Results are what you expect; consequences are what you get.

~ Anonymous

Sometimes things don't necessarily go as planned. Knee replacement surgery in September was supposed to go quick and easy and I was supposed to be back at work quickly. MS proved to be a bit of a problem and then no one even bothered to tell me that my hip could act up, called Trochanter Bursitis. Oops, then MS kicked in again and last week I fell. Darn. I am getting a little knitting done, but no pictures as of yet. Work is wanting to know if I am retiring. No. Not if I can help it. No. You know what they say about denial.   

 

However, my range of motion has everyone excited, better than what they usually see.  So...here I sit.  Exercising.  Healing.  Sleeping.  And sometimes knitting.  But mostly sleeping.   I am going to kick ass.  I know it, because my knee will reach that high.  If I ever heal.

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Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have for lunch. Liberty is a well-armed lamb contesting the vote!

BENJAMIN FRANKLIN

Our choices are not always what we would find to be easy.  Mom wants everyone to write in Lee Greenwood for President!!! Do it!! And update the National Anthem to God Bless the USA!!! Gotta love my Mom!!!

This message has been approved by my Dad.  And my Mom.  And Polly.  But the cat can't make up her damned mind (according to my Dad).

“SABLE- A common knitting acronym that stands for Stash Acquisition Beyond Life Expectancy.”

― Stephanie Pearl-McPhee

My dear Bruce gave me some wonderful yarn for Christmas.  Since it was his gift to me, the finish product would also be for me.  I labored over patterns and scrolled through Ravelry, looking for just the most perfect thing....for me.  And I realized, it was meant to be the Brandywine shawl I have made for others.  Now I have my own!  (Did I mention it will be triple digits outside here today?)  I love the colors in this yarn.  He did tremendous!!!  As I have said many times, he is a keeper.

Catching up and showing you some things I have finished since last we spoke.  Just a few of them.  Socks for my friend Marge.  She is one of those people you love to knit for, one who gets excited.

The smile on my physical therapist's face definitely made me feel like I had done right. I was thrilled she liked her socks. She is the reason I still walk, even if it is with the aid of a walker. She is so very important in my life.

I am trying to be better, I have missed having a log of my life, my online diary. I like that I can go backwards and see things I have made, things I have done. I want this for my family, too. I am trying to be better.

God bless. Thanks for stopping by.

Spiderman, Spiderman.....

How sad is it that I consider this the funniest thing I have seen recently?  I have a warped sense of humor..... and just had to share.

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Life is Good

       Life is like a game of cards. The hand that is dealt you represents determinism;
                                           the way you play it is free will.

                                                   Jawaharal Nehru

I am just sitting waiting for my refrigerated medication to arrive UPS.  With plenty of spare time for a change, I decided to come show you my garden.  It is no secret I have MS.  I cannot have an in ground garden any more, but my hands itch to be in the dirt in the spring.  Two of my sage plants.  I love the smell and taste.  They turn out to be beautiful deck companions with shells and glass stones and marbles as mulch.

My second planting of "Bright Lights" Swiss Chard in an old galvanized bucket, a garage sale find last year.  It was old and beat up, a small hole in the bottom and only $1.  There is a short curled wire in the center that needs a hanging bobble.  Maybe I should go through my things to see if I have a single earring that could be attached.  I am thinking beads and a prizm

One of the corners of the deck.  I love herbs, I bet you couldn't tell.  I have had two large batches of basil harvested already, it looks like I can again tomorrow morning.  I have a back room at work that is cool and dry, the basil dries green there.  After this harvest, it will be time for pesto and butters.  The lavender in the tall bucket was a recent addition, and it is getting ready to reward me with blooms.

And now for one of my great loves. Rosemary, new this year. I lost two of my plants this winter.  They were my large mother plants.  My topiaries, all four, made it through, they are just beautiful, this is their second summer and I am hoping they round out and become more full this year.

My Granddaughter is my most valuable helper.  She is 7, and already she is very adept at watering.  She is always excited to get out there and work.  Think she will take after me?

Knitting next time.  My MS has taken many things from me, but I am always looking for ways around.  I can no longer hand quilt, due to m tremors, but I can and do knit.  It is wonderful physical therapy to keep my hands working.  I cannot garden large anymore, but with help, I can do it small.  With God's help, I will continue to be able to work.  Working is one of the reasons I have let the blog lapse.  I realize that is a shame.  The blog is a great journal for what I was able to do last year and it gives me ideas when I scroll back into my past. 

Thanks for stopping by and sharing my morning.

Another Sunday Moment

Happy Mother's Day, Mom!!!

 

You're not going to find a man whose socks don't get dirty or who doesn't snore.

Helen Reddy

And I am okay with that, at least sometimes they are the socks I made, and I do love him.  That makes everything right in the world.

I have found a new, talented woman who does amazing things.  Part of this is about her, part is about my him.  My us.  First though, her.  Her company name is Needleclicks, etc on Etsy.  She made the bag, which is just the right size for my sock projects.  My little wooden box fits right in the bottom, the box with all my knitting stuff like my stitch markers and my measuring tape and my little scissors and my needles and my....well, you get the picture.  Anyway, it fits right in the bottom and there is still just the room I need for all the yarn I will need to make socks, and the sock in progress, of course.  The truly great part?  She must have snuck in one night and measured the basket on my walker...it fits there like it was made for it.  Perfect.

And this is her yarn.  She found a sweater, took the time to take it apart, rescuing it for another life.  After she did all that work, she hand dyed it into this incredible colorway.  Amethyst and peridot.  That becomes important in a moment.  The yarn came to me in worsted weight.  The plies were begging me to be separated so that is what I did.  I took it from what looked like four ply to two.  I now have enough for a pair of socks and a pair of mitts.  In Amethyst and peridot.  More about that in a moment.

How cool is this sock so far?  I am so excited about this sock.  I spoke to Bruce and told him this pair is for me.  Did you guess?  The moment is here....  His birth stone is amethyst and mine is peridot.  They just bled one into the other in to something really special....from a man that snores sometimes (sorry Bruce) into a woman who isn't anywhere near perfect who knits socks.  Isn't it a happy Sunday?

Spring

I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden.

~Ruth Stout

The view from my office at work. The white you are seeing is not...is not snow! The wind came up so high and the flowers still managed to hang on. My rosemary topiaries have made it through the winter, but all the plants seem to like this window. The orchid just finished blooming, it bloomed for a year straight.I knit (knitted?) this Haruni for a good friend. She was kind enough to model it for me. The smile on her face was worth all.

I'mmmmm Baaaccckkkkk.