One day

 Wishing you all a thoughtful Thanksgiving.

Yesterday was quite frustrating and I'm trying to let it all go today.

The awning window in mom's bathroom is crammed with dried grass every year by a nutcase bug.  I saw a little blade sticking out and oblivious to common sense, cranked it open.  The wind blew all that crap into the bathroom.  What a mess.  New vacuum, outstanding pickup, but I can't adjust.  It fell over three times in a little bath when using a crevice tool, and I struck my head on the iron TP holder when getting up from the floor.  Massive headache.

So I sat for a while and decided to place orders for an extra pair of boots for the kids at the hugely reduced sale price.  All were sold out, every store I browsed, my fault.  Too many other issues and time slipped away.  Seems like yesterday I was bitching about November and it's ending.

 When your house is stained very dark and it's dark outside, even lights are sometimes not enough.  Distracted while we were discussing sister's situation, the garage door did not open on the first press and .... yep.   Boom.  This door is no longer made and the panel can't be replaced.  Impossible to find colors to match very dark monotone houses. Too cold to paint but the time of delivery cannot be offered, may not be until ?????  So I'm ticked after a morning of phone calls to companies that not only have no workers, have nothing to offer for months.  

And then, my fridge died.  It's a bottom freezer model that fits like a glove in a custom cabinet, counter depth.  My small kitchen demands it because any of the current models extend quite a bit and my butt would hit it when bending to open the oven door.  No appliances available here anyway, another item that would take six months.  High end models of built-ins cost more than my car.  We need more coolers but stores to purchase are not open today.  

We are often dropping what we are doing to drive over to check on Chris when he doesn't answer (type 1 diabetic with pump) and in the middle of dinner yesterday got calls from my brother's neighbor that he is not answering the door.  If they would have tried again, it would have saved us the trip.  He's fine.  We greatly appreciate people checking on others but bathrooms, basements, showers, sometime prevent hearing a visitor.

Taking low sodium treats, fruits, and such to Carole today, she is expecting everyone to go there.  The are four of us, two are going after lunch, and honestly, as much as this is breaking my heart, I can't deal with it.  I have matching wreaths and a tiny sweet tree for her but I'm sure as with everything else, it won't be right.  I don't know what I can do to help her deal with it all.  There is a difference between being compassionate and accommodating.  And either can weigh heavily.

The surgery will be soon and I need to increase my credit limit that started with installation of the mandated sewer project and additional monthly fee.  I have $10 left in my stash fund, and am so grateful the shop I purchased from allows returns so not much wasted on linen I didn't care for.  I hope the hotel will have openings that soon, others further into Pittsburgh are even higher in price.

I have much to be thankful for,

I have much to be sad about,

 I have much to be enraged about.

Don't we all?

Today we should focus on thankful.

We can bitch tomorrow.

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Balls of a different use

 Hi everyone.  First, the wool balls I was referring to are not the dryer balls.   Online sales for decorative snowballs of various size (some quite small) made from wool, are used in bowls and Christmas decor.  Personally, I hate the white crap regardless of the size of your balls.

I wanted to mention a problem with Rachel that I forgot needed adjusting.  I did not like the right side being two additional stitches from the outline than the left, so I reversed the left side chart and followed it on the right.  But once that page was over, I continued using the right side page, not the reversed left.  Uh-oh.  That threw vinegar in my oil.  The repeated main vine was moved which would of course throw off all other elements by two on successive pages.  So I removed the offenders and counted in from the outline to position the motifs the same as the other side, and all is well in my bitchdom.  

We had rain over the weekend and my Amazon order was handed to a neighbor by mistake, but I had no idea which.  Two days later, Chris came over and said there is a package on our grass alongside the road.  Yep.  It was too much trouble to pull in the drive and throw it on the porch, they threw it out the window.  No mail to retrieve, no newspaper delivery in the box, and no view from the house, so how could we see it?  Soaked.

Nothing to do with anything else but .....

very thin fried salami pieces for salad.

No good news from Pittsburgh today except for a few celebrating the loss of my voice.  She was in tears at the news that the pain and destruction will continue, requiring more trips to the hospital, and eventually another amputation.   Even if your remaining leg is tremendously painful, you are unable to hang it down to sit, can't use a wheelchair, will remain bedfast, it's hard to agree to the loss of both legs.  A prosthetic on one leg used to support/stabilize would assist transfer to wheelchair.  Her age and fact that she hasn't walked in eight months prohibits being fitted for two.  Extremely upsetting to her, I can't imagine.  I don't know when, that is her decision, but we need to make reservations again.  

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Wooly balls

 If you have pets, be very careful with the wool snowballs that are a big seller this year.  I read that several pups thought the little balls were for play or food and the wool felt stuck in their throats.  Please pass on to friends!

I have one more color to fill in the right border (still not stitching the white until the end), and will go back to removing the entire center motif including the wonky gold rice.  One of the reasons they aren't even or "firm", this area was frogged once before (thread was too light) and the same linen threads have been poked one time too many.  Another reason they lost their body is from dyeing and washing, which could have been a number of times.  I'll use Best Press to size and stabilize the linen threads, should help the stitches be more uniform.  Then, on to the house and beast.

We're going to Pittsburgh Monday for Carole's appointment.  

Very soon ..... December.  Closer to summer.

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Masking the truth

 Just a little tidbit, hope it offers a giggle.

I went to the store!  Got a haircut!  Visited Carole!  Then collapsed but I made it.

While walking to the check out, a man wearing a face mask said "hey, how's it going?".  Mark proceeded to tell him how sick I was, and I've seen how involved he gets in expressing this so continued down another aisle.  I didn't recognize the man nor want him to know about my body and its malfunctions, but knew Mark had shared the situation with friends.  Rounding another aisle to make my way back to the checkout, I see Mark still in conversation.  As I approached, the man said "I just heard your life story".  We wished him a good day and parted.  Mark asked "who was that?" 

Whoever he is, he knows me well and every detail of my miserable month.  I doubt he will ever casually ask how it's going to another shopper.  Damn masks.

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Hiding in plain sight

 Still working on Rachel and anxious to get to the bottom area, but there is a little sneak that keeps showing up.  See her peeking out?  Some times exposing just a corner, other times quite brazen, a few times in your face.  I don't want to conceal her.  She is studied at times as I do all charts (not instructions, just the chart) and I am afraid that she will disappear as most others do in the unorganized mess.

She's really pushing the button, I'm not mad, but getting anxious.  Next thing I'll be doing is pulling red threads.  I must resist!  Rachel will never be finished if I set her aside.  

I investigated the link for Optilight Martha was sweet to send about the latest treatment for dry eyes and it looks promising.  I even called my specialist for more information.  Not available here, but he checked more details and found that glands dead from Sjogrens don't revive (his opinion).  If I had a choice between treatment for eyes and mouth, I would definitely choose mouth.  Eyes can be soothed, even if needed every 15 minutes, but there is no product that can make eating enjoyable again or heal my tongue.  I appreciate the referral to this site, thank you Martha!  I'll continue to ask and investigate, never accept one opinion.  Unless it's mine because according to all that know me (and still speak to me) I know everything, and I'm always right.

Have a nice day folks.

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Rice

 One of the food items that is almost impossible for me to eat.  Even water with each mouthful, it sticks and will not go down.  Why isn't a liquid aid similar to saliva available?   Geez.

The rice stitch isn't much easier for me.  Please don't think that Krista was being critical, absolutely not the case, it was a comment about her Rachel finish.  I'm grateful that she did because I decided to change the large center flower since the white thread fill was not done yet.  The alphabet and band would not be noticed and will stay basic.  

I started on the center and proved once again that I have issue with tension and uniformity which is important for speciality stitches.  To me anyway.  After removing the flower, I will move to the right border for a bit.  Lots of appointments and I have to get to the facility for several things, Monday to Pittsburgh.  Then I will take my time and attempt neat rice stiches.  

I love these on sandwich, salad, anything.

Have a good day!

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