Does this Mask Make My Butt Look Big?

Resurrexit Sicut Dixit! He has risen, Alleluia Alleluia!

Well this certainly has been a Holy Week we’ll be talking about for some time, yes? In meditating on the Passion of Christ, my husband and I couldn’t help but notice parallels to the lessons we learn from our faith and the current circumstances we find ourselves living in presently. Even though I find meditation elusive at times, when I do ‘connect’, the experience is different than anything I have experienced before. I often see a flow of faces when I pray, but for the past week or so, I have seen colors. It was a bit odd, to be honest, but I have come to embrace these experiences. Have any of you had this happen while in prayer? A blessed and peaceful Easter season to all of you! Whether you celebrate or not; it is a gesture I offer that has profound meaning to me and I send my love and prayers to you and your families-it comes from my heart of hearts.

A few months back, I knit a Flax for Bill, a client of my son. He makes a striking model.

A smiling Bill in his Flax-Isn’t he handsome?

This past week, Bill made masks for us. This is me, modeling mine. Less striking, more dorky.

Pay attention to those mushrooms on the stove behind me…

Believe it or not, I have never met Bill. When this crisis is over, there is a giant hug waiting for that man!! (consider this your only warning, Bill!)

See those mushrooms behind me? I subscribe to a wonderful product called The F2T Box. It is a weekly grocery subscription that curates items from farms local to me. I request vegetables and produce, but i don’t know what the box contains until it arrives. When I opened this week’s box, it contained some really lush produce. In this photo, I am marinating some portobello mushrooms with scallions, ginger, olive oil, sesame oil and balsamic vinegar. I grilled them over a low heat; they were juicy and meaty. In fact, the stems were so hearty, I put them in soup. I made the soup from fresh dandelion greens and carrots also included in the box. The other items were butternut squash, baby swiss chard, and arugula; all of which went into my Easter dinner. If you have the opportunity to subscribe to a service like this, please give it a try. It is a surprise when you open the box, but I have yet to be disappointed.

Can we talk about eggs again? Please? It won’t take but a moment. As you use eggs, and the carton begins to empty, do you rearrange the remaining eggs before you return them to the fridge? I do, and unbeknownst to me, my dearly beloved does as well. Would it surprise you that we disagree on how they should be organized? This may seem like a really odd discussion, but I must know your thoughts on this.

Knitting has been interesting for me. While I have been doing a lot of it, I am doing it very slowly. I am also keenly aware of my limitations; my brain only wants to knit on autopilot. I am not the only one. Many of my knitting friends are talking about the comfort found in miles and miles of stockinette. In fact, I know at least 4 people, myself included, who cast on a Sockhead Slouch Hat by Kelly McClure.

This was such a soothing project for me. I chose a skein of Anzula Cricket from stash, in the color Kale. This shade of green was very unique, ranging from a dark hunter green to a lighter sage. I will definitely work with this yarn again. The hat is thick and squishy with amazing stitch definition; I thoroughly enjoyed knitting all 4″ of the pattern’s 2×2 rib!! This hat is going to get a lot of wear.

I completed another square in the MKAL hosted by Ceci over at Oh La Lana! Knitting Blog. I have mentioned before, but it does bear repeating: my brain is struggling with lace. These squares are not complex patterns, mind you, but it does require thought, and chart/pattern reading and all that jazz. But I am getting them done, people…I am getting them done! I screwed this square up, but ask me if I care. Go ahead, ask! This project is an exercise in determination and “le ostinazione”!

Wanna see my socks? I’ll admit, they aren’t much to look at, but I am ready to start the heel flap. The yarn is Lolo Did It in her Keep Pounding colorway. My friend and fellow blogger over at Nothing But Knit is a sock knitting Goddess! She finds the best patterns. This one is the Slip it Simple by Christine Long Derks. Isn’t it interesting how this yarn/pattern combination is creating a plaid vibe? Hers look completely different, but that is what we love about knitting! You should check them out. The photo top right is my ‘project bag’. I found this little bit of awesome on line for about $5. My only complaint is that it did not come with a copy of Pokemon Yellow!

A little more info on these socks. I want to explain a knitting cheat I often use for socks. The pattern I am using is a two row repeat. I am often one who knits round and round, forgetting which row I am on. Using the most excellent bulb-shaped markers, I chain together equal markers as rows in the pattern repeat. (4 row repeat=4 bulb markers, 2 row repeat=2 markers, etc.) The photo on the left reflects row one, and the photo on the right reflects row two. If I lose my place, I just have to look at how many markers are *on the needle* to determine the row. As I move through the rows, I add or drop a maker. PS. You can get a bazillion of these markers on Amazon for what you pay for a double mocha-choca-lata ya-ya at Starbucks.

Next up: What is she going on about now?

My husband says I lie. Yes, the egg-manipulating, drive-up eating, pretzel-hogging, best-hug-giving husband thinks I lie. And to some extent he is right. When asked how I am, I typically lie. When asked if I need help, I typically lie. When asked what is on my mind, I typically lie. And, when writing about this kinda stuff, like I am right now, I typically lie. So here it is in a nutshell.

I am sad. I am worried. I am angry. I am grateful. I am confused. I am distracted. I am blessed. I am forgetful.

I am sad because the names of people who have died from this virus are becoming more and more familiar to me. I am worried because there are so many people known and unknown to me who are crying out for prayers and I don’t feel like I can help them. I am angry because in my community, as in many, there are people who just can’t seem to understand that THIS IS NOT JUST ABOUT THEM! Stay at home means STAY AT HOME {{add expletive of choice}}. I am grateful because my immediate family, by the grace of God, is healthy. I am confused by the information spewed out by “those in the know”. I am distracted and forgetful because of all the spazzatura bumbling around in my head. I have days where I ignore social media, email or other sources of influence because my tiny head is just too full. I know I am not alone in these feelings. You know what else I know? My husband is right. I am a liar. Forgive me?

I think I am typed out. I will end this post with the usual:

Saint of the Day: St. Lydwine. Patroness of of sickness, chronically ill, ice skaters. Do you find it odd that on the days that I write, the Saint du jour happens to be a patron of the ill? I long stopped believing in coincidence. It seems to me that God is always peeking over my shoulder, gently reminding me that He is present with me through the nuances of my day. PS. I don’t think St. Lydwine was the patroness of chronically ill ice skaters, so mind that comma.

In my cup: An afternoon cuppa coffee. Check out this mug though!

In my ears: A confounded fly because Razz left the door open. Just kidding. It was me. I left the door open.

To all my friends, I pray for you and your families every day, and I feel your prayers for us as well. Thank you for being a constant source of humor, creativity, honesty and humanity. Thank you for STAYING HOME. We’ll get through this.

“One day at a time, Sweet Jesus!” – John Killian

“This is why we say our prayers and drink good booze.” – also John Killian

All my love,

Regina (and this guy)

The Measure of a Man…

The True Measure of a Man

There is an unpublished version of this quote.  “The measure of a man is directly affected by how much snow is expected.”

I had such a nice post for today.  I wrote it bright and early this morning.  OK, so it was dark o’clock, but still lovely.   It had photos and links and everything!  I interrupt that post to bring you the following rant.

I live in New York.  Not Southern New York where they get a possible ‘wintry mix’, or Upstate New York where your eyelashes freeze when you get the mail, but the Mid-Hudson Valley where, in the summer we have warm weather and thunderstorms and in the winter, we have snow.  SNOW people…SNOW!  We don’t need dog sleds or skis to get us from point A to point B because we have plows.  Big trucks that move snow, destroy mailboxes and render lawns impossible to mow in the summer.   Oh sure, we have blizzards and other extreme weather, but a foot of snow 12 hours from now, does not warrant jackass behavior!  Driving to and from the supermarket this afternoon was a daredevil act not worth repeating.  Listen up.  In my humble opinion, nothing warrants tailgating.  Some drivers took it to another level.  If you want to drive THAT close to me, there better be a tornado chasing you.  At the supermarket, as if cashiers weZombie Minionren’t already at a premium, some dear soul in her haste, dropped a glass jar of some awful smelling somethingorother, requiring that line to shut down while another one opened, as customers argued about who was in the line first.  (This is a perfect example of why liquor should be sold in supermarkets).   The one humorous moment came when an elderly woman on the line next to me, inquired if the Zombie Apocalypse was real.  I want to kiss her whole face!!

Snow day or not, I will share my previously written post with you all tomorrow.

If you are in my neck of the woods, enjoy the day…grab a bottle, hunker down and knit.

On the ears:  Madden Football for the PS4

In the glass:  Santa Cristina Toscana

Have a wonderful evening.

Peace to you all!!

Regina

And On The Third Day…

Welp, if you are into Genesis of the written, not musical type, day 3 was pretty amazing.  My ‘day 3’ pales in comparison.  This is your opportunity to politely exit the room.  Or impolitely for that matter because I am happy you stayed with me this long.

I work at a school.  I belong to a union.  I am the secretary to that union.  I love the work I do.  Presently, we are in the early stage of negotiations with the district.  I met with my fellow officers this afternoon to review the initial proposal to the district.   While there were a few items needing clarification, the overall proposal was fine.  For. The. Most. Part.  What did not agree with me were items that ‘real’ people, the walking, talking people of earth, would consider a benefit, luxury or dare I say, privilege.

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Stop…Breathe…Pray…

Where in the heck am I going with this?  Not sure if I know the answer myself, but I promised another thought on podcasting, and I am not one to disappoint!

I love watching podcasts, but there are so many.  When I think about why I like one over another it basically comes down to stuff.  This is a very scientific and technical term, yo.  I don’t know.  I have a difficult time with stuff.  Yarn stuff.  Project bag stuff.  Progress marker stuff.  I know much of what is shared on podcasts is donated by vendors and such, but to the average Joe, it is stuff none the less.  Is it necessary to have new purchases every week?  Is it necessary to have That. Latest. Pattern. By. Her?  I fondly recall the early days of knitting.  I knit because someone’s grandmother died and left a black hefty bag of cat pee smelling yarn behind.  My stitch markers were the multi-colored/sized Goody hair bands.

GoodyI loved Ravelry because it was free, and when I went into JoAnn’s or Walmart, I grabbed every single free pattern I could find.  When I purchased Lion Brand Wool-Ease Yarn I thought I “arrived”!  Those were wonderful days.  I took nothing for granted and everything, even a wool sweater at a yard sale had potential.  Now, I have more stuff.  I have stitch markers that are made and bought or gifted.  I have two shelves in a closet for my stash and my project bags are lunchboxes (but really, REALLY awesome lunchboxes). So, going forward, I don’t want to share with you anything- knitting or otherwise-for any reason other than to show you something that is special to me.  It will upset me very much if I make one person feel like they have to have IT.

Does any of this make sense?  It’s OK if it doesn’t.  It feels right in my little head and my little heart and that’s fine by me.

On to knitting!  Well, it’s about time, woman!  sheesh.

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The Early Stages

The second Scoreboard Cowl I knit was in Green Bay Packers colors.  Little did I know that Aaron Rogers would go out with an injury in game 6; I would have ordered less green and more yellow yarn!

I love this pattern.  It’s not really a pattern, though.  It’s just a fun way to knit and watch the football game.  Next year I plan to knit one in Pittsburgh Steelers Colors.

On the ears:  The Allman Brothers Band:  Eat A Peach (free to stream with an Amazon account)

In the glass:  Cantina Zaccagnini Montepulciano d’Abruzzo ($12.99 at a store near you!!)

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The Finished Product!

P.S. I am growing fonder of this font.  Looks better live than in draft.  Sorry, I have a thing about fonts.

Today’s Saint is John Bosco, patron of apprentices, editors and publishers, schoolchildren, magicians, and juvenile delinquents.  Let’s keep these souls in our prayers today.

Peace to all!

Love,

Regina