallow. They have a list of reasons and I understand where they're coming from, but I don't like it. I plan to enjoy her right up to moving day. Matt dropped Delaney off the morning of the 31st and said he had an announcement to make. I actually thought he twas going to tell me that they were separating. I've sensed heaviness from both of them for at least a month. But it's not a health issue. I have to remind myself of the things their news is not, a crutch for now.<div><br /></div><div>That afternoon my daughter called with even worse news. She is going to need open-heart surgery and they're hoping to be able to do it in October. It's called <a href="https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/bicuspid-aortic-valve/cdc-20385577#:~:text=A%20bicuspid%20aortic%20valve%20is,body's%20main%20artery%20(aorta).">Bicuspid Aortic Valve Disease</a> and it's a birth defect. Her father also had this surgery. I've lost sleep over this and somehow it makes Delaney's move a little less traumatic. Chrissie has to stay in the hospital for a week and another six weeks at home after the surgery. I'll go down as soon as she wants me there. I will be so glad when this is behind us, the sooner the better and before the snow flies.<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /> </p></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-5966446742205906442021-08-28T17:52:00.000-07:002021-08-28T17:52:05.275-07:00Can't we do better than this?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9mfrZkPKw1CmQfq-nr751srtj0KM7pn2pZCjGS_KtH4ciyfTdQx3AKx-iciJmgj1wDupFDjhVHhTiy-SV_z7LrF4EKZWccdOxN63iTU0q1tAJmb4Pp9VB5bF6MqlpHPtd3NyKQw/s2048/IMG_1170.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9mfrZkPKw1CmQfq-nr751srtj0KM7pn2pZCjGS_KtH4ciyfTdQx3AKx-iciJmgj1wDupFDjhVHhTiy-SV_z7LrF4EKZWccdOxN63iTU0q1tAJmb4Pp9VB5bF6MqlpHPtd3NyKQw/s320/IMG_1170.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>We decided to buy a bigger chair for the front room. Our current chair is too small to hold us and Delaney when we read to her. I went to Lazy Boy and fell in love with this chair.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxft_TUGs9Fg86hb42BnR1SkDZSQ6Qi6c4QTWop_JOKX-Rk9fVqY9jJgSasUb3DbRqHbhYJNV5inp0JEP0UFQ9oPXuYYJPmG-QIzK3a6LofJMp_knNgphX2zfE6kVFfcfNcTKyw/s2048/IMG_1173.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxft_TUGs9Fg86hb42BnR1SkDZSQ6Qi6c4QTWop_JOKX-Rk9fVqY9jJgSasUb3DbRqHbhYJNV5inp0JEP0UFQ9oPXuYYJPmG-QIzK3a6LofJMp_knNgphX2zfE6kVFfcfNcTKyw/s320/IMG_1173.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I measured the area and the chair was just too big. Plus as much as I loved it, it didn't seem to fit in.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipj_Od-3mTdJJ-AgqqVfFe51EoqUizlmdrFn8QCNpJz_b5vgX2p0iBPlvdswM8fnMfrjk_5byplfln3qsj28IvXtKCbeQqtW9NEUBrsKglR_UNZOiry-nHrSo0GLOX6B5LC6vySQ/s2048/IMG_1171.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipj_Od-3mTdJJ-AgqqVfFe51EoqUizlmdrFn8QCNpJz_b5vgX2p0iBPlvdswM8fnMfrjk_5byplfln3qsj28IvXtKCbeQqtW9NEUBrsKglR_UNZOiry-nHrSo0GLOX6B5LC6vySQ/s320/IMG_1171.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>I went back and bought this one instead. We fight over who gets to sit in it. We might need a second one, after we pay for this one :-)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2e056fG5sHw_EKerGJojCMtTEiqy782N8MQuLZHEC5n0ykMzWcIoT71RRI5gf8SN_rN0Bq34F31OYIREzKZYm0yIng3Whob5nQNNWJ95XNXgUlvW5Z0BOaMt959cAwkS9UUQw7g/s2048/IMG_1220.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2e056fG5sHw_EKerGJojCMtTEiqy782N8MQuLZHEC5n0ykMzWcIoT71RRI5gf8SN_rN0Bq34F31OYIREzKZYm0yIng3Whob5nQNNWJ95XNXgUlvW5Z0BOaMt959cAwkS9UUQw7g/s320/IMG_1220.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Potty training Delaney is still in the thinking stages.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RW7REibS1Rc6PMt8pgFHqEH4e7VO5LpmYY8kXKw-XnXj0iS8LBSJPYTShdzTo3vXWtw11qFA0IAXXjUxywqUWQcyrTedsU8iMpT_MVhOiTu-ocyndI9hk3NoNHfFmpts9fKSBw/s2048/IMG_1178.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RW7REibS1Rc6PMt8pgFHqEH4e7VO5LpmYY8kXKw-XnXj0iS8LBSJPYTShdzTo3vXWtw11qFA0IAXXjUxywqUWQcyrTedsU8iMpT_MVhOiTu-ocyndI9hk3NoNHfFmpts9fKSBw/s320/IMG_1178.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I took her to the park that's just a mile from here. She loved it and I had to tear her away after an hour. I'm surprised at how well preschool kids communicate without a whole lot of language.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWuf8kqgn2wC0GRj3Hdf3cRPgUhWPgvSrWFE39hcc33KZeNNg6BgG_OEeZ3-MKLtBd15UXyCR4Dnf8co-FcMd4x2-nw65nJDLd7cXMaOAfeJREWoGl9pSYBO_-ovSLdqspoXamRg/s2048/IMG_1224.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWuf8kqgn2wC0GRj3Hdf3cRPgUhWPgvSrWFE39hcc33KZeNNg6BgG_OEeZ3-MKLtBd15UXyCR4Dnf8co-FcMd4x2-nw65nJDLd7cXMaOAfeJREWoGl9pSYBO_-ovSLdqspoXamRg/s320/IMG_1224.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I finally finished some dish towels which I'm hoping will do well in our guild holiday show and sale. But I need to try something new.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtlk74K58K-uaHSdkCnE_mmz2hxHO05e7P3YuxQJ2vWv5KNKjx_r85iCDnj9QnLyqUnyz2lGG3maJMzxnmtedz_arEsSonyVOUAC_0G1lg42Yf5T4qCjUTULUZlsq3FD7rs1N7w/s2048/IMG_1227.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtlk74K58K-uaHSdkCnE_mmz2hxHO05e7P3YuxQJ2vWv5KNKjx_r85iCDnj9QnLyqUnyz2lGG3maJMzxnmtedz_arEsSonyVOUAC_0G1lg42Yf5T4qCjUTULUZlsq3FD7rs1N7w/s320/IMG_1227.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>For now that something new is Jennifer Moore's double weave class that starts in another week. Getting ready has been hard on many levels, not the least is the limited use of my hand. I ordered yarn kit from Lunatic Fringe, the most expensive yarn I've ever purchased. It's 5/2 mercerized cotton and it's a devil to work with, the way it wants to spiral and corkscrew. It's awfully pretty and awfully difficult.</div><div><br /></div><div>Covid has placed our hospital in crisis mode once again and the governor has sent in nonclerical national guardsmen to help with the overload. They've announced that 98% of those hospitalized are non-vaccinated. The break-through infections have us masking up again, sigh. Can't we do better than this?<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /> </p></div></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-26378398967004136702021-08-15T13:15:00.000-07:002021-08-15T13:15:16.987-07:00Hot and Smokey Daze<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPssuyTTCNJd5Zs4_z3vubQugvuqhKvZ2aj4nCetP2jJ-PFBot4AxoD6kYTA6jjdXEiz94w-jFRF6UEaCfLK_8ic05ycWB682ZyXwOmYNFB356ojJJGj6YhRj2SZEib6W8TVj2A/s2048/IMG_1143.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPssuyTTCNJd5Zs4_z3vubQugvuqhKvZ2aj4nCetP2jJ-PFBot4AxoD6kYTA6jjdXEiz94w-jFRF6UEaCfLK_8ic05ycWB682ZyXwOmYNFB356ojJJGj6YhRj2SZEib6W8TVj2A/s320/IMG_1143.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> I fell into a creek while on a hike into Todd Lake when Alexia was here. I got very wet and jammed my thumb. When it didn't get better after a couple of weeks I went to Urgent Care at our medical clinic. They diagnosed Gamekeepers Thumb and put a giant splint on my forearm and referred me to The Center, the orthopedic care facility. I took the splint off and waited. My thumb was still sore and weak. Finally last Monday I got called in to see Dr Holt. He said, yup - you have Skiers Thumb. It's the same thing as previously diagnosed but he's young and we don't have gamekeepers here in Bend.<p></p><p>I got called that afternoon to see if I could take an MRI appointment the next morning at 7:10 and I said sure! Then I got called Thursday to see Dr Holt again and was fitted with this handy little splint. He was surprised by my MR which shows a partial tear. I have to wear this 23 1/2 hours a day until September 20 and hope to avoid surgery. I can knit simple things but weaving isn't workout out yet.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJO7ptOLc61O37n2eXublG4REqq5wam4ICirye-8k-ly-snNQShjhAdA9cjFkId4XdZeh6kSWzd9kSM64RSpXQnvwipj7L3aBXWekjWBgPbqjp9Z_Svm_QZIIz7zo74SxDZoXd2g/s2048/IMG_1136.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJO7ptOLc61O37n2eXublG4REqq5wam4ICirye-8k-ly-snNQShjhAdA9cjFkId4XdZeh6kSWzd9kSM64RSpXQnvwipj7L3aBXWekjWBgPbqjp9Z_Svm_QZIIz7zo74SxDZoXd2g/s320/IMG_1136.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><p>The reason I wasn't baby sitting that Thursday is because I was scheduled to take a warp painting class but a friend died on August 3rd of brain cancer and the celebration of life was scheduled for that same day. The service was outdoors in the Prayer Garden at our church and in spite of being 99 degrees, it was surprisingly comfortable. Triana was a prolific knitter and all of our knitting group has received yarn from her stash. Some are knitting toys for the pediatric ward at the hospital because toys were Triana's speciality, she said, because they don't have to fit anybody.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_CEbb3ERSY9ljk8zRlTRd085bBmVftsNlBJcD3EZSdsTDO-YFiE3GxWXyGFbXaC2qGHiSVJ8XLg0rsUOVkH2M0zQZcxdl7qKkbCIMp30nG0YuZN9cwGOupC-DTQUvJhxB6C-lUA/s2048/IMG_1131.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_CEbb3ERSY9ljk8zRlTRd085bBmVftsNlBJcD3EZSdsTDO-YFiE3GxWXyGFbXaC2qGHiSVJ8XLg0rsUOVkH2M0zQZcxdl7qKkbCIMp30nG0YuZN9cwGOupC-DTQUvJhxB6C-lUA/s320/IMG_1131.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I've decided to knit chemo caps since I hate sewing toys together. This is the first one I've finished and it's from acrylic. It's the Rikki pattern in Ravelry and since over 12,000 people have logged in as knitting it, I figured that was as good a recommendation as any.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIUgbT-XXFFsRNzH7ml47_1IbbIfVx9aA_AdZnavBwR1iC0Fwcdv01diG3O_qDzFiB8VvWRvDvKU3Hr1-xNPRWpKQWG69uk1uUQjomy7Ar7PpFsrx9DSV4DRNi6-p6Cz7P1R-V2A/s2048/IMG_1161.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIUgbT-XXFFsRNzH7ml47_1IbbIfVx9aA_AdZnavBwR1iC0Fwcdv01diG3O_qDzFiB8VvWRvDvKU3Hr1-xNPRWpKQWG69uk1uUQjomy7Ar7PpFsrx9DSV4DRNi6-p6Cz7P1R-V2A/s320/IMG_1161.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>This is the second cap I've finished using the Foaming Waves Chemo Cap, also from Ravelry. The yarn is Debbie Bliss' Cashmerino and feels very soft to me, but I'm reading that wool can be irritating on the bare scalp and that acrylic and cotton are the preferred yarns. I'm going to take both of these into Oncology this week and get their advice.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNLRwHC4ANEOINGz40xgT695jlklaN8WwLmsrq59YUlKFjkOLAUjkZdrRs80Kn3KttUiP22X56d8kmPAkTM-qKL5fCgg56i7nOg8Bj0yFS8gXyalPc4zbS7f-5ftQ3z38v-ktk3A/s2048/IMG_1157.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNLRwHC4ANEOINGz40xgT695jlklaN8WwLmsrq59YUlKFjkOLAUjkZdrRs80Kn3KttUiP22X56d8kmPAkTM-qKL5fCgg56i7nOg8Bj0yFS8gXyalPc4zbS7f-5ftQ3z38v-ktk3A/s320/IMG_1157.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Our tomatoes have started coming in this week. We only planted Early Girls and it's paying off. BLT sandwiches are what's for dinner tonight!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKefaORNb7tTCBOWFQaRrZD1a4qAxoa0uAbIF5fhdw_7071R5NdKwng4RAASwrglOrTJSdLrJJDF4_LIyiKtAOw75Pq1DOZmJ4lHC3IUEbjVLuoQTXp5Z8YyYtCjW7Me5UARNOw/s2048/IMG_1130.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKefaORNb7tTCBOWFQaRrZD1a4qAxoa0uAbIF5fhdw_7071R5NdKwng4RAASwrglOrTJSdLrJJDF4_LIyiKtAOw75Pq1DOZmJ4lHC3IUEbjVLuoQTXp5Z8YyYtCjW7Me5UARNOw/s320/IMG_1130.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>I sowed wildflower seed in a little strip of cleared dirt along out eastern fence and they're also doing quite well. A Japanese friend gave me this ikibana vase and explained the sun, moon and earth order of arranging flowers. I have had fresh flowers in the house for the past month and absolutely love them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0GPpUzOB8PdARdoHwEaVHCg9sS7vk4i45-OAMjFlsN0N-4MWlyft-CJ6nCAVmuqVOK9SUHFnbV0lFl-I-wvopM0GwgdCkE9nfAK6PekiZRgJnwJjWWRSt9Shvb5xftsWhbN4dg/s2048/IMG_1106.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0GPpUzOB8PdARdoHwEaVHCg9sS7vk4i45-OAMjFlsN0N-4MWlyft-CJ6nCAVmuqVOK9SUHFnbV0lFl-I-wvopM0GwgdCkE9nfAK6PekiZRgJnwJjWWRSt9Shvb5xftsWhbN4dg/s320/IMG_1106.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Delaney loves Disney Now and especially a show called Bluey. We clear off the coffee table on the days we watch her and it's usually covered with toys and books, but she got sucked into the story and parked herself on it. I love how she folds her hands when she's engaged. Language is slowly picking up. I had stripped the sheets from our bed to wash them. She picked up a pillow and handed it to me saying, "make the bed." Yes Ma'am!! We'll be starting potty training very soon - yikes!<br /><div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-74093083917376019972021-08-07T20:52:00.002-07:002021-08-07T20:52:52.940-07:00August already!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR08-o5EqajuVy0lCaMt6byZcvWiVHBEp1MAwnA81vw5206wQwkiPLoDEneaNfwftuNzE1UzvkW0FTuoX8r9uaidGvV3z8CJ3vA8MAREBH36ZE-vhtoVDjLxR4aVdDELlQNnoiYQ/s2048/IMG_1056.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR08-o5EqajuVy0lCaMt6byZcvWiVHBEp1MAwnA81vw5206wQwkiPLoDEneaNfwftuNzE1UzvkW0FTuoX8r9uaidGvV3z8CJ3vA8MAREBH36ZE-vhtoVDjLxR4aVdDELlQNnoiYQ/s320/IMG_1056.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> I've been knitting on a cardigan pattern from the winter Vogue Knitting issue and had been having misgivings about the size, hoping I had enough yarn. I kept knitting thinking that surely it would be fine. This is when I realized I didn't have enough yarn for both sleeves, so I took stitches off the needles and measured on the kitchen table. It was way off. At some point I had begun to loosen my gauge and it was a couple sizes too big.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFBUSQJf8GchWhNNVBBhvmXza6tpYwPPag-xKlR9kJsQOcg-kDVrhv0_zgo63I3UCRQ5a_HzXh5xx_xO8gdhv0Jh3p1vwTcrzYUCxy8ELZFlSWlmc3QXkPXwJWC7DUBd1-TYIOgw/s2048/IMG_1058.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFBUSQJf8GchWhNNVBBhvmXza6tpYwPPag-xKlR9kJsQOcg-kDVrhv0_zgo63I3UCRQ5a_HzXh5xx_xO8gdhv0Jh3p1vwTcrzYUCxy8ELZFlSWlmc3QXkPXwJWC7DUBd1-TYIOgw/s320/IMG_1058.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><p>There was nothing I could do but start over. Actually frogging and reconditioning yarn is pre-starting over. It's been my Olympic knitting and I am halfway to the armholes right now. It's a complex pattern and I recognize that it probably won't be a garment before next year.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgLZGmNxZH4Cp-7cmd2GFoBGiOHihkAl9thIF3cmdJPJuCIOMhAz_BxGXVkgYUbl8orTu5wd28NrEr-WD8AmSrLV5usIaKU27uCg6nyttwNcmpIleTxDulXmCQoM3EDOaFmLIKQ/s2048/IMG_1059.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgLZGmNxZH4Cp-7cmd2GFoBGiOHihkAl9thIF3cmdJPJuCIOMhAz_BxGXVkgYUbl8orTu5wd28NrEr-WD8AmSrLV5usIaKU27uCg6nyttwNcmpIleTxDulXmCQoM3EDOaFmLIKQ/s320/IMG_1059.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>The county fair shaped up at the last minutes which left everyone scrambling so I was really impressed at what we were able to do for the fiber arts exhibit and demonstrations. I haven't been weaving so the bright towels on the left were all that I had to enter for judging. I didn't deserve a ribbon and I didn't get one. But attendance was surprisingly good considering the short notice and high temperatures. It was the 100th birthday of the fair and I think they were loathe to miss another year after last year.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpH286OduQqkGNC7g7uKvFIz9cESpeGrOjt7ODr-xmK_aTEtrz1Tm1lrE4OLvy6q4px_1c0T6GUyaO51ikch66qj0BExXf95s8YrdsuiGRF_SU8OUY199BUcEB906K0VmBE9DrjA/s2048/IMG_1063.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpH286OduQqkGNC7g7uKvFIz9cESpeGrOjt7ODr-xmK_aTEtrz1Tm1lrE4OLvy6q4px_1c0T6GUyaO51ikch66qj0BExXf95s8YrdsuiGRF_SU8OUY199BUcEB906K0VmBE9DrjA/s320/IMG_1063.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>Our guild's spinning study group put together this "sheep to shawl" display along with information on rare breeds and wool samples that said "touch me." People seemed to be happy to have their fair back and were curious, though all entries were down, all except quilts which were more than they had ever had. We think it's because the Sister's quilt show was last month and they accepted half as many entries as usual which meant that quilters were happy to have a place to display their work. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipfYVylIP4yTSL_FumL4M6uSgHFwL6lAKPZ8GIvyscLFJeYXSk0FfHgZqtI1QEfK448kBAAFjvXPSt644rRGvszsXpz9d1LRTzUHXYwC225giekygBQALE9lOkBKqIklhMibDdxQ/s2048/IMG_1064.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipfYVylIP4yTSL_FumL4M6uSgHFwL6lAKPZ8GIvyscLFJeYXSk0FfHgZqtI1QEfK448kBAAFjvXPSt644rRGvszsXpz9d1LRTzUHXYwC225giekygBQALE9lOkBKqIklhMibDdxQ/s320/IMG_1064.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>Our displays were attractive and it was nice to be indoors, which I'm sure is what our visitors thought too, with temperatures approaching the century mark. Some of the displayed pieces were submitted to be judged but we also beefed up the visual appeal with items "for display only" like my turquoise and copper scarf on the table.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDI16HAGwxDClxWMe1OjzCM70ZtLqS2Bml5vMVPu2U8JzKOehFu-z6k2q2ed47V94nzvdJZFqTDcpCwzEPKU_mqwie69oIXbpMEr1z-Arhj9qfgSTEIsDe2UktkbHfe9ZTGpACQ/s2048/IMG_1091.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDI16HAGwxDClxWMe1OjzCM70ZtLqS2Bml5vMVPu2U8JzKOehFu-z6k2q2ed47V94nzvdJZFqTDcpCwzEPKU_mqwie69oIXbpMEr1z-Arhj9qfgSTEIsDe2UktkbHfe9ZTGpACQ/s320/IMG_1091.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>We've had returning deer these past couple of weeks. I seemed to be the only one who hadn't seen the new neighborhood fawns but then a couple of days ago the twins shot by me at the start of my morning walk. One raced across the street but this guy stopped to double check before scampering off.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1i2UBeXdAnlte4GcPVxqQhQdtMzCZg1Od3qP5i5PHVmsPASmmrJnwTDia99QcjoNyIg3OokPsEOiSlKmaaFuWTG7w7_0Hr8651SurIpEjsRItALTxf_en6ODWhWvDMnHZYJGKJA/s2048/IMG_1102.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1i2UBeXdAnlte4GcPVxqQhQdtMzCZg1Od3qP5i5PHVmsPASmmrJnwTDia99QcjoNyIg3OokPsEOiSlKmaaFuWTG7w7_0Hr8651SurIpEjsRItALTxf_en6ODWhWvDMnHZYJGKJA/s320/IMG_1102.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>And on the other side of our fence, the wildflower seed that I sowed have taken root and are producing cheerful little meadow flowers. I thought I distributed the seed evenly but it looks like I tipped up the bag and dumped it out. I think it will even out next year but it's sure a cheerful addition to our yard right now. According to the package the annuals will flower this year and next year the perennials will bloom.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEXO-3tUlQVaWs-IAAgW-Cw0iNxN0uIleEjH37LAdbF8FrN-kt73jMWzKOvsTPzoMu2WJBS6OvnDvnIsjwbFqaoUfOFJMD2rY4KjTuKc7knOueCLWxNnbMe5EfT4j2Bjl-1uHGMg/s2048/IMG_1101.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEXO-3tUlQVaWs-IAAgW-Cw0iNxN0uIleEjH37LAdbF8FrN-kt73jMWzKOvsTPzoMu2WJBS6OvnDvnIsjwbFqaoUfOFJMD2rY4KjTuKc7knOueCLWxNnbMe5EfT4j2Bjl-1uHGMg/s320/IMG_1101.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>Alexia has been displaying a lot of interest in weaving this year and is asking me really intelligent questions. At first I was thinking I would order a 16" rigid heddle loom and having it shipped to her but then I remembered this Dorset loom that I bought to use in workshops. Since discovering zoom weaving workshops, I've decided to skip the workshops where I have to fill the back end of my car with equipment and unload, reload, unload, etc. It occurred to me that its a perfect starter loom for Lexi. They're coming up in October to pick it up. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPafFigr2lSxAxtkCXjLRH2YOejiKD9jHE2764TW3cDDYxiJotebnrrvtkOO5_rL9oGlnihBHTVlDZiLAjA-dTctG2jzN1ZydN26v5LQvVB2hOTOh1W5FZA3IFoSyTb7jvHvpgug/s2048/IMG_1104.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPafFigr2lSxAxtkCXjLRH2YOejiKD9jHE2764TW3cDDYxiJotebnrrvtkOO5_rL9oGlnihBHTVlDZiLAjA-dTctG2jzN1ZydN26v5LQvVB2hOTOh1W5FZA3IFoSyTb7jvHvpgug/s320/IMG_1104.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>With all the time that pandemic and quarantine have provided me, I have done just about no weaving. I finally have a warp on one of my looms. Instead of trying to learn something new or use workshop information, I've defaulted to my old friend, turned taquette, and boy does it feel comfortable to be on my own home turf. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1UEnd_MRMEIkyDclwY8Ryg9EM038gmfC4aL0cJKbDHlzjFyqwz4g2KkI7WyZuvtkNJMPvoe_vENbpaWPVuFT_Ncgifv5_amhd65P8oUw5y43Iy6awQRMQUNZ1Crr6kWL6PhctsQ/s2048/IMG_1038.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1UEnd_MRMEIkyDclwY8Ryg9EM038gmfC4aL0cJKbDHlzjFyqwz4g2KkI7WyZuvtkNJMPvoe_vENbpaWPVuFT_Ncgifv5_amhd65P8oUw5y43Iy6awQRMQUNZ1Crr6kWL6PhctsQ/s320/IMG_1038.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've started taking Delaney to the library once a week. She gave up naps when she outgrew the Pack-n-Play so on the recommendations of her parents, I take her for a car ride after lunch which causes her to fall asleep and take a two-hour nap. The trick is to get to the library without her falling asleep first! The conditioning is so good that she falls asleep within the first mile and the library is three miles from the house. It's tricky.</div><br /><div><br /> <br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div></div></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-87523987065742971932021-07-13T16:16:00.000-07:002021-07-13T16:16:27.564-07:00Dog Days of Summer<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Lq6EcsgynFiV1yXbLwI6uFOTDhKzUgHty639OPXhtrjrhpSOJ2jkH3EckuXOYw6QUl3QPTh1co1iiWnN18ksuupC7M4IBthymh80SirVJYSeajOeBex269pTjzPQzVzTvNd-kQ/s2048/IMG_0846.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Lq6EcsgynFiV1yXbLwI6uFOTDhKzUgHty639OPXhtrjrhpSOJ2jkH3EckuXOYw6QUl3QPTh1co1iiWnN18ksuupC7M4IBthymh80SirVJYSeajOeBex269pTjzPQzVzTvNd-kQ/s320/IMG_0846.jpeg" /></a></div>I took Matt, Julia and Delaney to the High Desert Museum just a week after I took Melissa. I had just assumed they would have been there by now and so it was nice to be able to share some of my passes with them. Delaney absolutely loved it.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBsn949zKA6l0D_f7NkbykFjhP2El1ztK8pVfDcsL8_-yrftqVvhuZkZOIrz8-LMREg4LOCdtXxfg3jssskYKWPXOdu8Xb303WoZdRId3obrUXdaGto5E8elZ8LU2I1nTfdz4Wjg/s2048/IMG_0858.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBsn949zKA6l0D_f7NkbykFjhP2El1ztK8pVfDcsL8_-yrftqVvhuZkZOIrz8-LMREg4LOCdtXxfg3jssskYKWPXOdu8Xb303WoZdRId3obrUXdaGto5E8elZ8LU2I1nTfdz4Wjg/s320/IMG_0858.jpeg" /></a></div>I have taken a picture of all five of my grandkids on this bronze elk and this photo completes my collection. There are many bronzes and pieces of art on the campus but this is the only one children are invited to sit on.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadtoO-E3x0R-5jYhea9Tb-ITuhePguBUJFVTr7U6i80_qhuw6ZhXm3yYu_JdRvYc9OcBQo5w1Ggr1RPezGINIG8KF5uhiZAuobXwgU2Xu8tdiX5ZRT4tp9PIPPl8Lp4wLDCSXwg/s2048/IMG_0898.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadtoO-E3x0R-5jYhea9Tb-ITuhePguBUJFVTr7U6i80_qhuw6ZhXm3yYu_JdRvYc9OcBQo5w1Ggr1RPezGINIG8KF5uhiZAuobXwgU2Xu8tdiX5ZRT4tp9PIPPl8Lp4wLDCSXwg/s320/IMG_0898.jpeg" /></a></div>I lost track of the gauge on my latest sweater for Delaney and Alexia jokingly tried it on. Pretty but wrong.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdAxiGk3QBdT01UbSX7gyJIGpg-2y1WWyUiEhHN_U8XmlKY2mxXK3G5Tkuup8wQkR9srgxtnq5lTXfJbvn0RZhucCzSa8u38QoOhvUX1_CB-rrYx4h5U9T9hUttZRH-4QoK1HgAA/s2048/IMG_0918.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdAxiGk3QBdT01UbSX7gyJIGpg-2y1WWyUiEhHN_U8XmlKY2mxXK3G5Tkuup8wQkR9srgxtnq5lTXfJbvn0RZhucCzSa8u38QoOhvUX1_CB-rrYx4h5U9T9hUttZRH-4QoK1HgAA/s320/IMG_0918.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div>With the second ball I don't have to worry about running out of yarn so I've swatched and started over.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZ3E8dUE1WGzJDnEiP5Tys_ivSl80D39Q9SVu3BV641d-p5adPP-IJ1oN3dtB9EGEDXdzXayyjZbzEQXAi1r3t7mEFmP-19On4ssk7jqHw6LEpPmbR8dz6igVBN5KtLvQM8wJwA/s2048/IMG_0862.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZ3E8dUE1WGzJDnEiP5Tys_ivSl80D39Q9SVu3BV641d-p5adPP-IJ1oN3dtB9EGEDXdzXayyjZbzEQXAi1r3t7mEFmP-19On4ssk7jqHw6LEpPmbR8dz6igVBN5KtLvQM8wJwA/s320/IMG_0862.jpeg" /></a></div>Meanwhile Alexia has become a knitting fiend. And it's pretty easy to get the right size. She's the smallest one offered in the instructions.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBwWmGtJZn_4vIt2WN5EjBh2z1G5jTTPMzsbfMBno40qhi1K5A0XevkYun2intoo2QZhnApNEqqOESVv-L4PfAE62NDmmqAg00IKvgCDGUWbTt5noKpNLmDTqftEV1QGG96JKTew/s2048/IMG_0903.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBwWmGtJZn_4vIt2WN5EjBh2z1G5jTTPMzsbfMBno40qhi1K5A0XevkYun2intoo2QZhnApNEqqOESVv-L4PfAE62NDmmqAg00IKvgCDGUWbTt5noKpNLmDTqftEV1QGG96JKTew/s320/IMG_0903.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">And in no time she was done!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVMPFzpaZjk43hIiR3Ya94elBOWGPTt-myefsiIR4s3mCtR-uVSWWoTe7zBExDJhkYGBJOzy7bhCcMd6KJzWGgOWnBUKqninxPtGXRQo4pSW4QmYaT18q6pjFoVcxL7rLx7hDqGA/s2048/IMG_0964.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVMPFzpaZjk43hIiR3Ya94elBOWGPTt-myefsiIR4s3mCtR-uVSWWoTe7zBExDJhkYGBJOzy7bhCcMd6KJzWGgOWnBUKqninxPtGXRQo4pSW4QmYaT18q6pjFoVcxL7rLx7hDqGA/s320/IMG_0964.jpeg" /></a></div>We attended a stash sale of a friend where she got a bunch of free magazines and four skeins of Cascade 220 to make a scarf. The pattern was in one of the magazines and was designed by Deborah Newton.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbr44SWgR5LHfhjoirK-k1svKR5eaQbgxSXnFNV5yepShy5eKlhHMbUEa4AkcvWymNUWT0iiWL7gQHRa0uP8kNC54X7pIoFWs2onnLuD31Rh6uzOupkuoPqNkpFiDWw97YrAMrHA/s2048/IMG_0959.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbr44SWgR5LHfhjoirK-k1svKR5eaQbgxSXnFNV5yepShy5eKlhHMbUEa4AkcvWymNUWT0iiWL7gQHRa0uP8kNC54X7pIoFWs2onnLuD31Rh6uzOupkuoPqNkpFiDWw97YrAMrHA/s320/IMG_0959.jpeg" /></a></div>We cancelled our trip to Tacoma and Vashon Island because of the extreme heat and have more or less been hunkered down in the house. This was our one foray - Todd Lake, from snow meltwater. There were a lot of people and many had packed in portable kayaks.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjspC-Ty5j2fLN5CM1FOuZSRzFLRWSKivy_hESQc_h2uA6wZcW9OF6wjg_fklX2kXNGr_ins2QIWT34vdnSgSAOBSehTRvCxlGUnMrWclu0W6XUpHteCnGrjyh41Gq_sWwcYX0UFQ/s2048/IMG_0950.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjspC-Ty5j2fLN5CM1FOuZSRzFLRWSKivy_hESQc_h2uA6wZcW9OF6wjg_fklX2kXNGr_ins2QIWT34vdnSgSAOBSehTRvCxlGUnMrWclu0W6XUpHteCnGrjyh41Gq_sWwcYX0UFQ/s320/IMG_0950.jpeg" /></a></div>There was even a sunbather. Something for everyone. The hike got cut short when I tipped myself into a small stream and was soused. I wanted to cool off but not like that!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgkEDlAQY_8F0yz9c9qewdWiXsh0IAWaEZlWbw_zsr5sxQnfqt0LgKZ7ugZkiHdIz5E0cEgIADSmpV7vGfes-AxokN5iPe52gXH7EMCUByx_Yb6LoidmbgYN_nXy1aK5Wh6OWPOw/s2048/IMG_0975.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgkEDlAQY_8F0yz9c9qewdWiXsh0IAWaEZlWbw_zsr5sxQnfqt0LgKZ7ugZkiHdIz5E0cEgIADSmpV7vGfes-AxokN5iPe52gXH7EMCUByx_Yb6LoidmbgYN_nXy1aK5Wh6OWPOw/s320/IMG_0975.jpeg" /></a></div>The yard is surviving the heat but Ian has to water everything by hand about midday, another reason we didn't feel like we could leave. And the wildfires started about a week ago and are punishing for our firefighters. God bless them, every one!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKNbvQ-GCQC40NfG6lvkl8OY4FX7dyYplCopFzOT2H5Ev90H2wQ3e665V4Ea0nYiEOBZ56q_5Sj9YpovCwJuQnM-_Xuxh57Jaxb00jJ95x8POtbZzT2Y-T3Z9KRI4qFFnsmmQh8w/s2048/IMG_0989.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKNbvQ-GCQC40NfG6lvkl8OY4FX7dyYplCopFzOT2H5Ev90H2wQ3e665V4Ea0nYiEOBZ56q_5Sj9YpovCwJuQnM-_Xuxh57Jaxb00jJ95x8POtbZzT2Y-T3Z9KRI4qFFnsmmQh8w/s320/IMG_0989.jpeg" /></a></div>I finished these three towels, thinking the blocks were random but they're not. I'll enter one in the fair - that's all I've completed but I'm trying these again. I'm hoping that this time I'll get a more random placement.<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /> </p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-37704592333516499642021-06-21T16:27:00.001-07:002021-06-21T16:27:12.683-07:00Pleasurable passtimes<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcW0_wYabrK59tDTrL1l7kkGNd_eJE7u0i_MxKmqc8a0zn6h0guJGdSKUaDF-64fAjpHgcCcvEjDes_L4uoycFxO6IprVYlJdLqQDikyr_LT2cZW-fYOjA1FTZTST43lNnhCa3w/s2048/IMG_1701.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcW0_wYabrK59tDTrL1l7kkGNd_eJE7u0i_MxKmqc8a0zn6h0guJGdSKUaDF-64fAjpHgcCcvEjDes_L4uoycFxO6IprVYlJdLqQDikyr_LT2cZW-fYOjA1FTZTST43lNnhCa3w/s320/IMG_1701.jpeg" /></a></div><br /> My friend Melissa flew up a couple of weeks ago for a quick visit, taking advantage of the promotional prices from Alero, a new airlines that has just begun serving Redmond and several other secondary markets, like Burbank which is her airport. We only had two full days and made the most of them. This photo is from our visit to the High Desert Museum. Our favorite thing was the outdoor wild raptor show. Highly recommended!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRqNMh67BegVmtskRfwM6MOSMSEfLy1F4bVc8uzKpFmNcdYP8Q4-V_KKnC-WsHCAd3uiislQYDV9LCbm8uBKDr35VXF5TByzElXuwuoBY_fl6B0CD5PMEaIuHcMiiR5C6PHVfm4Q/s2048/IMG_0695.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRqNMh67BegVmtskRfwM6MOSMSEfLy1F4bVc8uzKpFmNcdYP8Q4-V_KKnC-WsHCAd3uiislQYDV9LCbm8uBKDr35VXF5TByzElXuwuoBY_fl6B0CD5PMEaIuHcMiiR5C6PHVfm4Q/s320/IMG_0695.jpeg" /></a></div>She's been painting every day and has started moving into mixed media and collage. I showed her how relief printing with lino works and she loved it. We ended up doing this on two of our afternoons.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCgYviMiVw1RM21N65HXpru_BiOhEj6zNH_lDNffrQpLVZY1QXFo2J7PLp4mVxCxcyauq2w1DGGzkwREyQFmfYUIBwQe9rGVt3GJBAzthoIuK4Uubj7X4_XHfiilVPQb9S6pmL4w/s2048/IMG_0700.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCgYviMiVw1RM21N65HXpru_BiOhEj6zNH_lDNffrQpLVZY1QXFo2J7PLp4mVxCxcyauq2w1DGGzkwREyQFmfYUIBwQe9rGVt3GJBAzthoIuK4Uubj7X4_XHfiilVPQb9S6pmL4w/s320/IMG_0700.jpeg" /></a></div>We printed a couple dozen of these Christmas ornaments which she'll assemble when she gets home. They wouldn't travel well otherwise. She's coming up again the end of August and by then I will have completed a two-day woodblock class so will have more to show her.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjowkhL07c2UR8kQASj9rmK6ehMyCkoyhJY-kuJDhy4FYuXYFs1-It6po0oGr54tAh0jIjUMz7hkwI-DQN7IORGAQDVCfB0Ucz6EsoCRjyKSkG-l2rOCw0PBZqFyvlisUYiahIpZw/s2048/IMG_0727.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjowkhL07c2UR8kQASj9rmK6ehMyCkoyhJY-kuJDhy4FYuXYFs1-It6po0oGr54tAh0jIjUMz7hkwI-DQN7IORGAQDVCfB0Ucz6EsoCRjyKSkG-l2rOCw0PBZqFyvlisUYiahIpZw/s320/IMG_0727.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I finished this sweater for Delaney which she loves.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzfIAFPUeeTJRJ8pU7A4pfPONsA-QIHr1IzekGW5mrRfVQMpORq6ZYnICjsgV0CBudf44wtr3RS8oAXKIdIeu349ugekfX4qRZSwxLA7km3WoTzs76v-MXRLlyPnUVPcnl6BvyzQ/s2048/IMG_0713.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzfIAFPUeeTJRJ8pU7A4pfPONsA-QIHr1IzekGW5mrRfVQMpORq6ZYnICjsgV0CBudf44wtr3RS8oAXKIdIeu349ugekfX4qRZSwxLA7km3WoTzs76v-MXRLlyPnUVPcnl6BvyzQ/s320/IMG_0713.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The buttons are perfect, from Skacel.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSknxhiAM8MF7-HQ7hBhus1keGfe7OXR5QRnivN7kcOgeIYWm9pHAWgBtE1RTcmo8kyyjOuQUPxSgH1hysI_xrmzEnqL5LcZ5zzY0uuWHhD_9gCoYCTUx5uBSU4akA_zZkAXKrmQ/s2048/IMG_0752.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSknxhiAM8MF7-HQ7hBhus1keGfe7OXR5QRnivN7kcOgeIYWm9pHAWgBtE1RTcmo8kyyjOuQUPxSgH1hysI_xrmzEnqL5LcZ5zzY0uuWHhD_9gCoYCTUx5uBSU4akA_zZkAXKrmQ/s320/IMG_0752.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div>I started another sweater for her using the variegated yarn that a friend gave me. I bought the muted peach to go with it as the single ball wouldn't be enough. My friend messaged me last night that she found a second ball of the variegated and though I don't need it, I have accept it for a different project. I sampled for over an hour trying to find a pleasing way to blend the two yarns.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5CWmX7vEA-n5Xr1QH0vKVGvJZ-n0ZSM0P0Um1vw9sOxem-TsM6puufFp7tL8dKkGZSwIP4hBwhXLSmY7SLQkRL9ZaTH69HOjYJbraNpltsnZ_Hvt66fUvrL1JeqkBH49aNSfJg/s2048/IMG_0806.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5CWmX7vEA-n5Xr1QH0vKVGvJZ-n0ZSM0P0Um1vw9sOxem-TsM6puufFp7tL8dKkGZSwIP4hBwhXLSmY7SLQkRL9ZaTH69HOjYJbraNpltsnZ_Hvt66fUvrL1JeqkBH49aNSfJg/s320/IMG_0806.jpeg" /></a></div>I realized when I turned the work over to purl that the wrong side is the answer. The wrong is the right!! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeB9os3_Hbnfq7fKIbMM5PudQJ0Q_axvBDimyQKsxYoZhbq-dJv_yWYCMe2wIsMSy56QJQSVBOKg1QTGpFfctc7Wsa2T7aJhSngVjb3yxDb31iTrV_3AedekD8RprmWZXADM5Hzg/s2048/IMG_0802.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeB9os3_Hbnfq7fKIbMM5PudQJ0Q_axvBDimyQKsxYoZhbq-dJv_yWYCMe2wIsMSy56QJQSVBOKg1QTGpFfctc7Wsa2T7aJhSngVjb3yxDb31iTrV_3AedekD8RprmWZXADM5Hzg/s320/IMG_0802.jpeg" /></a></div>Our-soon-to-be-17-year-old granddaughter Alexia is with us again this summer. She has stepped up her knitting game and enjoys knitting with the Knitterbugs when we get together in a park. She knitted this shell from linen, not quite a beginner project, and she nailed it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-Q4JUB690obbtxVugk4cVf-yHQLiU4qNYohJco53OPmqCsy6hZtcILB_h9LqGhDvcxz7DrMWY5vJyXDG5A36TYsEPwtW6u6xCUslI2TzALjcjBIekCD4wcF4JN-J5bVs3pmPKw/s2048/IMG_0803.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-Q4JUB690obbtxVugk4cVf-yHQLiU4qNYohJco53OPmqCsy6hZtcILB_h9LqGhDvcxz7DrMWY5vJyXDG5A36TYsEPwtW6u6xCUslI2TzALjcjBIekCD4wcF4JN-J5bVs3pmPKw/s320/IMG_0803.jpeg" /></a></div>It fits her perfectly and she is going to wear it this Wednesday when we meet up to knit.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaxMBRQj-q4wDySGzJqSPOW2lzm2oq-XlPVMz9jJHw1UHloV7wYiT_Czt0uq5lhj9TpxW04IcpfIoA6jVl5QdKXwLuQeBIBw1iuCWBvSmiApFaqkr7vfxQI-vNqygM0xDS1YhjqA/s2048/IMG_0812.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaxMBRQj-q4wDySGzJqSPOW2lzm2oq-XlPVMz9jJHw1UHloV7wYiT_Czt0uq5lhj9TpxW04IcpfIoA6jVl5QdKXwLuQeBIBw1iuCWBvSmiApFaqkr7vfxQI-vNqygM0xDS1YhjqA/s320/IMG_0812.jpeg" /></a></div>I've done very little weaving in the past few months, other than a workshop. I decided to return to Turned Taquete again and experiment with squares of different combinations of the same hue. I'd like to finish in time to have something to enter into the fair this year.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs0CPY2iiBNcTixkA2wytqDejkkdLdiact0BF6qnVIanNn4_h79X1x0V-tJbR3NTkrYzr7-Jv_xZWYoGdGXQ_ja5VgX6dZJnOhU3dM_qSNfK4pkY6OUpEXBJx4vi1yqV5S6zwEtA/s2048/IMG_0814.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs0CPY2iiBNcTixkA2wytqDejkkdLdiact0BF6qnVIanNn4_h79X1x0V-tJbR3NTkrYzr7-Jv_xZWYoGdGXQ_ja5VgX6dZJnOhU3dM_qSNfK4pkY6OUpEXBJx4vi1yqV5S6zwEtA/s320/IMG_0814.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div>It's too hot to weave in the afternoons but instead of using the morning time, I've chosen to sit outside and enjoy the fresh cool air. I've worked hard on the yard and like to sit out with my coffee and either knit or read. The summers are short here and I'll have the rest of the year to weave. That's what is going on here.<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-5427845865470964852021-06-02T13:33:00.000-07:002021-06-02T13:33:08.305-07:00And June rolls around again.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jG-Tttoo2qOZavr6Ilnt0TlsT4_N3jJAyFyjd995AUpX5LLfYXDkRz0_4_8dkiXcjX-MOWOvQj2NbfM3-5VA7f-WiYkcugQehsaVd410x5k4t7mqjQceHQ_K1gzT9m4HtIAliQ/s2048/IMG_0571.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jG-Tttoo2qOZavr6Ilnt0TlsT4_N3jJAyFyjd995AUpX5LLfYXDkRz0_4_8dkiXcjX-MOWOvQj2NbfM3-5VA7f-WiYkcugQehsaVd410x5k4t7mqjQceHQ_K1gzT9m4HtIAliQ/s320/IMG_0571.jpeg" /></a></div>It's happened. I'd rather do yard work that weave. I've added six new hostas this year, bought bareroot in a bag from Costco. They have to start from scratch every season. You'd think I'd come up with something different since our growing season is so short. Last week we had to put our hanging baskets in the garage so they wouldn't freeze and this week we're working overtime to keep everything watered in 90-degree days. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8b6Zv1dkaHuAIQvmEBaTkUoyWBNRUkbssQr0xOhrBG3bgIWJXxziOE1FeTKVUC_-FVH7rVlMc37B9p-NXnO7HDibYQ_u8pQOZgiGMTmqI7npO2zywzx3s_vnvZq51MgXl3ulIg/s2048/IMG_0572.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8b6Zv1dkaHuAIQvmEBaTkUoyWBNRUkbssQr0xOhrBG3bgIWJXxziOE1FeTKVUC_-FVH7rVlMc37B9p-NXnO7HDibYQ_u8pQOZgiGMTmqI7npO2zywzx3s_vnvZq51MgXl3ulIg/s320/IMG_0572.jpeg" /></a></div>I was given these iris about three years ago and they finally bloomed - worth the wait!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJk2r0QltpCvOoyhRVDpKfra-tkeZRRvt3H0kWfFuv2CZFq0vGyRjUlAeHbLGvYw0Odo6qJZyP8NnLAEvTTwfJUnv67QQWPUcqz5WR6GurakA-wAC9qLalOMq5zA32EH-GgF-Aqg/s2048/IMG_0562.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJk2r0QltpCvOoyhRVDpKfra-tkeZRRvt3H0kWfFuv2CZFq0vGyRjUlAeHbLGvYw0Odo6qJZyP8NnLAEvTTwfJUnv67QQWPUcqz5WR6GurakA-wAC9qLalOMq5zA32EH-GgF-Aqg/s320/IMG_0562.jpeg" /></a></div>Ian moved the tomato pots from the back deck to the edge of the RV pad where they'll get full sun all day. The blue things are Walls of Water, needed protection against late frost. We've lost a plant or two every year but so far everything looks good. That bright apple green area was barren dirt but about a month ago Ian spread some clover seed and covered it with mulch. It looks great!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOpMQKPKSjSwmy3rUtDIKu_g8gRQmTLcK77oBoOLcFbOP2R4assbuW33igCDVmmPtvcNiWT7qRks0mLH9v48NEvN0pICqKVLgRyeY7Xo9mdsvOkgrBcueyRfGiZnKZzbSJMuxBCQ/s2048/IMG_0573.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOpMQKPKSjSwmy3rUtDIKu_g8gRQmTLcK77oBoOLcFbOP2R4assbuW33igCDVmmPtvcNiWT7qRks0mLH9v48NEvN0pICqKVLgRyeY7Xo9mdsvOkgrBcueyRfGiZnKZzbSJMuxBCQ/s320/IMG_0573.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div>Our resident rabbit approves. With his help we may not need to mow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrLI5sN82v-s1rSo7473SEXhXn98fhWVtB0KiVEtbwPjSAQ7FKihzb1A-XCxSmCMznu-p2bEiVAh1AepoDcEdfalOYVsblO-bvt5Nis8QVlUXtQyXCz2J-qr4ypT5ryRrE7SJng/s2048/IMG_0519.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrLI5sN82v-s1rSo7473SEXhXn98fhWVtB0KiVEtbwPjSAQ7FKihzb1A-XCxSmCMznu-p2bEiVAh1AepoDcEdfalOYVsblO-bvt5Nis8QVlUXtQyXCz2J-qr4ypT5ryRrE7SJng/s320/IMG_0519.jpeg" /></a></div>Every year we tackle some overgrown area and try to make it pretty. This was a bear, pulling out everything including some raspberries that we regret planting. They've encroached everywhere and I don't even like raspberries. I bought some wildflower seed from Wilco that's specific to the PNW. We covered it with a bag and a half of mulch and already we're seeing sprouts. Supposedly the annuals will bloom this year and next year we're get flowers from the perennials. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi2JYij4MA-DZ1OshnY76288zCdGZ6hyj_KOfLD3XaOEQVNYNHGdRgZdtZzSZ3t4wrk5hvjDcX7VqvJAc-AyZsKBg36ch4ofKnLP61ers1yY3wslxBet6hRnfOci3SvpdA7y6DOg/s2048/IMG_0516.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi2JYij4MA-DZ1OshnY76288zCdGZ6hyj_KOfLD3XaOEQVNYNHGdRgZdtZzSZ3t4wrk5hvjDcX7VqvJAc-AyZsKBg36ch4ofKnLP61ers1yY3wslxBet6hRnfOci3SvpdA7y6DOg/s320/IMG_0516.jpeg" /></a></div>This is an AeroGarden that is a system for sprouting seeds in the house that we bought about 10 days ago. Neither one of us has had any successful with sowing from seed. Our friend Kathi bought two of these and said they ate from it all winter. So far only the basil is growing. It will be ready to set out just about the time the summer weather is in full swing.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsAPI4-pglXxo80yv5NpUaTUTS6xigRaAhmgEMrm8A0DoU-xLVvHBwokOqIGfUwmDhHYZrLc4_-uBJzcSYkSV6v_2zDiKpDfDJBLXgncGIEIebLnSEbZABU3l9U9Z7FBG60z4Gw/s2048/IMG_0566.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsAPI4-pglXxo80yv5NpUaTUTS6xigRaAhmgEMrm8A0DoU-xLVvHBwokOqIGfUwmDhHYZrLc4_-uBJzcSYkSV6v_2zDiKpDfDJBLXgncGIEIebLnSEbZABU3l9U9Z7FBG60z4Gw/s320/IMG_0566.jpeg" /></a></div>The large field behind our house was brought inside the urban growth boundary the year after we moved in, a sure sign that development was coming. The new high school where I'm standing is completed and will open this fall. This area of the field is where development is starting. The trees are coming down and excavators are rehabilitating the landscape. This is volcanic country so the excavators have their hands full blasting and removing rock. There are 43 acres in all, including a park and businesses. I hope that includes a coffee shop!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVeKyp0MoS2ZYxwg4N1DbgtVkZvZEFy0oy4eqdma31z7v5ElApKYb3_hvEqlHo36P0_cXaAkV58YecijtQTAYWYoQPMikc04HHmcmlcFIqe8UqelovCQd4vZzyHwGZFPuxAA_ew/s2048/IMG_0512.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVeKyp0MoS2ZYxwg4N1DbgtVkZvZEFy0oy4eqdma31z7v5ElApKYb3_hvEqlHo36P0_cXaAkV58YecijtQTAYWYoQPMikc04HHmcmlcFIqe8UqelovCQd4vZzyHwGZFPuxAA_ew/s320/IMG_0512.jpeg" /></a></div>Meanwhile, this is what's at the end of our street. Its construction on the sewer extension for the new development. We knew all of this was coming but that doesn't make me have to like it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTyt5KSMYoMuFf_7PbLaZyFrq3AIeZzJzQvXD-rXGKFqWa3LhnyCV3G5mEgRDWtz7WIT-X359I_tStuk5dge6dfH0Bt6o6WH1Z6svtlkoQxQZBAtAfbo0SH8LlSXoTRIhZmVYCA/s2048/IMG_0556.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTyt5KSMYoMuFf_7PbLaZyFrq3AIeZzJzQvXD-rXGKFqWa3LhnyCV3G5mEgRDWtz7WIT-X359I_tStuk5dge6dfH0Bt6o6WH1Z6svtlkoQxQZBAtAfbo0SH8LlSXoTRIhZmVYCA/s320/IMG_0556.jpeg" /></a></div>Our neighbor watches their grandson Jasper on Fridays. He's three months younger than Delaney and the two have come to be friends. Jasper goes to daycare a couple days a week so has other children to play with but this is it for Delaney. I love watching them together. Delaney's mommy knows to come next door when she picks Delaney up. Next Friday we'll picking Alexia up in Lakeview and bring her home for the rest of the summer, so we'll have two granddaughters!!<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /> </p></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-64794318391610135442021-05-18T09:54:00.000-07:002021-05-18T09:54:04.779-07:00I'm still here<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyclJ9YQHjt2Cav6bKuGAPgCGz5gyZDY1IVmBOtjOAYiOFaNIFQstYjDqpXvRyN0iZQmX-Kejnwozr0zuERN4eeHjchpBRxlyLSF9D-xI41h-35WOAXLLRxrDE6wIXrgP-zMCKLg/s2048/IMG_0290.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyclJ9YQHjt2Cav6bKuGAPgCGz5gyZDY1IVmBOtjOAYiOFaNIFQstYjDqpXvRyN0iZQmX-Kejnwozr0zuERN4eeHjchpBRxlyLSF9D-xI41h-35WOAXLLRxrDE6wIXrgP-zMCKLg/s320/IMG_0290.jpeg" /></a></div>We're still in the early days of spring and some days are too cold for much of anything but taking walks. I'm knitting a lot and finished this sweater for granddaughter Alexia in Reno who will spend this July with us again. The pattern is on Ravelry, Glass Ceiling, by Heidi Kirrmaier.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd2cI_8N_dK5v8sDT0ia28DNOyE0onMyOL-jwnMsiyix5Qu1cMF-OHzQwmXSGmsSlFEBCdnDxAy7RmZGzGMEesB_2oC4opJEyFSBLrj1ltWETZo2IYTFJ3rQqqlDzVs7B0h-M-Tw/s1439/IMG_0377.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1439" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd2cI_8N_dK5v8sDT0ia28DNOyE0onMyOL-jwnMsiyix5Qu1cMF-OHzQwmXSGmsSlFEBCdnDxAy7RmZGzGMEesB_2oC4opJEyFSBLrj1ltWETZo2IYTFJ3rQqqlDzVs7B0h-M-Tw/s320/IMG_0377.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It fits her great and she loves it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbQEhj2dRO7mAVtGapYNZHYvSx37fxJw1h8he6f5H1oERmy0NDCJJij56N4Nso9B1mTwKFqy0htOluww2qrzhHQgX945QBjHpnnQ1-B-jdIxsYke7PEKRMefHoekXmMcNruQR3Q/s2048/IMG_0367.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbQEhj2dRO7mAVtGapYNZHYvSx37fxJw1h8he6f5H1oERmy0NDCJJij56N4Nso9B1mTwKFqy0htOluww2qrzhHQgX945QBjHpnnQ1-B-jdIxsYke7PEKRMefHoekXmMcNruQR3Q/s320/IMG_0367.jpeg" /></a></div>I also finished another sweater for Delaney. It's gratifying that she likes to wear my sweaters so much. As cute as this is, the twisted rib took forever and I wouldn't knit it a second time.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPuGIWE6bJx4Nl1a6VKkGkfl64bAGvVRA1PniQqWek0Gscz4OvU-K_mxHyaku5BjNtAZULTF2S_DJvMRJbPxBp2h8OtbEHapSJQkRsJd3vgHyh7ZEa9JYR8VAJ91k81zjwUpLEg/s1600/7da5d4e0-9396-4839-8f51-a261eae3482c.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPuGIWE6bJx4Nl1a6VKkGkfl64bAGvVRA1PniQqWek0Gscz4OvU-K_mxHyaku5BjNtAZULTF2S_DJvMRJbPxBp2h8OtbEHapSJQkRsJd3vgHyh7ZEa9JYR8VAJ91k81zjwUpLEg/s320/7da5d4e0-9396-4839-8f51-a261eae3482c.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>I am part of a group of knitters that call themselves The Knitterbugs. One of our group was diagnosed with inoperable brain cancer about two months ago so we put on our thinking caps and decided to knit an afghan for her; each of us would knit a 12" square block. Her favorite color is blue so that was the only unifying factor. Because Covid restrictions are still in place we met in a park to arrange the blocks and stitch them together. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFbbtIGWKsRJfcERaogo0xTApXKSnkkoensxRtN4UhxWrWlKCEbtQ0kSXF9WpRgWyegYVi7KP9SKAUoAQHIFKoaByqbO9ZR9Db1lxNtNlOasm4vaPjH1_sUnKlnyLqg2a_NSZG4g/s2048/4681145c-55a1-4cfc-bed8-b60fcdc7ea8d.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="975" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFbbtIGWKsRJfcERaogo0xTApXKSnkkoensxRtN4UhxWrWlKCEbtQ0kSXF9WpRgWyegYVi7KP9SKAUoAQHIFKoaByqbO9ZR9Db1lxNtNlOasm4vaPjH1_sUnKlnyLqg2a_NSZG4g/s320/4681145c-55a1-4cfc-bed8-b60fcdc7ea8d.jpeg" /></a></div>Adele ended up taking it home to crochet twice around the completed afghan to give it a finished look. We gave it to her on Mothers Day.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3AWTBaqiBH1AvMflAuHYPf8M1vK8jZe7OVO02G1x6acMtcWTadkBQTB0flUBet_v4PqXHQAxzG1AW0wVWDp69u4gVKYQqXmND5fYLxAhYDaw-BhPD9HdfAl-LB4cnjoGPrbu1w/s2048/IMG_0426.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3AWTBaqiBH1AvMflAuHYPf8M1vK8jZe7OVO02G1x6acMtcWTadkBQTB0flUBet_v4PqXHQAxzG1AW0wVWDp69u4gVKYQqXmND5fYLxAhYDaw-BhPD9HdfAl-LB4cnjoGPrbu1w/s320/IMG_0426.jpeg" /></a></div>I've done very little weaving this past month, only completing this scarf. I wanted to use a pattern that had a wif file and found this one on www.handweaving.net. The files are part of your subscription. My next goal is how to make my own wif files.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMugG2P-mt5HhpWJ5r3X838ZTiIojnNyOY9wKZZ-hZgwmTcsPbawwrpiyShCmTINAxOp4CmKAiPfLwoF-3zBNvu9NUuedq1JovBitO4_9eFEJ-Ov5tWd4mWnOh3j2d9a9vZuq8Xg/s2048/IMG_0467.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMugG2P-mt5HhpWJ5r3X838ZTiIojnNyOY9wKZZ-hZgwmTcsPbawwrpiyShCmTINAxOp4CmKAiPfLwoF-3zBNvu9NUuedq1JovBitO4_9eFEJ-Ov5tWd4mWnOh3j2d9a9vZuq8Xg/s320/IMG_0467.jpeg" /></a></div>I'm weaving it a second time but I think I'm ready to return to block weaves after this. I have mountains of 8/2 Tencel and after Linda Hartshorn quipped that scarves make great samples, I'm having no problem weaving them, along with a sample of 2-3 weft colors.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTha3or1Jeri_mCYbYlh79qszlcJslPKaGCJU_WUbiAoaFeP2-udokEnvr-VxtQXtqRGzUeHqj8TCHnSvLawWa1n_CpUY-e1s7ZdKk7MHH3epiHNNWWtssgK0nQSJEzndj4j6P8Q/s2048/IMG_0440.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTha3or1Jeri_mCYbYlh79qszlcJslPKaGCJU_WUbiAoaFeP2-udokEnvr-VxtQXtqRGzUeHqj8TCHnSvLawWa1n_CpUY-e1s7ZdKk7MHH3epiHNNWWtssgK0nQSJEzndj4j6P8Q/s320/IMG_0440.jpeg" /></a></div>There's a shop downtown that sells used kids' stuff and that's where I bought this Bob stroller for $100 which anyone who is familiar with these will tell you s a steal. Delaney loves it. I'm working on getting her to wear her sunglasses properly to protect her light blue eyes. She still hates hats.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zhEW79I-TkHudLtsRAJDRAhNFpJ_m32ffeeIIDs_NcptH8zO7MMSEm97b0P0yTSrAxU_um9WS7NDxSM0mgBTt4tFanxgRY7Fy5pBWvU0rpoM3rmfhgAt-xFTlY8S_cvZMOA-3g/s2048/IMG_0473.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zhEW79I-TkHudLtsRAJDRAhNFpJ_m32ffeeIIDs_NcptH8zO7MMSEm97b0P0yTSrAxU_um9WS7NDxSM0mgBTt4tFanxgRY7Fy5pBWvU0rpoM3rmfhgAt-xFTlY8S_cvZMOA-3g/s320/IMG_0473.jpeg" /></a></div>The yard is beginning to wake up and the hostas are just now poking their noses up through the soil. Our growing season is about 3-4 months long and it's a lot of work for such a short time but I always enjoy it. As my friend Kathi said - this is fun, right? I said, yes it's fun in May, not fun on August. I suspect weaving will slow down even more.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbJqlp3EXamqerfHrfG2gBiWxXKUQD2wS0ZxIVR8aPUqqnE1wcnqgX2m34Bb5ip4DveiHeTBJlHwPCFEpddoSahuzQlqgSRtDgVdvWTwKwkdqjkTVbfttGxR7I_MIerrxSh2hpQ/s2048/IMG_0460.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbJqlp3EXamqerfHrfG2gBiWxXKUQD2wS0ZxIVR8aPUqqnE1wcnqgX2m34Bb5ip4DveiHeTBJlHwPCFEpddoSahuzQlqgSRtDgVdvWTwKwkdqjkTVbfttGxR7I_MIerrxSh2hpQ/s320/IMG_0460.jpeg" /></a></div>And our little garden helper loves being outside. This activity is moving dirt from one spot to another.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLbWQRTNmnDxGJQY4z0thFb19KAojUXDGybMVlVVSi-PY_4TzZ9NuRnTEnyh7yuwHmWBvqkWM3jdP8AtlJD41ixp7C7K9UPCQvVZZxrSFhvv_PH2Q2_jG5-bCh9L2VUS-Jipe5A/s2048/IMG_0643.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1583" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLbWQRTNmnDxGJQY4z0thFb19KAojUXDGybMVlVVSi-PY_4TzZ9NuRnTEnyh7yuwHmWBvqkWM3jdP8AtlJD41ixp7C7K9UPCQvVZZxrSFhvv_PH2Q2_jG5-bCh9L2VUS-Jipe5A/s320/IMG_0643.jpeg" /></a></div>One of the weavers in our guild writes a column for our local newspaper. This one tickled my funny bone.<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><br /> </p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30398829.post-5409192672713527882021-04-22T20:58:00.000-07:002021-04-22T20:58:11.980-07:00Like riding a bicycle<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDDU6hMtmvSRLWQqxiegaNdGUJvVCHG-oSy_6lIiBe4iSrZQMIAtxmCXl9-7USW7GkiF6lxNqSOkg3ydxJUZHThl0YAI_jPr1gEztaawL8zuKcSOR7qMH69EiAdNCmuCNryhyphenhypheniA/s2048/IMG_0214.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDDU6hMtmvSRLWQqxiegaNdGUJvVCHG-oSy_6lIiBe4iSrZQMIAtxmCXl9-7USW7GkiF6lxNqSOkg3ydxJUZHThl0YAI_jPr1gEztaawL8zuKcSOR7qMH69EiAdNCmuCNryhyphenhypheniA/s320/IMG_0214.jpeg" /></a></div><br /> Monday I drove up to Sisters which is about a half hour north of Bend and met up with three other guild members in front of the public library. From there we caravanned to Pine Meadow Ranch Center for Arts and Agriculture, which is a 260 acre working ranch. Ana Varas, the arts projects coordinator of the Roundhouse Foundation gave us a tour with an eye on potential workshop locations. We were recently a recipient of a grant from the foundation to promote the fiber arts. The foundation takes its name from his round barn that was built to train and exercise horses.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguwMkdR94bRT-wV9RLHHRksm-PbSchUyYayXFgJejnrEScpcGOV_8d-OBEqMZMm8KsPWgCHmvcpLAB6UGOkMpbtK6hbFOR7HUz4hewmQw2-500G6KFlOnld5DrH-kQ_b-sBwL1GQ/s2048/IMG_0215.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguwMkdR94bRT-wV9RLHHRksm-PbSchUyYayXFgJejnrEScpcGOV_8d-OBEqMZMm8KsPWgCHmvcpLAB6UGOkMpbtK6hbFOR7HUz4hewmQw2-500G6KFlOnld5DrH-kQ_b-sBwL1GQ/s320/IMG_0215.jpeg" /></a></div>Ana said that when they began restoration there was no central supporting pole and the structure was on the verge of collapse. Because it's a working ranch, Oregon law limits groups inside this building to no more than ten.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2nc_8Q9MnUaaELP2kYgu9yaOlGM_35qDpaBfQEmIOYPtoHvxE5O7kh9R1veQT3RgIFA5Sk4Zwdciv6_mc7cLPEb0E4xR8UdsrucD3GGCe5zVyAuHgUJMrz23TfeDeHSyvdytzuA/s2048/IMG_0224.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2nc_8Q9MnUaaELP2kYgu9yaOlGM_35qDpaBfQEmIOYPtoHvxE5O7kh9R1veQT3RgIFA5Sk4Zwdciv6_mc7cLPEb0E4xR8UdsrucD3GGCe5zVyAuHgUJMrz23TfeDeHSyvdytzuA/s320/IMG_0224.jpeg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The property is sprawling but interspersed are buildings in use for an artist-in-residence program. Because of Covid-19 restrictions there are only two artists now, both potters, but they anticipate returning to their potential of eight after the pandemic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcF9HAWZTEKZwumtFCWO9tjDSSudNMFkxIcsjYfI41CVlU4EnyprxftNjYk90-60DlY52k2TqSmUs0ZpOlO_nlceunkm0uP_88xoJ-eD1uqZYSYazwSywwiMs8yHnB-HvnsPS0A/s2048/IMG_0220.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcF9HAWZTEKZwumtFCWO9tjDSSudNMFkxIcsjYfI41CVlU4EnyprxftNjYk90-60DlY52k2TqSmUs0ZpOlO_nlceunkm0uP_88xoJ-eD1uqZYSYazwSywwiMs8yHnB-HvnsPS0A/s320/IMG_0220.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is one of the locations we looked at for a painted-warp workshop, but because of the lack of hot water for dissolving the eye powders, we determined it would be more appropriate for a spinning workshop. it will be shaded by the canopy of cottonwoods this summer and ideal.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqygqKfloeJDDqzDjcFtYchsyyINJKNpi4Ur7eOUjI9BD8ySMYoWxZv_Mx6xEUFRMpRdMlLZZuZGaUZLa4W83TDF6xfZD7QNP4mfKf6cApRQA_kknRr-iTJoFg0fZo44N3OsXwWg/s2048/IMG_0223.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqygqKfloeJDDqzDjcFtYchsyyINJKNpi4Ur7eOUjI9BD8ySMYoWxZv_Mx6xEUFRMpRdMlLZZuZGaUZLa4W83TDF6xfZD7QNP4mfKf6cApRQA_kknRr-iTJoFg0fZo44N3OsXwWg/s320/IMG_0223.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Whychus Creek runs through the property and will be the perfect environment for a spinning circle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8WuL00PaUXzQ666e21PDRx9FyMaB0U35BzZysWkqMCfoYCuMXEbQUtjuSXi710q6NSRKoVXvLHm7cN70aYbK1oa-pvCtDDMTJ2vwfIeJHViLCtDIWa69Gsj3bVar98GEmlnC7w/s2048/IMG_0232.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8WuL00PaUXzQ666e21PDRx9FyMaB0U35BzZysWkqMCfoYCuMXEbQUtjuSXi710q6NSRKoVXvLHm7cN70aYbK1oa-pvCtDDMTJ2vwfIeJHViLCtDIWa69Gsj3bVar98GEmlnC7w/s320/IMG_0232.jpeg" /></a></div>Ana really wanted us to take home a bag of fleece. They're incorporating sheep into the ranch and she said they'd really like to see some of the wool spun and even better, woven. So the three spinners among us obliged. They have three Lincoln sheep and when we saw them bedded in straw, I cringed to think what was in the bag that I had accepted. They're adding another 13 sheep to the flock soon which will also have to be shorn. More wool!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR2spd0cfWwfvwHKpvKy8ZocxJSC-KO_nW6PBZHm_uq1UPu9RfZ1kY9IJpVpPiavMIT3FriR7khztiAgNbH3st-1Egmag9YFzVgzi9R-4gzv7XBRrkJzPfk_C3jXhONA15Rv8WrQ/s2048/IMG_0236.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR2spd0cfWwfvwHKpvKy8ZocxJSC-KO_nW6PBZHm_uq1UPu9RfZ1kY9IJpVpPiavMIT3FriR7khztiAgNbH3st-1Egmag9YFzVgzi9R-4gzv7XBRrkJzPfk_C3jXhONA15Rv8WrQ/s320/IMG_0236.jpeg" /></a></div>I don't have a top loading washer any longer so have to wash clumps at a time in the sink. I did a cursory skirting and am taking off more as I go. It's one of the dirtiest fleeces I've ever washed, but it has almost none of the dreaded vegetative matter. Glory be!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XL40LdqmHr-is9ZNVa6c4Vxy5_C1eXsCcL0jzGbKsCeMpr3I6Mv4It38SxwvCR3hdmDO8b3K1OchyvrfGomk3eFSZQW9lq3UPrZ8vp-EtJVg800G8JVfXd0a0c6yR6Lp1_J9Nw/s2048/IMG_0235.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XL40LdqmHr-is9ZNVa6c4Vxy5_C1eXsCcL0jzGbKsCeMpr3I6Mv4It38SxwvCR3hdmDO8b3K1OchyvrfGomk3eFSZQW9lq3UPrZ8vp-EtJVg800G8JVfXd0a0c6yR6Lp1_J9Nw/s320/IMG_0235.jpeg" /></a></div>I'm flicking the locks and then spinning them which seems the easiest way to spin luster long wool, plus I'd like to preserve the variegations in the locks. Boy is it hairy. I can't imagine trying to weave this but I'll cross that bridge when I have a fulled two-ply yarn. That might, just maybe get dyed with onion skins. I've been away from spinning for a surprisingly long time and surprisingly my muscle memory can still make yarn.<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06432035940956042729noreply@blogger.com1