Between the holidays, the flu and now the loss of Daddio my bathroom remodel has been on the far back burner.
The Mister got a bee in his bonnet yesterday and tackled that mess on the back wall where the stud was twisted. At the same time I was shoveling out my mess of a house. I haven't lifted a finger since last week and it showed. It felt good to get some work done around here for a change.
My new toilet is still holding court in the middle of my living room though. It's where I've been keeping my stitching projects. For Pete's sake.
The rest of the house is dotted with piles of all the stuff that should be in the bathroom and hopefully will be someday. By Easter for sure. I'm hosting.
Before all the stuff hit the fan around here I was on a roll with my stitching which had taken a backseat during the holidays. The January Sheep Virtues almost had its border.
The Winter Sampler has a new bunny and a pine tree-minus the trunk. I seem to have misplaced that color.
The wedding sampler I was making for The Mister and me had the beginnings of a new branch of flowers.
The nautical sampler I had started working on for my mom before she died had taken a backseat since last summer but now it has to go to the head of the queue. It's going off course and I guarantee-there will be breakers ahead. Story to follow.
One of the nurses in the ER that attended to Daddio turned out to be an acquaintance of Middle Sister who is also a nurse. After a grueling night at his bedside she turned up from her morning break with flowers and Starbucks coffee for everyone.
It was the best thing I had tasted in my life. I nursed that cup of black coffee to the bitter end which was almost 16 hours later. We decided to thank her for her kindness with a card and wouldn't you know it, I already had the perfect kit.
Ta da....the three coffee sisters expressing their gratitude for a job well done. I am not sure how these nurses do it. They are indeed angels. As soon as the post office opens after the holiday I am going to pop a Starbucks gift card in it and send it off.
I also want to thank all you bloggy friends. As usual, I could count on you for sympathy and advice. It's not just about knitting you know. Yarn is nice but friendship is better.
Mom drifted off gently into the good night but Daddio put up a fierce fight. I never expected anything less from him. He was an ornery sucker who drove us all nuts with his particular brand of goofiness. Pneumonia took him in the blink of an eye. He was fine when I saw him on Monday but by Wednesday he was desperately ill.
Surrounded by his three girls he entered into eternity after an epic 24 hour battle against the dying of the light-which was odd because he had spent the last 15 years anxiously waiting to join the love of his life. Wherever he's landed, I hope he's found her.
Right before the holidays I showed him a photo of my house lit up in Christmas lights. Although he wasn't really speaking anymore I asked him if he knew what it was and he said...."a shot of whiskey". His roommate and I had a good laugh.
Tonight I am having a shot (or two) of his favorite whiskey and having a good cry. Cheers, Daddio. Let's toast to the end of an era. There will never be another you. Meet you on the other side.
Bad weather is like having a baby. As soon as Mother Nature hands you a beautiful day you forget all the misery.
It was 40 degrees today and sunny. That's my kind of weather. When The Mister suggested we go out and move all the wood I jumped at the chance to get out of the house.
I loaded and he stacked and we had the job done in about an hour. All that is left of the big pile is a few sticks and some ratty tarps.
Now what we have is a big stack of wood. That should keep The Mister happy for the rest of the winter-which I hope is more like today than last week.
I am really sorry that I didn't get a photo of The Mister falling down the hill with the wheelbarrow when he was trying to move it around front to the pile of wood. All those tire tracks were his attempts to crawl back up. Trust me it was funny. Very funny.
I said I was getting outside and I did. The Mister and I had a bunch of errands to run but in between them we decided to have some fun.
We drove past our favorite nursery and decided to stop in and see how the critters were doing in the cold. They seemed fine.
It was in the 20's with a forecast of freezing rain but the alpacas couldn't care less. They are the sweetest things ever. I wanted to take them all home.
Then things were not so fun. We were on our way to see Daddio when another vision attack hit me in the car. It was a bad one. It was like someone was shining a bright light in my eyes. It was scary. Since Daddio's care home is close to my eye doctor's office at the hospital I gave them a call after I had a short visit with Daddio. They said come right away so off we went.
Good news is the tests didn't show anything scary. Nothing is detached. Whew. The doctor actually thinks I am having a type of migraine that has no pain just severe visual disruption that causes intense flashies along with blurred vision. It's a old person thing. Jeesh. Yet another reason to really hate this getting old thing.
I usually love Sundays because The Mister is busy with football all day and I get lots of me time but this was a miserable 24 hours. It started on Saturday night when I couldn't sleep. I was freezing no matter how many blankets I wrapped myself in. The sound of the heat pump droning on and on wasn't helping matters. It was only 6 degrees out and I had a bad case of the heebie jeebies all night long.
I woke up Sunday morning feeling very grouchy and in the early hours I thought I would get some sewing done while the rest of the gang was sleeping. Bad idea. I tried putting the mini quilt and a matching table runner together but I hated it all.
So I put the snowflakes in time out and decided to get started on that penguin apron and of course I cut the material the wrong way so the penguins were marching sideways. Grrrr....this resulted in a major hissy fit but things got even worse.
It seems that the penguin material triggered a scary loss in vision for me. By the time The Mister got up I couldn't see a thing. I was terrified. I should mention that I have a retina disorder called retinoschisis that makes me have these types of spells from time to time but this was the worst one I have had since I was first diagnosed several years ago. Every time I looked at that material I got vertigo. I had to spend the rest of the day in a dark room doing absolutely nothing which is torture for me. I guess my eyes are telling me they need a break. Being locked in the house from the cold for so long and only using my up close vision isn't helping. I am getting out of here tomorrow come heck or high water. Mother Nature better be cooperating.
It's so cold that we have all four of our sibling kitties in the house at the same time. This is one of the outside kitties exercising some good sense by sitting next to the wood stove.
Her much smarter sister never goes out in this weather. She spends her day on my chair in the sunny craft room.
Gracie always has good sense. She lives in the sunny front window.
Their brother whines all day for food. He's a big baby but at least he doesn't make me worry about where he is at night. I even got the mommy cat to eat her dinner in the kitchen yesterday. She was in her heated hut all day. It's that darn cold.
Hoover has taken up permanent residence in Pup's new bed since he hasn't been going out to guard the yard. One more day of this nonsense. Tomorrow we should be up in the 40's. Hallelujah.
The Mister and I got into a bit of a tiff yesterday. He thought it would be a good idea to gallivant all over creation in blustery 9 degree temps. I thought not.
I won. Isn't that why we retired early? Who wants to go out in weather like this unless you have to and we don't have to. Instead we stayed put and I did an inventory of all things being knit. My giant mosaic blanket is now back in rotation. Pup and I spent the chilly but sunny afternoon working on it. Then we had a nap.
Tracery is back out again too. I will finish it this winter. I will. It won't fit but I'll finish it just the same.
The big red shawl is this big now. It is slow going but it will be worth it next winter. I am more of a shawl person than a sweater person once the heat comes on.
The Pimpeliesse is at the mid point. It's all downhill from here.
I've got some socks on the needles. Some I like.
Some I don't. These have been a real slog. I've been working on these forever. It's Hawthorne and I like the texture but not the dreary color. Therein lies the problem me thinks.
I am also not feeling the sweater I started last fall. It seemed like a good idea at the time but those autumn colors are just not doing it for me now. I think I will pack it away until next September and go looking for something else to do. That sounds like trouble. Maybe I should just finish up some of these UFOs first. Right?
I'm ready for hibernation and I blame this guy. I was just joking with The Mister when I said that he seems to curse us with apocalyptic snow the years I remember to sit him on the porch at Christmas. This year I had The Mister drag him out of the far reaches of the shed and I'm already sorry.
The bomb cyclone left us with a bit of snow but it's not the real story.
It was a pretty sweep-able event as far as snow goes. The problem is the wind and the cold. It's been a howling tempest outside for the past 24 hours and it's so cold your eyeballs freeze.
Someone asked about the woodpile yesterday and here it is today still in a heap. We covered it with a tarp but stacking will have to come later. It's just too dangerous out there with those trees blowing overhead.
I spent the day indoors yesterday playing with my snowflakes. I decided to change the design to make it more interesting so I'm still making snowflakes. This time in blue. Which is pretty much how I feel right now. I like winter but this is getting ridiculous.