Getting Older

By , 6 February, 2013, No Comment

Being just weeks away from my 54th birthday, my mind has been wandering over to the “OMG! I’m not young any more!” aisle of consciousness.  My husband reminds me that age is just a number and we’re only as old as we feel, but really…when I get up in the morning I feel more like 84 than 54.  My own fault, to be sure, but still.  So, what am I doing about it?  I’m giving eating better a half assed effort, and I’ve made it to the gym once a week for three weeks.  No need to rush these things.  I’m also climbing the stairs more.  My right knee feels that this is perhaps a poorly thought out maneuver, though.

One other thing I’ve been doing is making a list of all the “getting older” books I have.  I have several.  The one I’m starting to read now was given to my by my husband.  “Getting Over Getting Older,” by Letty Cotten Pogrebin (one of the co-founders of Ms Magazine) wrote this 17 years ago, so we’ll find out how relevant it is in 2013.  I’m hoping for some serious enlightenment and reassurance.

December again. Already.

By , 3 December, 2012, No Comment

Another year is almost done.  It just doesn’t seem possible, but time is going more quickly than ever.  I’ve spent way more time working this year and not nearly enough time at home.  Micah is about to turn 18, and I feel like I’ve missed most of those years.  I’m newly jealous over Jeff’s being home with him for those 12 years.  I feel like they have a bond that I’ll never have.  All that aside, though, and Micah has grown into an amazing young man.  I feel good that he’s had his own parents with him for his entire life, which is more than I could do for any of the others.  I hope we’ve given him a good base upon which to build the rest of his life.  Even if he is a little hesitant to start the rest of his life.  I’m probably being selfish, but I don’t have any problem seeing him there, in the kitchen, gaming, every night when I come home.  I know he won’t be there much longer, and that makes me treasure it all even more.

There’s big changes coming to our house this spring, though.  A new baby – we think its a girl – from our daughter formerly living in California.  She’s home with us for awhile.  Baby Shower invites will be forthcoming!  Just in case you want to know, she’s registered at Baby Depot, and will also be registered at Target in the near future.  Her baby registry at Baby Depot is here.  Here’s the first baby picture!

Her debut will be some time around April 1, 2013.  Micah’s favorite day of the year!  This is the 4D ultrasound.  Amazing!  But I’m hoping her head is a little less bumpy when she’s done baking… :)

Surprisingly, not much knitting for her, yet.  I’m trying to finish the items already on the needles, and one of them is done.  Jeff’s replacement sweater is finished and, although he hasn’t worn it yet, it’s very nice.  No pictures, because I procrastinate with the best of them, but soon.  Also on the needles is a Wingspan for me, in a lovely teal color, Monkey socks (also for me) in Lorna’s Laces in a wonderful harvest gold hand painted, and a pair of plane socks for someone as yet to be designated.  Photos of all to come.

In honor of December, even though there’s no snow here at this time, I’m putting snow on the blog.  Just for you.  No coat necessary. :)

 

Didn’t even place…

By , 16 August, 2012, 1 Comment

No gold for me.  Or silver.  Or bronze.  Or paper even.  I never even got my project cast on.  :(

It’s just been crazy!  Life can get like that, as all of you know.  Let’s leave it at that.

On the up side, I got some gorgeous new yarn at River Knits this week.  What I went in for was this:

 

But alas, it was a little pricey.  Maybe next payday.  Instead, I got some beautiful and soft turquoise yarn called Poems, by Wisdom Yarns.

It will be a scarf that will look lovely with my bright pink coat.  Pattern picking will commence tonight.

 

Olympic Glory

By , 24 July, 2012, 1 Comment

It’s that time again.  The time when the contestants have trained, and prepared, and psyched themselves up for a new go at the gold.  A time when hopes are high and expectations soar.  A time when all things are possible, and failure is not an option.  Yes, it’s time for The Ravellenic Games.

Formerly known as the Ravelypmics, but renamed due to some hypersensitivity on the part of the Olympics committee.  They defended their actions thusly:

“We believe using the name ‘Ravelympics’ for a competition that involves an afghan marathon, scarf hockey and sweater triathlon, among others, tends to denigrate the true nature of the Olympic Games,” the USOC wrote in the letter. “It is disrespectful to our country’s finest athletes and fails to recognize or appreciate their hard work.”

Yep.  Knitting is downright un-American, according to the USOC.  We (the knitters of Ravelry) devalue the work of the real athletes by challenging ourselves during the Olympic games.  Our knitting threatens to undermine the very motivation and dedication of all Olympic athletes everywhere – some of whom may be (gasp!) knitters themselves!

Nevertheless, we’re not going to be discouraged from our goal.  The Ravelry version of a highly competitive, arguably athletic, and worldwide competition formerly known as the Ravelympics, will now be called the Ravellenic (Hellenic…get it?) Games.  The competitors have committed to their projects, an official – but by no means obligatory – project has been chosen, and the materials are waiting.  All is ready (expect my Oliver Camelot Mead) for the opening ceremonies on July 27th.

That’s called the Rumpus Shawl by Amy King. It’s a customizable pattern that can be knit in any yarn at any gauge.  I haven’t picked my fiber, yet, but I will tomorrow.  I’ve been in training, hoping to avoid another knitting-related sports injury.  My shoulders feel good.  My elbows are great.  My lamp has a 100W bulb.  My chair has been strategically placed so that I can reach my wine glass and the remote with relative ease, minimizing potential knitting downtime.  Maybe I should use a straw for my wine, and pay the Teenager to use the remote so as to eliminate unnecessary needle slippage.

The game’s afoot, as they say.  To the victor the spoils.  Etcetera.

 

 

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