Saturday, November 29, 2008

Everything in Moderation

Just in case you're wondering how I'm doing on curbing the "I tend to be a bit ...all or nothing ..." tendencies - here is today's problem.

I have knitting I don't want my Mom to see - one is a hat, for her (that should be finished but it's been frogged - he he lookit me use new vocabulary)

One is a scarf that is not for her but is exactly like the scarf she's getting, if I can force myself through that purgatory twice. (see earlier post re ruffle tape)

I have knitting that I don't want A to see, as it's for her.

(Adding along at home? Yes, I have three things on the go. You'd think that would be enough. HOWEVER, read on for le petite problem)

What do I take to knit on the HandiBus and while we're waiting for A's soccer game to start? They're both going to be there.

Clearly I must start a sock, as I do not have the necessary materials for thrummed mittens.

Yep. Moderation is my middle name.

(Also added 200 words to the novel this morning because I realized I can just TELL PEOPLE Brynn is no longer at Kharfel's hut. "Brynn stirred in his sleep" - well, that would imply he's gone home and gone to bed, now wouldn't it? He hasn't, but he might. He could do anything, now that I'm free from writing how he got from Point A to Point B.)

Must go hang pictures at Mom's, by which I mean, go knit*, while TechnoBoy hangs pictures at Mom's.

*a sock. I've never knit a sock before but how hard can it be? Stop that chortling.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Not a knitting blog

Knitting blogs are for people who knit feverishly, on the bus, at concerts, at movies, who go around the world with a half-knitted socks, taking pictures of it at national monuments and things. Also they call themselves things like "Yarn Harlot" and "Knitting Diva".

I'm just looking to do something with my hands while the people in my book are being silent and the subconsciously freaking out part of me wants me to go eat something. And then something else. Seriously - knitting is the best cure for stress eating. So far. No word on why I'm stressed. My subconscious isn't telling me that.

So here's how it's going:

I crocheted two rows into a dishcloth today when I remembered something important - I hate crocheting. So I ripped it out.

I knit a whole hat that I liked (a lot) and then when I went to sew it together I noticed that one side was a different shape from the other side, which is totally what the pattern told me to do, and I thought "well obviously this should have been knit in a circle" so I ripped it all out. (I am not a perfectionist, shut up.)

I have decided that I need to know how to knit socks.

I have spent half an hour searching for the fourth double pointed needle. Other people would have gone to bed. Or read a book. Or not ripped the hat out in the first place.

I have decided that "knitting" with ruffle tape is a) not knitting and b) more tedious than most other things I have had to endure in my life and c) looks amazing.

I have watched 30 minutes of instructional video on YouTube on "knitting in the round".

I have learned new words - "I-cord" (why won't mine close magically like Knitting Diva's indubitably does? Why?), "frogging", "tinking" and "colourways". (the last is a technicality - I've seen the word but don't know what it means.)

Oh oh oh and I have learned all about thrummed mittens and I cannot WAIT to try some.

But first I have ...a few other things to knit.

As you were.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Totally still writing a book's just that it's Christmas in a month, and I am suffering from a recurring illness, one that has not plagued me for a long long time ...

TechnoBoy's Family - remember the Christmas Knitting? (I'll allow you a moment to cringe)

I tend to get a bit ...all or nothing ...about things. Case in point: when I decided that I wanted to learn how to crochet, I decided to start with something easy - a full-sized afghan. So in the past, the Christmas Knitting has been an illness to be feared. The last year I had a Christmas Knitting phase, I made TechnoBoy park a mile away from his parents house for an hour while I finished the neckline of a sweater because I was NOT going to spend my entire Christmas visit holed up in a back bedroom knitting feverishly.

I am being more restrained this time. I have wool for one hat, one tube-y thingy that some places call a cowl and some places call a wimple, and the lady at the yarn store didn't think anyone would need a pattern for (what could go wrong there?), and three scarves. None of this is for anyone who reads this blog.

The only potential issue is I love the hat so much I don't think I'm giving it away. Not that I wear hats. But this one is so sweet I just might. (It just looks like a hat. It's the texture that is wooing me)

Also I am possibly staying up far too late knitting just for fun.

But it's good. It feels good to do something well, I love the texture I'm currently knitting with, it slides beautifully on the needles. I can barely tear myself away from it, it feels so good.

And it's calling me now.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

What I Loved About "Healing Waters", by Nancy Rue

(and Steve Arterburn, but the title of this post was getting a bit lengthy. My apologies)

This book is the second in a series of three centered around a Christian (psychologist? psychiatrist?), Sullivan Crisp. He has his own journey to navigate, but each book also features someone that he is counselling at the same time as he is dealing with his own issues.

The first book, Healing Stones, is about a married Christian professor who has an affair with a colleague at the Christian college they both work at, and it is one of the most necessary reads in the Christian fiction world. Even if you're not much into fiction.

The second book centers around a sharply intelligent woman named Lucia who also happens to be profoundly overweight. Lucia's self-image and eating issues are handled well, without diving into stereotype, and the plot has everything - a bit of mystery, strong characters that are easily identifiable, and two of the most engaging children I've read, recently. I cared about Lucia, and even the woman who seemed to be her antagonist, Sonia, but really ...oh, read the book. Even though my particular issues around food are different from hers, I understood Lucia. Many times I nodded in recognition. I loved her relationship with her niece, Bethany, and wow, did I want her to give herself a break.

Nancy's prose is adept - good reading from a purely literary viewpoint as well (eg "Silence sucked all the air from the room." Throw in a plane crash and a stalker, and this was one great read. I'm still thinking about it days later.

Can't wait for number 3!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

well that's disconcerting

According to sitemeter, the average number of readers per day has actually started declining while I've been posting every day. Not that I do this so people will read it. I do it because having nothing to say is no reason not to say it.

Annnd there goes another one.

Last one out, please turn out the lights.

Sunday, November 23, 2008


TechnoBoy, to two small boys lying talking in the dark: "It's after midnight, boys, time to go to sleep."

The reply? "We can't, we're bored."

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Another wordless post

Well, as wordless as I ever get ...

Mom's Weekend (see if you can guess what her last name is ;)

Friday, November 21, 2008

TechnoBoy's been scanning ...

...negatives of prints from 13 years ago. How cute is this?

Thursday, November 20, 2008

The best laid plans ....

so last week, I got really smart and booked a shave for the dog (she's got weird poodle/cocker hair, and is almost impossible to brush. And I don't clip her myself, because she uses all four of her legs on a daily basis, and would miss the one I would undoubtedly remove) at a place just down the street from my mom's new place. I was going to be so efficient. Drop the dog off, go to Mom's, walk up there with Mom when the dog was done ...soft music was likely going to play, and there would be sun.

Here's how that went.

8:00 am. ACK. Need to finish Mom's laundry before I go or her head will explode.

9:00 am. Oops. Fell asleep in the tub. Dash downstairs and throw clothes in the dryer, get dressed, cast a despairing glance at the dishes, check my e-mail, read a few blogs - ...

9:45 GASP. Is that the time? Decide to put Mom's dry clothes in the car and fold them in the parking lot before going in to the nursing home. (the one that wants to charge us $40/mo to do Mom's laundry for her)

9:46 Wow, that velour stuff sure doesn't dry well, does it.

9:47 Leave for the groomer's without the laundry. Drop the dog off late because of an altercation with a traffic circle. Ask when I can pick the dog up, thinking noon would be good. And ...three o'clock it is.

So I went back home and finished the laundry and took it back down to Mom's, and hung out there making her laugh until 2-ish, at which point I went home in order to be home when B got home from school. When he got home, I went back down and picked up the dog.

Three trips to Mom's neighbourhood. Wow that was efficient.

And the sun-sparkled walk? There was a howling north wind and the sun was in hiding.

And the dog tried to bite the groomers, so I got to pay extra.

And how was YOUR day?

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Follow up to yesterday's post

- apparently all three of the cordless phones were in the bedroom. What a stellar plan that was.

- laundry being done, dishes languishing as we speak

- apparently the universe reads my blog. Guess whose child called home at ten in the morning, asking to come home and go back to bed, what with the stomachache and all?

- no book action to report

- apparently the HandiBus is a shared system, so if you want to be somewhere at 4 pm, you might leave your place of residence at 2:30 pm, and go for a lovely wander through the rest of Calgary picking people up. This is fine as long as your attendant is aware of the need to be there early. Or earlier. Or earlier than that.

- and ahahahahah guess what? We didn't go after all - A was the child with the stomach ache, so she didn't wrestle today, so we didn't go to the meet.

- I was in a library today. Also on the Christmas wish list - Patricia McKillip's Bell of something something.

Good night. Tonight I plan to fall asleep with a Reader's Digest clutched in my fist. Last night I stayed up half the night reading JohnShore's account of how he and his wife were attacked by squirrels. (

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Light and momentary trouble

- two of my cordless phones are cuddled up together on my table. I will be so pleased about this when I'm looking for a phone later.

- all my dishes are done and all my clean laundry is folded.

- tomorrow I will have time to write. Shhh! Don't tell the universe, or it will send an interruption.

- I keep having visions of showing up at the page to write and finding the Village I left my people in (Village People - hee!) empty save for the wind whistling forlornly through it. It's been a very long time since the Novel and I spent any meaningful time together.

- the HandiBus system in this city mystifies me, what with registration numbers and you can't book before this many days ahead, but you must book THIS many days ahead, and sure you can bring your son but oops! not if you don't tell us when you book it, and by the way, YOU can't book it, the overworked nurse at your mother's nursing home must do it, but only until your mother has a registration number and hey! here's a registration number now that the nursing home has asked for one, wasn't that easy?, and why don't you just book the next trip right now, oh wait, it's too far away and don't tell us what time you want to leave the nursing home because how much sense does THAT make? Tell us when you want to BE there. I'm sorry there was a mistake with that. No we can't change that now, but you can cancel the booking and ask for a new one which you will almost certainly not get. Would you like to cancel that trip now? Right then, go outside and bury an unpeeled potato at precisely 11:07 pm, and you'll almost certainly maybe definitely get a ride for your mom. Have a nice day!

At least their phone number is easy to remember.

- seriously. HandiBus employee. Thank you very much for walking over to the FAX machine and finding the trip booking that the nursing home had to stop handing out pills to reFax to you, after I drove there because I couldn't get anyone on the phone at the nursing home because it was lunch time over there and things get busy and the first FAX from several days ago went missing (I think if the trip requests aren't in the Magic Window, (which for personal trips is seriously, HALF A DAY, because you can't book more than two days in advance, but you have to book by noon the day before you want to travel,) they just vaporize them.)

- Christmas wish list - WHEELCHAIR VAN.

Right then. Off to bed with a book which I will not read, because I am too tired, but I will lie down with my night light on and hold the book because I plan to read it just as soon as I am done resting my eyes for a few minutes. When TB comes to bed he will pry the drool-plastered book out of my hands and I will stop snoring and protest "I'm reading!" I could just leave the book on the nightstand but I think TB has come to love this little nightly routine (in much the same way as he tears up when he finds a pair of my dirty socks in the middle of the floor.)

Monday, November 17, 2008

See this is why I don't post every day

When I don't post, it's because I'm busy or braindead or both. Then comes this posting-every-day thing, and I post nonsense on a daily basis.

Like today.

Saturday, November 15, 2008


too tired to type, catch ya monday

Friday, November 14, 2008

Friday Five

A Post in Pictures

Edited to Add: Oh isn't that lovely. Blogger reversed them. There is no way on this earth that I am going to straighten that one out at this time of night. The captions should stay the same, the pictures should all be reversed.

Last unhurried morning at the Old Place.

Airport Shenanigans. We had to do something with the three hours SOMEBODY insisted on spending at the airport instead of SLEEPING. But I'm not bitter.


"Stick your tongue out", I said, so she did.

Homemade pumpkin pie, and the New Place.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

As promised ...

Reasons A rocks:

1. Wrestling season again. She won all three of her matches today, in about 30 seconds flat each time (often less), by pinning her opponent. And blushed when we praised her for it later.

2. When my Mom and I got to Mom's new room (did I mention? FIFTEEN minutes from my house, when I'm going the speed limit), there was a pumpkin pie on the night table to welcome my Mom. A has never made pie in her life, but found a recipe for pie crust on the Internet, and tried it out.

3. We had a pot luck lunch at church on Sunday, to welcome a Cambodian family who has just joined our little family. A got up early Sunday morning to look up Cambodian recipes on the Internet, and made coconut pound cake for them, so they'd have a food they could recognize in amongst everything else.

I wish I had just an OUNCE of her "Why Not?" attitude.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Random unrelated points

* Does anyone know how I can get my laundry caught up? Because I am seriously at a loss.

* Small boys who call me Mr [my last name]? There is no such thing as too many of those.

* Wow, do I like seeing my Mom every day. If you knew me in the years before my dad died, this would surprise me. It surprises me. Regularly, and with a considerable amount of delight. I drive away from the nursing home having spent two hours there, amazed at how fast the time went, and sorry to be leaving so soon.

* I got a postcard in the mail today that read "Frontenac House has received your manuscript." (Contest entry consisting of a book length poetry manuscript.) I stared at it for a very long time. I actually did it. Created an entire poetry manuscript. Mailed it away with nine hours to spare.

* My dog is cute, and needs a haircut.

* My son is also cute, and has rather more hair than he needs.

* Lying awake until 4 in the morning thinking about how easy it would be to steal the identity of a 71 year old woman in a nursing home makes the next day very very difficult, especially when it starts with someone shaking your foot, asking if they can take a shower, at 6:50 am.

Why does the child ask permission to shower? I have never refused to allow it. I encourage it. I welcome it. It makes me happy. Also, why does the child arise a full hour before leaving the house, when this child is capable of showering, eating breakfast and packing a lunch in 20 minutes flat? Why must I be conscious for any of this?

* That team totally deserved to be booted last week. READ THE FREAKING CLUE already. Even just once per leg, if more often is too taxing.

* I need a nap. And then a really good book, like Nancy Rue's Healing Waters, which isn't released yet, but is going to be awesome. Or The Face, or those three books about Joseph by Angela Hunt.

* TechnoBoy just walked by, did a double take, and said "Nice dress." He can stay.

* It IS a nice dress. It's a summer dress but I'm wearing it anyway, because it's all wispy and floaty and makes me feel nice.

* My daughter is amazing. She's so amazing, in fact, that you have to come back tomorrow and find out why.

* Also, congratulations, family that faith built. May the weeks between now and your travel date fly right by.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

The Veteran on the $10 bill

If you have a Canadian $10 bill, look at the back right side of the bill.

  • You will see an old veteran standing at attention near the Ottawa war memorial.
  • His name is Robert Metcalfe and he died at the age of 90. That he managed to live to that age is rather remarkable, given what happened in the   Second World War.
  • Born in England, he one of the 400,000 members of the British Expeditionary Force sent to the mainland where they found themselves facing the new German warfare technique - the Blitzkrieg.
  • He was treating a wounded comrade when he was hit in the legs by shrapnel. Enroute to hospital, his ambulance came under fire from a German tank, which then miraculously ceased fire.
  • Evacuated from Dunkirk on HMS Grenade, two of the sister ships with them were sunk.
  • Recovered, he was sent to allied campaigns in north Africa and Italy.
  • Enroute his ship was chased by the German battleship Bismarck. 
  • In North Africa he served under General Montgomery against the Desert Fox, Rommel
  • Sent into the Italian campaign, he met his future wife, a lieutenant and physiotherapist in a Canadian hospital.
  • They were married in the morning by the mayor of the Italian town, and again in the afternoon by a British padre. 
  • After the war they settled in Chatham where he went into politics and became the warden (chairman) of the county.

     At the age of 80 he wrote a book about his experiences and on his retirement he and his wife moved to Ottawa. One day out of the blue he received a call from a government official asking him to go downtown for a photo op. He wasn't told what the photo was for or why they chose him.

     "He had no idea he would be on the bill," his daughter said.

SOURCE: Ex Air Gunner's (Short Bursts) - September 2005 issue.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Forgot to say ...

my version of nablopomo involves not posting on sundays, because we attempt to be a computer free household on sunday.

apparently I'm trying for no caps on monday ...

Saturday, November 08, 2008


Thanks, everyone, for your encouraging comments on my last post.

and even though this is totally National Blog Cheating ...

I'm too tired to say type anything else.

Friday, November 07, 2008

As good as it is ...

...and it is rather good ...

when all is said is done, she's still someone's job.

I hate that.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Tonight ...

...when I kiss my mother good-bye and leave her alone in her one small room in a nursing home -

Not only will it be in a MUCH NICER nursing home than she's in, it will be to drive fifteen minutes to my house, not fourteen hours.

Tomorrow if she's craving a baked potato? I can bring her one, instead of promising to try to get her one at Christmas.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

By the time you read this ...

I will be off being a grown up two provinces east of here.

Throw up a prayer for all of us, okay? Mom and I both tend to wig out under pressure, and we will be in the same small space all day tomorrow trying to get all the details handled.


YAY!! and YIKES!

My Mom is moving from her nursing home in Manitoba to a nursing home a few short minutes from my house.

We are delighted, and deluged. there's a lot to arrange in the next few days, and I'm getting on a plane tomorrow at 6:30 am to go help at that end. Thursday we fly back to Calgary, and Friday morning, the morning of her birthday, she wakes up in her new home close to her kids and grandkids.

And God is good.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Big news!

Can't tell you about it, though, because if I don't post this RIGHT NOW (or in the next ten minutes) I will have missed the post-every-day thing THREE DAYS in, and really, I was hoping to last at least a week.

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Not that I was tired or anything

Let me just amend yesterday's post:

Already wrote TODAY's but THEN Blogger ate it.

(Although The Blogger might make an interesting antagonist in a novel.)

I had an awesome dream last night, about a challenging roadblock for The Amazing Race that wasn't really very challenging at all, and was totally sedentary and seriously lame, and in my dream, I was comforted by the fact that it was all a dream, plus I could totally make fun of myself about it on my blog. And then when I got up this morning I was tickled that I had something to blog about.

Except I totally forget what the roadblock was. The title of the post was "If I Was In Charge of The Amazing Race", however.

Also I hate to bury this under the kind of twaddle I just typed, but if any of you like fantasy, or more specifically Christian fantasy, you should totally read ...

Come back tomorrow and find out.

Saturday, November 01, 2008

Wait, what?

Oh this is starting off well.

One post per day, all month. Already wrote this month's, and the Blogger ate it.

1 down, 29 to go.