Never Enough Yarn

It Has Been Awhile

2010-10-20T06:43:00.000-07:00

It has been too long since I wrote a blog entry. Wow. Life has just been so busy and so hard.

I have been so incredibly sick this year. My autoimmune disease has caused me to have chronic pain, and has caused me to have a multitude of medical problems. Just the treatments for my disease have caused serious illness. I have been to more doctors/specialists than I care to count. I am sick of being sick. My medical bills have been staggering. It has been hard to keep up with life.

What bothers me the most is that people just don't understand why you cannot do what you did before. They get tired of hearing my medical drama. Sorry folks, I cannot help it. I am just trying to hang on, to tough it out, and to do as much as I can for myself and for my family. If it bothers you that I cannot be there for you as much as I once was, well then, I am sorry. I am doing my best. It is all I can do some days to climb the stairs to get to bed. I am exhausted. I do not have time to go out much, to be on the phone much, or to keep up with what my friends are doing. I am just trying to get through my days. Keeping up with errands and the lives of my sons is hard enough. More is just too much. I do not have the money right now to send gifts to friends. They don't like that? Well, again...sorry. I have been more than generous with you in the past. The fact that I cannot do it now is no reflection on the depth of my friendship.

A Great Day

2010-04-17T18:31:00.000-07:00

Today was a wonderful day. I woke up early, and after son John went to work, son Dan and I had breakfast at the Towson Diner. That is something we never get to do, because Dan is not an early riser. The reason he had no trouble getting up today was the fact that we were going to the Sugarloaf Craft Festival together. We have done that together every year, twice a year, since he was just a little guy. We both enjoy just taking in the gorgeous art. We are always amazed by what we see, by the fact that human hands can create such beauty.

After 2 and a half hours there, I came home to a humongous package from Jana, Puggerhugger on Ravelry. She sent me the most amazing goodies. I love it all. I cannot believe that she did all of that for me. I am so blessed by her friendship.

You know, it is funny. I love to give gifts. I always have. I guess, according to Gary Chapman's amazing book, The 5 Love Languages, I show love by giving gifts to those around me. I am not usually the one who receives gifts. So,when several of my friends gave me birthday gifts this year, I was just floored. Their friendship is gift enough. The fact that they went above and beyond that has moved me to tears, especially when I imagine the sacrifices that several of them made to give me things. I hope they all know that even though I give gifts, I expect nothing in return. I love them just because they are precious to me.

Then,I did some shopping for my swap partner, _____. That was great fun for me. I got some amazing bargains, and I am having a good time putting this box together. (Sock Monkey still needs another leg, 2 arms, and a tail...)

The day continued to be wonderful when I got to talk to some friends and had a nice dinner at home with John,Dan,and John. I'll knit awhile and then head into bed.

I couldn't have asked for a better day.

A Candle Loses Nothing

2010-03-04T15:30:00.000-08:00

One of my favorite quotes is by Maya Angelou. It says, "A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle." To me that is the essence of teaching.

I am lucky enough to be teaching knitting classes at a local yarn store. I absolutely love it. This is teaching at its best for me.

(I have been out of the classroom for 20 years now. I loved the kids, and the "lightbulb going off" moments, but the paperwork and bad attitudes on the part of many left me cold. It all got in the way. I miss the good stuff. A lot. I don't miss the bad stuff. At all.)

This new opportunity just invigorates me. I couldn't love it more. The students actually want to be there, and they learn so quickly. Best of all, they appreciate their teacher and what they are learning. I love that.

Little do they know that I appreciate them even more. They are giving me gifts that they aren't even aware of. I am so grateful.

Barbies

2010-02-25T09:19:00.000-08:00

I was 3 when I got them-
A gift from my uncle.
The whole set, wow....
Unheard of generosity.
I remember playing with them for hours.

You in the background...
Telling him he shouldn't have
Really, he shouldn't have...
I wasn't worth it.

Later I got others-
After saving my allowance
Fifty cents at a time.
Tutti, Buffy, Suntan Barbie and Ken.
Time alone to play and dream. Blessed quiet.

You took them one day
And bent their legs sideways
Breaking the tiny wires.
"Here's what rickets look like.
You'll get that too if you don't eat right."

And still for some reason I have saved them.
All the dresses, the shoes, the mini toaster and toasts.
The pieces of imagination and creative escape.
Bent legs, messed up hair,
Ears green from sticking straight pins into the lobes.

Why can't I let them go?
There is pain when I see them.
Pain from You-
Ouch. I still feel it....ouch, ouch, ouch.

But there is a little girl with blonde short hair
Who sat on a front porch
Using toothpaste caps for Barbie cups.
Wondering what life could be.

Where is she?
Will she be all right
If I put these in a box
And let the truck take them away tomorrow??

Copyright 2010 Mary Skeen-all rights reserved

Big Kitty

2010-02-17T14:01:00.000-08:00

About 4 years ago on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, I looked outside and saw a big, gorgeous Maine Coon cat had knocked down my trash cans and had pulled out the turkey carcass for his dinner. I went outside to see if he was friendly and if I could help him. He ran from me. I put food and water out and he came back to eat. He was ravenous. Poor guy. We called him Big Kitty because of his size.

I saw him sporadically for the next few weeks, and tried to lure him near so that I could take him to a vet or to a shelter for help. He had obviously been outside for awhile and would not get anywhere near me. I called 7 different cat organizations in Baltimore to see what to do, and to get help for this gorgeous,homeless guy. Because he was on the scraggly side, perhaps with some skin issues, and was not what they deemed as "friendly" or "adoptable", they told me there was nothing they could/would do to help me. I even went so far as to tell them I would keep him, but no...The best offer I got was the lend of a trap to catch him myself. I was told I would need to bait the trap a certain way, and that I would need long leather gloves to handle it once he was caught in the trap. (Um...have you ever heard a feral cat who is screaming in a trap? I have. It is one of the worst sounds imaginable.) I told them about the raccoons and foxes in our neighborhood, and how I did not want to trap one of those instead. Again, no help. Oh, and I was told that Big Kitty could be injured by the door slamming down on the trap. His tail could be amputated by it, or his back or other body parts could be hurt. I was told that all vet expenses would be mine, and if I trapped a wild animal-again my problem. In short...no help.

Because I feared trapping a wild animal in the trap, I chose the path of interacting with him on the rare occasions that I saw him, once getting to actually pet his head. In my dreams I had hoped to one day reach down and just pick him up and take him somewhere for help. No dice. He lashed out at me a couple times, scratching and trying to bite, and that scared me enough not to want to get too close.

To this day, I look out for him. I feed him if I see him and he is hungry. I keep trying to get help for him. I have asked help from 12 different organizations-some of which I have given money to for years; one I have volunteered for. No help. Even more requests to the county and to people who work with ferals--no help. I feel awful for him.

This month two blizzards dumped about 45" of snow on us. I haven't seen Big Kitty for weeks. I wonder where he is and whether he is alive. He has been gone for months at a time before this, and has returned-nearly starving, but alive. I have set up shelter for him in our garage and on our side porch. He has chosen not to use it. This guy has his pride.

I wonder what kind of pig person had him for a kitten and just let him loose to fend for himself? I think I know who it is, but have no evidence, so once again can do nothing. I pray that one day I will be able to help him more than I have been able to. It saddens me that his life has been so hard. He is just a few steps away from help, warmth, and loving arms, but he will not step close enough.

May God bless you, Big Kitty. May God help me to help you. May He open up their hearts and hands to offer service to one of His own who needs it so very badly.

May God Bless You The Rest of the Way

2010-01-14T13:16:00.000-08:00

I was just at the grocery store where I saw the most adorable baby boy. He was all wrapped up in his tiny blue snow suit, with a blue striped knitted hat. He was sound asleep in the cart-not a care in the world. I asked his dad how old he was. He told me that he was just 6 weeks old. I told him that the baby was beautiful, that I could hardly remember when my boys were that small, that now they were 20 and almost 17. I looked at him and said, "It goes by way too fast. Enjoy him." He looked at me and my youngest son and then said the nicest thing to me. He said, "It's been nice talking to you. May God bless you the rest of the way." I almost cried.

11 Days In...

2010-01-11T14:55:00.000-08:00

Well, I am 11 days into the new year, and so far, I have met my new year's resolution goals. I have walked in and out of LYSes and have not bought anything. I have felt and admired, and I have walked away, thinking about all of the yarns that I have at home that are languishing. I have 3 pairs of socks on the needles and will finish those before starting more. Deep breath. One day at a time. The money saved will help to build a nest egg for Dan's college tuition.

The New Year has brought some answers about my health issues, thank goodness. I feel lucky to have such good health care. Hopefully, with a few medicine changes, and a lot of time, things will change for the better. Fingers crossed.

I have begun teaching beginning knitting classes, and I am enjoying it. The students are reminding me why I always loved teaching. There is nothing quite like the feeling of sending someone off with new skills that will enrich and enhance their lives. Another plus...no papers to grade! (Former English teacher remembering the hours of grading every night...)

I hope to continue to look at the positive and avoid the negative, and that includes the negative people in my life. They sap the life right out of me.

Just found out that my man, JT, is playing at Verizon Center in June. Tickets, perhaps?? I'll know in a few days. Hopefully, they will not be sold out in the first 5 minutes like the last time. I haven't seen him live for a few years now, and I definitely miss that. This sounds like a good one...the Troubador Concert with Carole King. Wow, that takes me back.

Here's to feeling better!

Best Gift

2010-01-01T19:51:00.000-08:00

Last night my youngest son and I were looking at my Social Security end of year summary that came in the mail. He laughed at the amount of money I made when I was his age (17)-just a little over $400. Then he studied my salary through the years, my college days when I worked 4+ jobs, and my years as a teacher. Then there were 15+ years where there was no salary. He said, "What's that? Oh, those are the raising kid years..." I jokingly figured out the amount of money I could have made and told him what it might have been, and how it might have helped us along financially. He said, "But Mom, I am who I am because you stayed home with us. I would be a different person if you hadn't.I am so glad you did." Wow. That made it all worth it. The sacrifices, the lean times,the second-hand clothing and furniture, a house in desperate need of repairs....all pale in comparison to his statement. I really love my boys.

Mittens!

2010-01-01T19:34:00.000-08:00

I have discovered that I love to knit mittens! I predict many pairs in my future this coming year. I think my next pair is gonna be Bella's Mittens. Then I want to make a bunch with sock yarn. The designs with the sock yarns will be fun and amazing.

I'd also love to:

-Make more socks!
-Learn more beaded knitting techniques
-Design some more knitting patterns
-Make a pair of gloves
-Make an attempt at lace knitting to see what all the buzz is about
-Learn more of Barbara Walker's stitch patterns by knitting more dishcloths

This year, I am going to make time for my knitting every day. It is a priority. It relaxes and calms me and it helps me to remember what good things can come from my hands.

Happy New Year! All the best in 2010!

New Year's Resolutions~Yeah, Right!?

2009-12-24T06:23:00.000-08:00

I am trying to think of ways to improve my life, and my family's life this coming year. So, I have come up with a few things to try. Here goes. I wonder hw long into the new year I'll make it before I mess one up??

1. Work only from stash unless I do not have the means to complete a specific project that is a gift or a special request.

2. Curse less.

3. Yell less.

4. Spend less money on impulse buys.

5. Save enough money to pay for part of D's college next year.

6. Resist the temptation to get more kitties.

7. Exercise more.

8. Worry less.

9. Clear the clutter from this house.

10. Be more organized.

There you have it. Think I can live up to it? Any of it?? Time will tell. I'll keep you posted.

Happy New Year to all my friends and internet family...xoxo

Overwhelmed

2009-11-03T17:49:00.000-08:00

Too much stuff.

Too much taking people places.

Too many chores to do, and not enough time in the day.

Too many interruptions.

Too much to organize.

Too much to get rid of.

Too much extended family baggage.

Too many home repairs that are out of reach.

Too much backtalk.

Too much weight gained for no reason.

Too much physical pain.

Too much time in cyberspace...Is any of it real??

Too little time to knit!

Too little time to sleep!

Too few friends to help me bear the burden.

Too little money.

Too little love.

= Overwhelmed

= Stuck

Have to Let It Go

2009-10-11T20:51:00.000-07:00

I have to let it go when people do and say things that I do not understand.

For example:

when friends don't call again after 40 years of friendship, for reasons unknown

when other friends call like crazy for months on end, wanting to know every detail of your life, and then they stop, for no apparent reason

when people make comments about my physical self that aren't very flattering. What makes them think that is ok???

when people are not happy for my accomplishments and the accomplishments of my children

when people keep asking for more when I have just given, and am giving all I can at the moment.

when small shop owners think it is ok to chastize me for what they think is my overspending. I know how much I can afford to spend. How would you know anyhow??

when people assume that because I am overweight that I overeat and am a lazy person. Get to know me and my medical problems before you judge me.

I cannot control the thoughts and actions of others.
I can only control my own.
I am working at not having my feelings hurt all the time by other people.
My reactions to them have got to change.
I have to let it all roll off my back and not. react. anymore.

Come and visit me at my craft shows!

2009-10-09T17:09:00.000-07:00

It is time for this year's craft shows. I have the following shows scheduled. Stop by and say "hi!"

Saturday, October 17, 2009
Redeemer Parish Day School Fall Fair
5603 North Charles Street
Baltimore, MD 21210
10:30 am-1:30 pm

Saturday, November 7, 2009
Harford Day School Arts Festival
715 Moores Mill Road
Bel Air, MD 21014
9 am-5 pm

Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friends School Holly Fest
5114 North Charles Street
Baltimore, MD 21210
10 am-4 pm

Saturday, December 5, 2009
Roland Park Country School
5204 Roland Avenue
Baltimore, MD 21210
11 am-4 pm

Today is the Day for Cashmere

2009-09-11T05:06:00.000-07:00

Upstairs in my stash, I have 4 balls of cashmere, two are matching beautiful taupes and browns, one is a pink and one is blue. I have been waiting to use them, wondering what they will become. Today is the day I am going to find out. One ball will become a set of fingerless gloves. Two others will be a scarf that I will try to sell at my craft shows. The other?? Not sure yet. What I do know is that my hands need to be spoiled...for hours.... Off to begin. I am relaxing already.

Perspective on life after 3 gin and seltzer drinks

2009-09-05T18:57:00.000-07:00

Ahh. It has been a very stressful day/week, and I have ended it with 3 gin and seltzer drinks. Life seems a little less scary after 3 gin and seltzer drinks. It seems more relaxing, more hopeful somehow. I am not supposed to drink 3 gin and seltzer drinks--not even one. Too bad. Sometimes, you just gotta.

I am almost able to forget that today it is 14 years since my father died. My brother and mother visit his gravesite. Not me. It does not comfort me. It agitates me. It makes me incredibly sad. All I keep thinking about are his hands--how they created all kinds of beauty--art--how he hugged and held his grandchildren with them. Now they are just bones. No, not comforting. at. all. I miss him every single day. Not just on the death day. Every single day is hard. Not just the death day. Why do people put such emphasis on that one day?? I just don't get it. I wish he could see John and Dan. I wish he could hear Dan sing. I wish he were here to be a buffer between me and mother. I wish he could soften the blows. I wish for just one more bear hug, one more laugh, one more funny story, one more recitation of a story poem, one more Irish song, one more Dad breakfast, one more look of love and incredible joy when gazing upon his grandchildren, one more time seeing him looking out the window waiting for us to arrive-jumping out of his chair to run out the door to greet us all.

It has been a long week. The first week of school. Countless rehearsals for Dan. Lots of hours for John and John. Lots of cleaning, organizing, figuring out the stuff of life. I don't know if we ever can.

If You Knew Me Well, You Would Know That...

2009-09-01T04:57:00.000-07:00

If you knew me well, you would know that:

1. I love cats. I could have 100, if the vet bills weren't so darn high. (I have 7.)

2. My favorite candy is peanut M & M's, but I cannot eat them anymore due to pre-diabetes.

3. My favorite colors are pink, blue, and chocolate brown.

4. My favorite drinks are unsweetened iced tea, chardonnay, and gin and tonic.

5. My favorite flowers are pink carnations.

6. I have been married since 1982. I was 22 when I got married.

7. I graduated Magna Cum Laude from Towson University in 1982 with degrees in English Literature and Secondary Education.

8. I taught high school English, grades 9 thru 12 for 8 years. I did graduate work in teaching reading. I was a literacy volunteer for many years.

9. My favorite food is spaghetti.

10. I absolutely adore my brother. He is an angel on earth; I am sure of it.

11. I love yard sales and thrift shops.

12. I collect Longaberger baskets.

13. I have been knitting since I was 8 years old. My dad taught me. Knitting keeps me sane.

14. I had a close relationship with my dad, not my mom. Our relationship is hard and sad.

15. I love poetry. My favorite poet is Sylvia Plath.

16. Some of my poetry was published when I was in college.

17. My great-grandmother taught in a one-room school house. I come from a long line of teachers.

18. I can speak German, sort of.

19. I love to play board games and cards. Monopoly and Scrabble are my favorites.

20. I am afraid of lightning and thunderstorms. I hate the rain.

21. My favorite seasons are fall and winter. I do not like summer.

22. I am a terrible housekeeper. Cleaning makes me grumpy.

23. I love my kids more than life itself.

24. I wanted to be a vet when I was growing up. I also wanted to be an author.

25. I don't really like dogs.

26. I miscarried my first pregnancy, and I still grieve that child.

27. I love kids, kids of all ages--especially toddlers and teenagers. (Really, they are almost the same!!)

28. I love to cook.

29. My favorite singer is James Taylor. I credit his music with getting me through a tough growing up. I also like Elton John, Billy Joel, John Denver, and Carly Simon.

30. My favorite yarns to knit with are: anything soft! handdyed yarns are great, sock yarn, alpaca, some cottons

31. My favorite things to knit are small projects-scarves, socks, mittens, hats, purses...Did I say socks??????????!!!!

32. I cannot stand people who lie to me.

33. I do not like seafood.

34. I don't think I have ever felt "pretty".

35. I need at least 8 to 9 hours of sleep a night, or I cannot function.

36. I worry about mental illness.

37. I cry at my son's performances. Every one. I also cry at weddings and when I see new babies.

38. I worry for my oldest son, that he will be self-sufficient and able to care for himself.

39. I love Italian food.

40. I think the most important quality in a person is compassion.

41. I hate to exercise.

42. I am often messy, and I like that better than being neat.

42. I don't like homes that look like furniture stores-like nobody lives there.

43. I love Christmas.

44. I love giving gifts. It makes me happy.

45. I wish I had my own arts and crafts studio.

46. I need a lot of quiet time.

47. When I don't hear from my friends, I get very sad.

48. I worry about getting old.

49. My favorite thing to wear is blue jeans. I would wear denim all the time, if I could.

50. I hope I get to be a grandma who gets to spoil her grandkids like crazy.

New Beginnings

2009-08-29T13:39:00.000-07:00

Monday starts a new school year for my 11th-grade son. I hope that we all can start fresh with new attitudes, new commitments to what is important, and can support each other in our endeavors. I cannot believe Dan will be in 11th grade. Just yesterday,it seems, he was in preschool, carrying home his cool art projects in his school tote bag. Now he carries 30 pounds worth of books on his broad shoulders and his art projects have turned into textbooks, heavy binders, and homework.

Today I got really lucky. I was headed down our street, on the way to pick up my oldest son from work. A huge, red SUV came barreling down a side street and ran a stop sign. I swerved, slammed on the brakes, ended up on the grass next to the sidewalk, and waited to hear the metal crunch and the glass shatter. We missed a collision by 1/8 of an inch. I feel blessed. As fast as he was going, I am sure I would have been badly injured, and I definitely would have lost the use of my car. We both got out of the car to check on each other. Neither one of us could believe we did not hit. I accepted his apology, shook his hand, and went on my way. Talk about having a guardian angel.

Time to figure out dinner, fill out umpteen forms for the opening day of school, and knit.

The Older I Get...

2009-08-04T17:05:00.000-07:00

The older I get:

-the less I care about what other people think about me.
-the less emphasis I put on physical beauty.
-the more I want to relax.
-the more I worry about salvation.
-the less time I have to deal with people who bug me.
-the less I value material things.
-the more quiet time I need.
-the more I realize the importance of love.
-the more I want to declutter and get rid of "stuff" that weighs me down.
-the more I wonder how different I would be if I were raised with more positives and fewer negatives.
-the more I realize how important it is to follow your dreams.
-the sadder I am that I ever raised my voice at my kids.
-the more I worry about how I will leave this world.
-the more I wonder if I will leave any kind of legacy, good or bad, and what that is...
-the more I wonder what, if any, difference I make in the lives of my friends.

Decluttering

2009-07-21T14:18:00.000-07:00

Twenty bags of "stuff" have gone out of this house in the last 3 weeks or so. These are kitchen-sized bags, dropped off at the Goodwill in hopes of making space in this overcrowded house. For some reason, I am in a major mood to get rid of things. I am feeling closed in by the clutter.

There are so many things we do not need or use in this house, so why is it so hard to get rid of it all? One reason is a packrat hubby who likes to hold onto things for all kinds of reasons. Another reason is just inertia. It is tough to go through old junk, and it is even harder to find the time to do it all. It is hot, heavy, dirty, emotional work.

I am starting a pile for consignment. Hopefully, there is value in some of this old stuff~old dishes and old silver, pitchers, art work, suitcases, and fancy platters. Other piles will go to charities and yet others are to be thrown out.

The trick from now on is to bring less in, or to try the "one thing in-one thing out" rule. Buy less, have less, be tied down by less. It really makes me wonder why we bought it all in the first place.

Socks!

2009-06-26T07:40:00.000-07:00

I am so happy to have discovered sock knitting. It has become quite a habit, of late! I never thought I would be a sock knitter. I thought it was impractical, expensive, and the thought of knitting on such tiny needles was daunting. I thought the yarn was too skinny too. I was afraid to try it-never quite understood the allure of it all.

Then along came an illness and subsequent surgery right before last Christmas. A dear friend,Becky, knitsandspins on Ravelry,took it upon herself to make me the most thoughtful Christmas package ever. Even my family members have never given me such wonderful gifts. Inside were lots of amazing things. I remember crying for most of the day I received it. I was bowled over by her kindness to me. I will never, ever, forget it. One of the gifts was a pair of hand-knitted socks, made by Becky. I had never had a pair, never worn a pair. I put them on, and was amazed. Not only were they beautiful, they were perfectly crafted, warm, and amazingly comfortable. They gave me comfort when not much else could. I wore them for days, and still wear them every chance I get. I love those socks! They are a symbol of a lot of things to me: friendship, kindness, beauty, healing, warmth, generosity, and love.

It is because of those socks, and because of Becky's encouragement, that I started to knit socks. Other Ravelry friends have encouraged me too, and I love them for that! Puggerhugger, Manitoba2ct, and others have sent me sock yarns and sock books, and have answered questions along the way. But, if it weren't for Becky, and that first pair of wonderful socks, I would never be enjoying my latest knitting habit!

I Need to be Knitting!

2009-06-03T05:53:00.001-07:00

It is that time of year whenI need to start plugging and chugging, as they say, to get ready for fall/winter craft shows. This year it is harder to get moving, because I have discovered socks and want to make them constantly! I also want to do more beaded knitting and designing, all of which take mega blocks of uninterrupted time. I suppose I will have to treat this like a job, and schedule in at least 4-5 hours a day in order to meet my goals. I am hoping to do 5 shows this season, God willing! Last year, I had to cancel 2 due to health problems. It had been my best season, and I know I lost out on at least $1000. I have my fingers crossed that this year will go well,that is, if I can get moving!

Two Good Memories of Mother

2009-05-05T11:37:00.001-07:00

Two good memories of Mother:

Your hands washing my hands when they were small.
You went round and round with the soap, gently parting each finger,
As if each was important.

You watching the geese fly at the change of seasons:
Running first to the window and then out the door,
To see the beautiful V, indeed divine.

Copyright: Mary Skeen, March 2009

My Healing Kitty

2009-05-05T10:30:00.001-07:00

I call my cat Charlie my "healing kitty." He is so incredibly wonderful. Always sweet, he never thinks of scratching, biting, or being bad in any way. He is beautiful through and through. He is the first kitty I have ever had that I got to pick myself and actually call my own. He has helped me work through past hurts, just by being so loving.

When I was growing up, I always wanted a cat. When I was 6, I had a kitten, Bootsie, who got squished by my dad's car after 3 days. Two years later, we adopted the neighbor's cat, Minky, when they moved. She was old at the time and was never very cuddly or interactive. When I was a teenager, we had neighbors who had a gorgeous Maine Coon cat that they neglected. They let her outside and she had litter after litter of kittens. Being the cat lover that I am, I would try to play with them. One adopted me when I was about 16. Her name was Muffy. She was incredibly beautiful. She had the Maine Coon fur-white with calico markings, and the Maine Coon temperament, alot like Charlie's. She was gentle and sweet, and mostly she just loved me. My parents allowed her to visit only, but I would sneak her in to my bedroom after school and on cold nights. Otherwise, she would be left to huddle against our house. The first time I found her there, nearly frozen, I vowed I would keep her close to me, no matter what the folks said. She visited me every day until she became more or less mine. I asked the neighbor permission to keep her, and it was granted. My parents seemed ok with it. Oh, how I loved her! She was incredibly loving and beautiful. We gave each other comfort. I gave her warmth and love,and she gave me the same at a time when living at home was really hard. I had her for about 9months, and then one day I came home from school and she wasn't there. My mother had decided to give her to the Avon lady on a whim~without telling me, and she refused to get her back. I remember crying, pounding on my father's chest to please get her back. Nope. I remember grieving for her, wondering why my mother had been so cruel to take her away from me for no reason. When I called the lady who took her to inquire about how she was, she was vague and indifferent. I cried for weeks. Two weeks went by and I finally found out Muffy's fate. Soon after she was given away, she was hit by a car and died. I will never forget the pain I felt, and to be honest, if I think about it long enough, I still feel it.

Charlie is so much like Muffy in stature, feel, and temperament. He is mine, all mine, and no one will ever take him from me except for God. That will be an incredibly sad day, one I don't want to think about. He has been such an incredible gift, my little rescue guy. How lucky I am to have found him. He is such a blessing.

Thrifting!

2009-05-02T16:38:00.000-07:00

Thrifting is an amazing thrill. I go as often as I can for as many bargains as I can. Yesterday, at a church sale, I got 2 dresses at $2 each, plus, a mug for $1 that I know retails for $16. I also came home with 2 pins, each a good price. Then, today, I hit the jackpot at the nearly new sale. I got a bunch of yarns for an amazing price, plus some sewing notions. I hope to go a few more days this week to catch the bargains on less busy days. We shall see...

May 4th-I Love You, Dad

2009-04-25T17:31:00.000-07:00

Dad would have been 78 this year. It is hard to see his birthday come and go without being able to see him, help him celebrate, and buy him a gift. I used to buy him daisies every year for his garden, or tomatoes, or give him lotto tickets in hopes that he would win it big. God, how I miss him.

I miss his voice when he sang, a beautiful rich tenor or when he recited story poems to me as a child: Casey at the Bat, The Raven, The Cremation of Sam McGee-all favorites still.

I miss the way he held his grandchildren, the way he played with them and tried to teach them the skills he knew in art, woodworking, and gardening. He exuded love for them every minute he was near them.

I miss his gentleness. I miss his talent. I miss his hands-hands that created art in many forms-watercolors, oils, photographs,woodworking, furniture refinishing and furniture making, gorgeous leather tooling and leather work. He was a perfectionist. Whatever he did, he did well.

One of my nicest memories was when he taught me to knit when I was 8. I bought a book and a pair of plastic needles and some white Red Heart yarn at Woolworths. I tried to teach myself garter stitch, but all I got was a tangle of knots. He took the book, the needles, and the Red Heart and taught himself garter stitch in an afternoon. Then, he taught me, and in a matter of days, I had a somewhat crooked but very recognizable headband. I wore it to school. He promptly forgot how to knit, but was the best ball winder anyone could ever ask for! He was ever patient and didn't mind winding for hours until my yarns were ready for my next project.

Lung cancer took Dad on September 5, 1995, way too early. It was good to see his pain and suffering end, but he was taken from me way too soon. John remembers his essence. Dan doesn't remember at all. I'll remember forever. Love you, Dad.

I wish I had...

2009-04-06T07:32:00.000-07:00

Making my first pair of socks has really made me think back onto my grandmothers and their knitting. Mother's mother was from Bavaria, and came to this country with a third grade education and a child in tow. She was widowed at a young age, raised 4 kids alone during the depression, and taught herself English by reading the newspaper. I have been told that she was an amazing sock knitter. I only got to see her twice a year for a day or two, and she spoke mostly German. I wish I had asked her to show me how she did her socks. I would have loved to have watched her make something. Our visits were so few and far between that there was never any evidence of her knitting. I should have asked.

My father's mother knitted and crocheted too. She made me things all the time, and even though I never saw her much either, she sent me handmade gifts in the mail often. She'd make me purses, and the nicest knitted slippers! As soon as I'd wear out a pair, she'd send another. I knew she loved me, and that in itself was the best gift!

I've been thinking of both of them while learning socks. I wish I had connected more with them back then. It is way too late now, except for in my heart and through my hands. I miss them both.

Kitty Claims the Cashmere...

2009-03-24T19:30:00.000-07:00

I have been thrifting a lot recently, gathering wonderful specimens for frogging/recycling. Some of the sweaters I take apart and reknit the yarn. Others, I felt and make bags out of, wallets, hair accessories, and the like. I finally came across a two-ply, gorgeous, cream-colored cashmere sweater that I had big plans for. Guess who has claimed it?? Buttercup the cat. She found it on the couch the other day when I was working with it. Now it is hers. She sits on it, sleeps on it, cuddles with it, and cries for it. I guess it is official. It is all hers. She has good taste!

Learning new things!

2009-03-13T20:16:00.000-07:00

Wow it has been quite a week~incredibly busy with family visiting, kids' activities, and everyday life. What has kept me grounded are my Rav friends, and my knitting. I'm trying to finish up at least 10 wips--maybe even more. I am a cast-on-aholic. I have so many things that I want to make that I start them all and then they sit. I finally finished my first BSJ, started months ago. Here's a pic of the final sweater:

I've also done a bunch of dishcloths to try to learn some new stitches and techniques. Stitch markers have kept me busy too. Fun, fun, fun. Now I have to get busy making stuff for the upcoming craft shows, because fall will be here before I know it. I got my first application in the mail this week!

16 Candles!

2009-03-02T20:43:00.000-08:00

I cannot believe it that Dan is 16! We had a busy evening, with both boys working, then dinner and dessert. Cliff the sock monkey helped to celebrate. Happy Birthday, Dan, and many many more!

Watching the Wheels Go Round and Round...

2009-02-23T16:05:00.000-08:00

A visit to the nursing home to see a 94-year-old friend left me with a new perspective. Wow. What a place. She is in a room that represents the last phase of living in a retirement home. It is the "your foot is on a banana peel" and you are waiting for your ticket out area of the place. Sooo incredibly sad. Everyone uses a wheelchair or a walker. Everyone has huge health issues, and most of them are facing it all alone. My friend is still as sharp as a tack, and she is delightfully liberal. I enjoyed our visit, but it gave me a lot to think about in terms of acquiring more "stuff." These folks are down to 1 room and a few possessions. Just don't need 'em or want 'em anymore. They are looking for a different kind of peace.

Son #1 is feeling the sting of growing up in a world that discriminates. He gets it because he is not an academic type, and never will be. He has been made fun of, used, taken advantage of, and left alone, but still he has the sweetest soul imaginable. He wants to be part of the social crowd, and no one will have him. He wants to be part of the electronic age, but finds himself unable to communicate effectively. He cries out for friendship and most turn away. Their loss...

Son #2 is just growing. On top of that, he has shown his integrity this week in the face of a tough situation where he works. If he comes away with nothing else, his dignity and integrity will be in tact. I was so proud when he showed me that he knew what was right and was prepared to do it, without my intervention or advice.

Big life issues. A lot to think about. It is hard, painful, gut wrenching stuff. We all take our turn.

The Smallest Victims of Foreclosure

2009-02-14T18:27:00.000-08:00

Today I received a phone call from an acquaintance--a wonderful lady, whose friend is going through a divorce and the foreclosure of her home. This woman is in her 70's and is relocating to public housing. She can only bring one of her 3 cats with her. She asked if I would take the other 2. They were a male and a female, 8 and 9 years old. The former husband cannot keep them because now he has no place to live, and will be living in his van.

I am overcome with sadness for this woman. I cannot imagine having to decide which of my pets to keep and which to get rid of. I am overcome with sadness for these 2 pets, who now have no place to live. What must they think? They've done nothing wrong. They've been wonderfully faithful and loving companions for many years. They are "good kitties."

I spent the entire afternoon in turmoil about this request and in our decision process. We already have 7 cats, and as a family we decided not to take these two. I feel incredibly sad. I feel incredibly guilty. I don't know how I will sleep tonight.

The truth is, we spend enormous amounts of money on our cats every year. Thousands of dollars are needed each year for their care. Their vet care is expensive. Their food is expensive. Their cat litter is expensive. One sees a cardiologist. One has 2 autoimmune disorders and needs medication. Another has allergies and needs medication. Two have dental issues. We feel that the house is full and that we are stretched enough financially with the kitties we have already. It may not be fair to the ones we have to stretch ourselves any thinner.

Then why do I feel so bad about the decision we made? Because I feel that there should always be room for one more. There should always be room "in the inn." My Catholic upbringing taught me to accept whatever God sends and he will provide. Did I just turn away two souls who needed me? Was it some kind of test? Was I meant to make the difference for this family and these two kitties?? Or, did I do the right thing and save my family from financial hardship, and my kitties from the stress of getting used to 2 new siblings? Tough call. I can never know for sure, and I am tormented by it all.

All I know is that the smallest victims of foreclosure have no say in it at all. They are the ones I really feel sorry for. I will pray for them.

Kitty News

2009-02-06T18:46:00.000-08:00

Happy one year anniversary, Abby and Max! It was one year ago yesterday that Abby and Max came to live here with us. I got them by accident. I had Charlie to the vet and saw the two of them in the adoption cage. Abby threw both paws forward and put one on either side of my face. I took them out of their cage, and I was a goner. They had been dumped months before at my vet's office. Their former owner requested that they be euthanized, put them on the ground, and kicked them. She abandoned them because they had scratched her pit bull's nose! I can't thank my vet enough for taking them in, caring for them, doing their spay/neuter surgeries, and vaccinating them. They came home with me the next day, and they are just the sweetest little beings. Abby is my constant companion. She cries when I leave her, and is never more than a few feet away from me when I am home. She is my bed buddy every night. Max is a quiet cuddler. He is quite the entertainer when he plays. He can amuse himself for the longest time in his play cubes. I am so glad they are mine.

Sylvester is recovering from a mouth issue--some swelling and irritation caused by allergies, probably. He has endured his medicines well this week, and he is trying hard not to hold the pill giving against me too much. He has a recheck on Monday. What a gentle and loving little fellow.

The others seem fine for now. I cannot believe how lucky I am to have them all. I love them so much, and in many ways, their love has rescued me!

Scared of a Sock?

2009-02-06T18:38:00.000-08:00

Know what? I am scared to make socks! My goal this year is to conquer that fear and actually make a pair. I have gotten several pattern recommendations and what look to be some good sock books, so I have to say, that the time has come (within the next few weeks!) to make a pair of socks! I think I would like to make chunky warm socks, and some little footie socks. I saw a pattern on Rav for yoga socks, which would be great for my yoga teacher friend. Nothing to it but to do it, I suppose!

I got my yarn swift today. The ball winder came the other day. Gotta put them together and get busy. It will be nice to have them. I know they will be great time savers.

I Have a Problem!

2009-02-01T08:48:00.000-08:00

I spent all day yesterday cleaning, starting with--rediscovering what is beneath the rubble of a teenager's floor. OMG! The things we found! I discovered that son #2 loves to take things apart and not put them back together again--just likes to figure out how they work. When I became judgmental, he cleared his throat and pointed to MY room!! Point taken.

Yarn everywhere. Crochet hooks, felted wool pieces, darning needles, Rubbermaid bins of every possible size and shape, strewn, yes--strewn about the entirety of my room. So, while he was sorting and raking up his mess, I spent hours organizing mine.

You know? I think I have enough yarn for the rest of my life. I think I have enough yarn for the rest of two or three people's lives. I sorted cottons from ribbons, wools from blends, and made a special area for the fanciest stuff. I have an entire chest of Rowan (who knew there was that much?), and a whole bag of Be Sweet and ArtYarns, another of alpaca and of Cascade 220. Noro? Yep--a whole bag. I even have one entire bag of Crystal Palace Fizz yarn; now why, and what am I gonna do with that??? (By "bag" I mean the big plastic whomping bags that comforters come in...) 3 bags of wool sweaters to be felted and created into handbags. I found things I don't even remember buying. Oh boy. No wonder I don't list much of my stash on Ravelry. Way too embarassing.

I confessed. To my children and to my hubby. I confessed that I am a yarn/string! addict and that I have a problem. They all laughed at me.

I have a problem. Today there is a Super Bowl sale at my LYS. Help!

I am going. :D

Must. Get. Control.

2009-01-29T07:32:00.000-08:00

I must get control of life around here. Everywhere I look there is so much that needs to be done. Maybe I'll turn my back and go shopping instead? A trip to the LYS? Nah............gotta start slogging. Hopefully, by the end of the day there will be visible progress. Wish me luck!

Fragile

2009-01-21T06:27:00.000-08:00

Feeling a little fragile these days. Now that the health scare is over, and the doctor has given me the "go ahead" and has lifted all restrictions, I remain incredibly nervous. I guess it is that old fear of mortality rearing its ugly head again. It is just like me to get through the crisis and then begin to fall apart at the seams. Happens every time. I feel like I'm dodging bullets.

So, I'm trying to harness the nervous energy into positive stuff--cleaning, knitting like a mad fool, counting my blessings. Deep breaths. It's ok.

What Were You Thinking??

2009-01-15T19:56:00.000-08:00

Today was a scary one for me. At around noon, there was a tiny knock at my front door. I did not answer, because I did not know the person. It was a huge man with a rake over his shoulder, probably wanting yard work. But....no. He proceeded to look in my front and side windows, then headed for my backyard and garage. My son and I came downstairs, and by that time he had gone to the neighbor's to knock on their door. They didn't answer either, so he proceeded to make a long cell phone call to someone, and my son heard him mention "police." He then came back to the side of my house, sneaked toward my back door and knocked--very quietly--peering in the whole time. I called my neighbor, and then I called the police. He left quickly, and my neighbor followed him with his truck, pulled over 2 police officers, only to find out that one of them caught the guy. Who knows what he was up to? Seemed to me like he was looking for a place to rob. I shudder when I think what might have happened if my car weren't in the driveway, and my son and I weren't home. So, I have to go to bed now, not really knowing what happened to him. I'm hoping they arrested him for something and that we are safe. Think I'll be up until all hours doing laundry and cleaning. Nervous energy....

Someone Flipped A Switch

2009-01-08T11:36:00.001-08:00

Someone flipped a switch and somehow I feel so much better! Finally, the pain has eased and only a little stiffness remains. What a blessing it is to be pain free!

I just finished sending off 9 RAKs to some folks in the RAK groups. All but two are surprises. What fun it is! I hope they bring a little joy...

Kitties are pestering for attention. Time to go! Happy New Year!

Turtle on Its Back

2008-12-29T21:21:00.000-08:00

I'm still feeling like a turtle on its back-constantly trying to right itself! Getting up out of bed, off the couch, and in and out of the car is still a feat. Trying hard to find the humor in it! :-)

Staying Positive

2008-12-29T15:34:00.000-08:00

I am sick to death of negativity in people, and I am trying hard to rid myself of it. Not an easy task. I guess the easiest way to keep most of it out is to stay away--far away--from people with consistently negative attitudes. The hardest part is keeping it from rearing its ugly head in my own brain.

Growing up, I was bombarded with negativity (That's putting it nicely!), and it has taken years to work through its horrible effects. If I could only reach back and tell the child I was that none of it was true! I could cry about what she went through. When I see pictures of myself as a child, I want to tell her that she was beautiful just the way she was, that she was creative and smart, that she was kind and compassionate, that she was special. At least I know it now.

There is a line in a song that I love that claims that when our children are born, they are born into "wiser lives" because of us. I hope my children know how special they are to me and to the world--that the world became more beautiful the very moment they arrived. If that is true, then something positive has come from my experiences.

I hope that in 2009, when life hands me tough spots and tough people, that I can rise above them all and see the gifts that come as result. I hope that I can steer clear of negative thoughts about myself and others, and just keep forging ahead--staying positive--looking for the beauty and the goodness that I am graciously offered.

Time for the New Year

2008-12-27T20:38:00.000-08:00

I am ready for new beginnings. I am hoping that 2009 is much better than 2008! I have been thinking of goals to achieve in 2009. Wonder how many I'll actually achieve? I wonder what life will throw in my way this year? Things I'd like to do:

Use up a lot of my stash and spend less on yarn. (I'm thinking this one will be the hardest.)

Pursue more friendships--in person and online.

Be a better money saver.

Bring the house up to par in terms of repairs.

Get both sons driving!

Design more of my own knitting patterns.

Make a website for my knitting business that supports online payments.

Keep a cleaner, more organized house.

Get rid of unwanted clutter throughout the house.

Lose 25 to 30 more pounds, and stay healthy!

Back in the Saddle

2008-12-22T09:39:00.000-08:00

Progress! I just drove for the first time since my surgery. It felt so good to be out. I'm not ready for shopping yet (rats!), but feel lucky to be able to deliver children to their jobs and to school.

It is zero degrees with the windchill today. My new wonderful, wool, hand-knitted socks from Rebecca are keeping me toasty warm. What a luxury!

What A Day!

2008-12-21T11:51:00.000-08:00

What a day I had yesterday. It is one I will not forget; that is for sure! I woke up painful, and very impatient that my recovery isn't as speedy as I want it to be. Then the mail came!

John brought in a package--a total surprise from Rebecca, knitsandspins on Ravelry. I opened it up, and the box was filled with the most beautifully wrapped Christmas presents! I started opening them, and then I started to cry. Gifts are so meaningful to me--any gifts--but these were amazing. Office supplies (one of my favorite things!), cat treats, a beautiful photo album, folding scissors with their own handmade pouch, three different kinds of yarn--including her own handspun, and a pair of hand-knitted socks. I've never had a pair. I think I cried for over an hour. Even my husband got teary. I just cannot believe that anyone would be so kind. I feel so blessed to have received such thoughtful, generous gifts. I am so lucky to have such a wonderful friend.

Then, we went to my brother's for dinner and gift exchange. It was so nice to see everyone, and watching the little ones open their gifts was the best possible medicine.

When I got home, I was exhausted, but happy. I thought about the blessings of the day and cried some more. It finally feels like Christmas!

Waiting Up

2008-12-17T20:31:00.000-08:00

Waiting up again. This time it will be until around 1 am. I'm waiting for hubby to return home from D.C. Been doing this for 19 years now--waiting and worrying, that is. Walking miles and miles in D.C. at night in order to get to Union Station --just so he can catch the last train out to Baltimore. Then it's into Penn Station at around 12:30 am. to walk deserted city streets late at night. I hate it. Tonight is worse, because he is tired and under a lot of stress--work stress, and stress from doing everything for the family with me being sick. Plus, one of his tires was flat last night. He pumped it up, and went on ahead. Let's hope it's got enough air to get him home. He tells me to rest up and sleep. I can't until he walks into the back door, eats a late dinner, and then heads up to bed. Let's hope angels are watching over him, and that he comes home to us safely. Can't imagine anything else.

Tomorrow night will be a hanky night. Son Dan has his choral concert and has a solo performance with that beautiful tenor voice. I always cry--happy tears. Somehow, he came through me.

Son John has been an amazing help throughout my illness and recovery. He has handled most of our meals for us, and does so with ease. What a blessing. 19 years old this week. Hard to imagine. He has walked through fire and has come out the other side unscathed--still kind and gentle, compassionate and grounded.

This weekend, when we put up our tree, I will give the boys their yearly ornaments, and we will reminisce as we unpack the old ones. We will talk about why each was important, what each means, and I will cry when I unpack Dad's boat. As a child, I always told my father that when I was older and had a job, I would buy him the Boston Whaler that he always wanted. Well, I could never afford it, so all he ever got was a wooden boat ornament that became mine when he died. I miss him terribly. I miss his love. I see it in my boys.

See what comes out when we wait?

Holidays

2008-12-16T13:53:00.000-08:00

Trying to put the finishing touches on the gifts has been tough this year. I still have so much wrapping to do, and because most of the gifts are for the boys and hubby, they can't help me with it. A little at a time, I guess. The tortoise always wins the race.

I hope they like their gifts this year. It never seems like very much once it is all paid for and wrapped. The boxes are so small, and it doesn't look like much under the tree. Santa may have to make one more stop out before Christmas arrives--pull that sleigh into the mall! I won't have hubby's approval for what I have in mind for the boys. He'll say it is too much money. I know it is, and I'll be paying for it for months. (He did the same thing last year when I had already finished shopping, and he went out a few days before Christmas and bought them a computer!)

I worry how gift exchange will be with some family members this year. I fear it will be strained. One side of the family isn't exchanging at all, and the other wants a real "cutback." I feel like I am getting in trouble for being kind to people. I'm told I make people feel bad by giving them things...How can that be??? I just don't understand it!!! I am a gifty kind of person. Can't help it. Always have been--always will be. It's my "love language," I suppose. [If you haven't read Gary Chapman's book, The Five Love Languages, you should. It will change your life!!]

Oh well, take me as I am--or not. I am befuddled by a world where Christmas gift giving has become an obligation to be met, where there is not any joy in giving to people who are supposed to be important in your life and in the lives of your children. Too much effort. Too much money. Too much time. In my opinion......too little love. Too little kindness. Too much selfishness. Sometimes the very best gifts cost absolutely nothing........

Back Home

2008-12-09T17:07:00.000-08:00

There's that line in the old John Denver song, "Hey, it's good to be back home again. Then there's the line from my favorite movie of all time, The Wizard of Oz--"There's no place like home." It's funny. Right now, I'm not looking at the peeling paint, the rooms that need to be redecorated, or the unkempt rooms and closets. I'm only seeing what brings me comfort now: the faces of the ones I love, my knitting, yes--the gorgeous yarn stash that I added to before I left, my kitties, my baskets, my comfy blankets and pillows, the things that make this place feel like mine. I am so very glad to be home.

Updates

2008-12-01T18:59:00.000-08:00

Made a trip to Woolworks today. What a great way to spend the afternoon. Found a sale--in fact racks and racks of sale yarns--yippee! Bought too much, as usual. I had a coupon for 15% off of the regularly priced stuff, so I bought a book and a few Be Sweet yarns. I hope to slow down with the purchases now. I always say that...

Trying to finish my BSJ before going into the hospital, but don't think it's gonna happen. Too much cleaning, holiday shopping, etc. to do first. What an amazing design.

Gonna try to make a Be Sweet Magic Ball scarf while in the hospital. I am going to bring my lite up needles along in case I can't sleep. Gotta pack a knitting survival kit to take with me...

Have to finish holiday shopping and wrapping tomorrow.

Anna has a kitty cold. Poor sweetie. No passing that around, thank you!

The week is unfolding quickly. Thank goodness.

Waiting...

2008-11-23T18:28:00.000-08:00

I'm trying hard this week to get ready for my upcoming surgery. I am having a cantaloupe-size tumor/cyst removed from my right ovary, then a subsequent total hysterectomy. I feel like everything has to be perfect before I can leave for the hospital on Dec. 5th. The house has to be clean--if that is ever possible! Meals have to be made and put in the freezer. The laundry needs to be caught up and put away. Groceries need to be bought and put away. I'm also trying hard to stay healthy, so nothing postpones things. That would be a nightmare.

I'm trying to stay positive and visualize a good outcome. No complications. Cysts/tumors that lift out without bothering/involving neighboring organs. No cancer. Body parts that come out easily. No infection. Not much pain. Easy-easy. Fast healing.

Time to read. Time to knit. Time.

Perfection

2008-11-19T16:03:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, while in the waiting room at the doctor's office, I saw perfection. A grandmother was babysitting a newborn and a 2-year-old while their mother was at her 6-week check-up. The two year old was screaming at the top of his lungs, having a mega tantrum. "I want my mom! I want to go where my momma is!!!" Who knows how long it had been going on, 'cause he was already at full speed when I walked in. His screams could be heard throughout the office. They were loud and long, and drew nasty stares from other mothers, and an elderly couple showed their displeasure by staring, frowning, and whispering. That's when I saw perfection, and it will serve as an example to me for the rest of my days.

This wonderful grandmother, newborn in her left arm, and screaming, flailing toddler at her right knee, held him close and whispered loving things to him throughout. She smiled at him, stroked him, whispered funny stories, tried hard to redirect him with questions, until finally a story about his grandpa's bunnies and his baby cousin stopped his crying completely. She explained gently where his mother was and why she needed privacy. All the while she was kind and loving. She never lost her patience. Never raised her voice. Never made him feel out of place or bad. Never discounted the depths of his feelings. She showed love throughout the entire ordeal. She wasn't embarrassed or judgmental. She only cared about his pain and about how to make him feel better. She was awesome. Amazing, just amazing. If only we could all show so much love in times of stress and turmoil. That's one lucky family.

The Beauty of Friendship

2008-11-19T08:13:00.000-08:00

The last week has taught me so much about the beauty of friendship. I am blessed to have wonderful friends, young and old, and they have all rallied in their own ways to help me through the past week's health scares. The youngest gave me giggles and smiles. The oldest offered wisdom and calm. The ones near offered visits, rides for my kids, a patient ear. The ones far offered phone calls full of hope, words of encouragement, and love. All offered prayers. I thank you all, my dear friends. What you have given to me is beyond measure. I feel so lucky.