Sunday, October 30, 2011

Fuck Cancer

My step-brother has been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. He will be medi-vaced for brain surgery to either Edmonton or Calgary tonight for emergency surgery. I expect he'll be dead before too much longer. We don't really know anything at this point.

Seven years ago, he had a stroke brought about by overuse of an inhaler. He used the inhaler too much because he is asthmatic and a heavy smoker. Since that time he has been in a bad way, unable to work, and recently he has degraded into not being able to care for himself.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

School update

I like my history class, even though it's not what I expected. English - bleah. Same old stuff I took in high school. The math is kicking my ass.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

The first Knit-From-Stash

Yesterday I knit a footlet. I did my math homework first, though.

The pattern is "Toe Warmers - Footlets" from here. It took very little yarn, about 3/4 of an ounce of fingering weight Patons Kroy Jacquards. It was leftover from socks I had made for my bonus mother-in-law, Janie. I used a US size 1/2.5 mm needle, which is my go-to for socks.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Knitting from Stash

My friend Knits In Public has embarked on a year-long yarn diet, and I've decided to join her. It might be crazy, but I'm in. Today she posted her very first podcast, which is very exciting and I loved to watch her. She showed what's on her needles, what she'd just bought in her last hurrah, and about her rules a little bit.

I'll be amending her rules. I'll buy if I feel like it at Maryland Sheep and Wool, and at Homespun Yarn Party. I will also not fuss if I need to buy specific yarn to make a gift for someone.

Hooray Theresa! I guess I should figure out what day this all began.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Rhinebeck Weekend 2011

Jess and I left around 9:30 on Friday night to drive to her grandma's in Walden, NY. It's a beautiful old home on the hill overlooking Orange Lake. We arrived at 1:30 and I immediately fell into bed.

Saturday morning we were up and out and at the fairgrounds by 11. We shopped and met up with people who we see once or twice a year; played Rhinebeck Bingo (we were both squares but I didn't play my card, she did); ate delicious fair food and soaked up the atmosphere. Saturday night we met up with a big group at a brewpub in Kingston. I say 'met up' but really we took over the place.

Sunday was more of the same. We both added to the Rhinebeck 2011 scarves; me on the knitted one, Jess on the crocheted. We left the fairgrounds around 3:00 and got home at 9.

Purchases were a Golding ring spindle, a Gnomespun spindle, tons of fiber, a sweater worth of bulky-weight in a sort of Loden green, apples, maple cotton candy, fresh pears, and jalapeno cheese bread.

Now, it's back to life. I have to organize and take pictures of my stash, as the knit-from-stash challenge has already begun. I won't buy yarn for myself (aside from gifts) until Homespun Yarn Party in March.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Change is a good thing.

Hi. I always forget that I have this blog. For years, I was a Live Journaller, and I made a lot of friends through that and as such would remember to update. Having a blog is something completely different than the very social way LJ works. I'll try to remember.

This coming weekend is Rhinebeck! Jess and I will drive up Friday evening, stay with her grandmother in Walden in a fabulous Arts and Crafts era house on the lake. Beautiful, beautiful old home, with wood panelling on the walls and ceiling, gorgeous craftsmanship all through the house. It's about an hour from Rhinebeck, which is a little inconvenient but I don't mind. She's a lovely woman, Grandma, and the setting is stunning. Coming from the Prairies as I do, the violently coloured leaves in the fall here are really something astounding to me. I hope I never get used to just how beautiful Autumn in the Northeast really is.

We'll drive back Sunday, likely not getting home until very late. I'll take Monday to rest and catch up on laundry and housekeeping.

Wednesday, school starts for me. Forty years old, and I'm about to start college! It's frightening and exciting and anxiety-inducing and fantastic and dreadful all at once. I'm hoping to ultimately go to Pharmacy school, but we will see how things go. I'm taking the first two years at the community college, and then I'll seek transfer to Towson University or University of Maryland. The only Pharmacy school in the state is at UMD, so it might be best to go there to complete my undergrad degree, but again we'll see what happens in the first little while.

I am taking US History, English 101, and a remedial math class. Apparently, when you don't do Algebra and Geometry for 23 years, you forget a few things. I tested 100% on my English placements, but the math, uh... well. So yay, I get to pay for 6 credit hours of math which don't give credits. BOO.

I'll have less time to knit. Which is ok, since I sort of think I have enough yarn and really shouldn't buy more. A friend of mine is thinking of doing a knit-from-stash year, and I might just join her. I'll have to think it over a little more, giving myself some rules. I think a self-imposed sock club might be a good idea as well. Everyone likes handknit socks, you know. They're like hugs for your feet.

I've been spinning as well. I sold my Fricke in January or February, and bought a Lendrum DT. I love this thing like nothing else, and I got a sweetheart of a deal on it. I've spun more this year than any year since learning how to spin. I got a little carried away with the Tour de Fleece* and injured myself, so there hasn't been any spinning since July. The knee is on the mend (bursitis requires rest, which I haven't had a lot of) and I'm hoping to be able to spin double-treadle again soon.

That's what's new with me, and what's coming up in the near future. I hope to update more, but who are we kidding. I might remember sometime next year.

*Tour de Fleece: Basically, just spinning each day during the Tour de France. Resting on the cyclists' rest days. I spun three miles of yarn. That's a lot.