My goal was to blog at least once a month. I was doing pretty well, and then -- May happened. I'm not really sure WHAT happened, but it's near the end of June, so I need to get skippy and get back on track.
Probably lots to cover; I just have to think about it.
Orange Foolious...
Those who refuse to read (or understand) history are indeed doomed to repeat it. In the War-Not-War-Temper-Tantrum, we're either bombing the crap out of Iran or we're not. All in a 20-minute span of time. After he ripped up the Obama agreement - because, you know, black guy negotiated it and Orange Foolious hates him with a burning passion - he wrote his own. Or someone did. And it gave Iran EVERYthing. All. The. Things. All the things that Obama had withheld for our benefit. But hey, who needs to worry - because The Great Deal Maker has spoken.
Ha.
Emanuel Macron deserves a medal. He got that doddering old fart to sign the "agreement," not a treaty or anything actually legally BINDING, but a "memorandum of agreement," at the Palace of Versailles.
You know, where the Nazis surrendered.
Foolious was totally impressed by Versailles. Who wouldn't be? But you know him - slap gold on it, and it's all good. He had no inkling of the optics. He was dazzled by the Hall of Mirrors and all the gold. He was unaware of the history that was made there, and oblivious to history HE was making there. And not in a good way.
This MOU is basically surrender by the US. Iran got all the things they wanted, including, basically, reparations, AND the right to charge tolls thru the Strait of Hormuz.
Give an idiot a pen and a microphone...
I hear now that Congress finally passed a War Powers petition. Of course Fetterman objected. Four Repubs, including Susan "Concerned" Collins and Lisa "I need to think about it" Murkowski, crossed over to sign with the Dems.
Of course, this will likely be taken up with the bought-and-paid-for SCOTUS, so we shall see if it even holds water.
The Knitting...
It's been a busy bit here. I was making good progress on the white Sophie Hood, but FINALLY heard from Kid #1 about the colors for the wedding afghan.Did I tell you that Kid #1 eloped? Yep. So, as per usual, I wanted to do an afghan and it seemedto take forever to get their favorite colors. I set the Sophie aside, and picked a pattern called "Panel Throw" from Plymouth because I'm again using Encore Worsted, my go-to afghan yarn. It's a 5-panel throw, and I decided to add a twist to it. I'm using a dark pewter to outline each knitted panel, and that pewter will be crocheted, so that I can link the panels together.
First off, my seaming skills suck. Second, I want this used, so I want something stronger than a mattress join. And third, with the colors I'm using, I feel like the pewter will make this look a bit like stained glass, which will be cool.
The colors are Sunflower and Shamrock Heather. They said "green & yellow," which is, frankly, not MY fave. Because either the colors look like a baby afghan or they look like the Green Bay Packers. These aren't easy colors to work with. But I think the two of them are ok. I ran this by my friend J, and she said, "I don't like them." I said, "Well, that's good, because it's not for you!"
Mind you, I'm not jazzed myself, but I think in the end, it'll look good. The panelsare elongated diamonds, and the initial pattern had tassels. Nope. I don't do those. The body of each panel is 49" long, so it's going to be a nice sized throw. With the addition of the grey, it will be a tad bigger as well.
Nerdy Notes: Encore Worsted, Color 9862 (Sunflower) - 2 skeins; Color 389 (pewter for trim) - 3 skeins; Color 6004 (Shamrock Heather) - 3 skeins. Size 8 square circular needles (24" cord). I'm fairly sure I have too much of the pewter, but I also know crochet takes about 3x the yarn that knitting does...so I can always use grey tones anyway. Pattern: Soft Serve Panel Throw (free).
It's a mindless knit after you get 36 stitches on the needles. Which is nice. At the end, you decrease till you have 3 stitches, so it's a beginner pattern, considering. And -- it's a challenge, because your tension has to be pretty even. My granny used to say that you could do all the "fancy" stuff you wanted, but "it's the plain stuff where your skill shows." And she wasn't wrong.
I did have a small tragedy. My square circulars -- the cord broke. I dropped like 9 or 10 stitches, and had to frog back a couple rows. I use a 24" cord, which is easy on the hands. I had to switch, temporarily, to a 16" cord while Hubby attempted a repair. The 16" is easy for hats, but for this, it was a bit cumbersome.
It's fixed now, and I'm plugging along. I've got about 31" done on the Sunflower, so we'll see how this goes. We're planning to go out there in September, but I sincerely doubt that this will be done by then - I'm monogamous with this - not knitting ANYTHING till this is done. So A's chicken will wait. I did have to order yarn for it, so while I was ordering this, I got hers.
I did finish the Opal socks. They turned out well - the lilac color is quite close to the pink that I made ages ago, so it's hard to tell them apart if you're not paying attention. They fit nicely and I hope to get back to socks, the Sophie and the two chickens soon. I'll dig up a pic of the socks for next month...
The needlework will wait. I also found BABY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT CHICKENS. Oh. My. I have the pattern and while I'd love to whack out a flock of these for my teachers at the studio, I'm not sure how that will happen. They'll be rainbow chickens if I do get to them, though. They're about the size of a 12" softball, for reference.
Retreat...
So I went on a retreat for our women's group, and it was up in Adrian, MI. I didn't take a lot of pictures; one of the other gals did, which is nice. Most of the time, I'm taking pictures, but this time, I just wanted to be a participant.
The retreat center was lovely. I got outside on the last evening, and was able to walk their (very big) labyrinth, and just move around. You know how you need to move once you've been sitting all day? That felt good.
My room was nice, except for one thing. The AC was broken. I thought it was cold in there, but I don't mind that - I like cold. It didn't really occur to me. So Friday night, I get myself tucked into bed, and things go pear-shaped from there: The AC cycles on every 20-30 minutes. Every. Half. Hour. And BOOM! It starts. The cycle ends, and another BOOM! -- like someone's breaking into my room. Every time I was just drifting off, the thing knocked so loudly, it woke me back up.
We're in a convent. That's seriously some big security. Doors are locked, people are badged, it's pretty safe. I knew in my head that it was the AC, but in that little "lizard brain" part of my mind, I felt like someone was trying to get in. So needless to say, I slept nary a wink. I was able to get a different room, thankfully they weren't completely full up!
I took a workshop on iconography, which has always been an interest of mine. Of course, we didn't do a full-blown icon - that takes about a week, if not more! We did a simple one. It's not museum-quality, but you know what? I got some great insight on how the process works. The woman who taught it is a Deacon in the Episcopal Church, and has studied with Russian experts as well as Byzantine and Greek artists. Her work is stunning!The one thing I'd do differently would be that I would not "flip" the image. The initial drawing had Our Lady facing to the left, but many of us flipped it to the right, as Marcia (our instructor) had done hers. That made the outlining process a lot harder. Even though I'm ambidexterous, I had a hard time figuring out what was what. I should have just left it like it was. I did add a few things, but I figure nobody's going to toss lightning bolts at me...hopefully!
There's a whole process for this craft, and it's very meditative. I would love to take another of her workshops, and I'm hoping to do so in the autumn.
We all hated the food...it just wasn't good. On Friday night there was pizza, and we had enough of that left over (it was good) that several of us took a piece to munch on for our ride home. We all left before noon on Sunday. I pulled into a rest stop about an hour into the drive to eat my pizza and a banana. (This matters...)
Got back on the road, and when we hit the Indiana border, the heavens opened. It started out in fits and starts, but about halfway through, we were all going about 40 mph with our flashers on - on I-80, where if you're under 75 mph in normal weather, you're going too slowly.
After a couple harrowing hours driving among big trucks which were sending up enough spray to really challenge my wipers and the idiot drivers who not only didn't slow down but wouldn't put their headlights on, I ended up pulling off at the Gary exit, reprogrammed my GPS and took back roads the rest of the way home. I didn't realize how much I was gripping the wheel and how tense I was!
Monday morning, I was supposed to meet a friend...and I just felt --- off. Well. Let's just say it was a lot like colonoscopy prep. All day. Hubby finally made me eat something, and that was a big mistake. Tuesday around 2 a.m. THAT came up the OTHER way.
That's a horrible decision to have to make -- which end lands on the toilet???
I stayed home Tuesday, and Wednesday got a doctor's appointment. It seems like I had a case of food poisoning. There was nothing bacterial or viral in my blood or urine tests. And the pizza I grabbed? It was tucked into a bag, not sitting in the sun, and it wasn't out so long that it would've gotten bad. (that's where that timing matters)
I have no idea - nobody else had this happen, because I asked. I lost 7 lbs., which was not good, because with having A-fib in the first place, the drop in electrolytes can be a problem.
I'm all better now, my weight is back where it was. I had to postpone my weekly shot, but now I'm back on track.
Health Overall...
So I went shopping for new bras. I'd been putting it off. I'm convinced that this is as traumatic as shopping for a bathing suit. The girls are deflated, 50 lbs. lighter, and I'm older, so gravity is taking its toll.
On the way out, I saw a t-shirt that I adored. I love "The Starry Night" and I bought the shirt. It's a JUNIOR size. I have NEVER worn a "junior" sized anything! I'm pretty jazzed about that.
I think I'll be doing maintenance in a few months. I have been hanging at the same weight for a while now, and it's time.
My BP is in a good place. My energy is great - I'm doing more at the barn and today I took a walk all by myself... (I suck at motivation some days, so this is a big deal...) and the only thing I could wish for is better sleep.
That, though -- that's kind of a victim of the existential crap floating around in our world today. I do what I can.
I did a Yoga & Horses class this past weekend, and I've been approached to TEACH one - which will be fun. I got to work with Tater, one of my "boys" whose stalls I clean each weekend. He's such a cutie, and I enjoyed getting to work with him more.
Random Picture...
Well. My car turned 100,000 miles on the trip. She's showing her age, but we're going to wait a few years to make sure that we're in a good place for me to get a new one. I'm looking at a Subaru Forester. I've always wanted one, and since I'm now looking at overall safety as I get older, I think this is a good choice. There's enough room to haul Basil if needed, and enough room for my barn stuff. I'm not an off-road person, though I do some short travel. We're looking at a hybrid, so waiting a few years is a good idea, to let the tech settle.
Hubby has a hybrid, and it's a Toyota, which has had a history for several years with good results in the hybrid arena. While Subaru has a lot of the Toyota tech, I still want to wait a bit to see how things go.
Any Subaru owners out there? Your opinion is welcome!

































