RIP Buddy Wiseheart

So much love, my three-legged companion;
So brave, so joyful, so much happy devotion,
You were truly much more than
This woman’s best friend.

Buddy “Dog Star” Wiseheart
Fall 2004/Winter 2005  -to-  August 25, 2015

buddy watching squirrel

We loved you.
You loved us more.
(We’re sorry the cats wouldn’t let you herd them.)

mom that was tasty

mom, that banana was soooo tasty!

buddy smile 2

Best Dog Smile Ever

Festive Buddy

Festive Buddy

hanging in the hood

Hangin’ in the Wiseheart ‘Hood

 Your Story

Born: Louisiana, USA – Fall 2004/Winter 2005

buddy face window

Survived: Hurricane Katrina – Landfall, August 25, 2005

Before the amputation

Before the amputation

Adopted: Loveland Humane Society, Loveland, CO – March, 2006

me and buddy

So happy together…

Moved with his family: Milton, Ontario, Canada – August, 2009

buddy driver

Moved with his family: Bolton, Ontario, Canada – June, 2010

buddy helps 2

“The three-legged star of Nancy Street”

buddy scarf

Moved with his family: Orangeville, Ontario, Canada – July, 2015

buddy curled up

Relocated to Heaven – August 25, 2015

buddy rolling

Much beloved, he gave us so much more than we could ever give him
his devotion to us was whole-hearted;
his joy in life was
His gift to us and
our gift from God

In our hearts always and forever:
Buddy, we love you and are so grateful you chose us
to share your life, your home, your heart
We could not have asked for better.
Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again…
We miss you already.

With all our love,
(save us a place on the grass!)

Your moms, Sandi & Melody;
your faithful tribe of cats: Dusty, Zoé, and Tim;
and beloved Rainbow Tribe members
Sparrow (RIP August 2009) and Amber (RIP 2008)

Buddy’s Web Page: His Story

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Progress Report: All the Things

We are The People of the Box these days.

We unpack, and the pile does not get any smaller. We unpack yet again, and still the mountain looms large, even when the basement door is closed.

We are Doomed.

I am curious. Are some of you sending your basement/garage boxen to us? That is truly generous of you, but really. Thanks. We’re good here.

House Musings

I wanted to put up a birdfeeder, since my Mom taught me that a birdfeeder was an absolute necessity in order to get in good with the neighboring critters. (One wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of a house finch, I’m told.)

birdhouse backyard

See? Cheerful little bird café, on its own little wrought-iron fancy pole.

Guess what I learned.

Squirrels like birdseed VERY much.

squirrel eating

Buddy does not like squirrels on his property.

buddy watching squirrel

Buddy is powerless to do anything about this…and for now, so am I.

persistent

I did learn one thing, however.

birdhouse moved

I moved the birdhouse far away from Things Squirrels Could Climb On.

Silly me.

The next morning, I caught sight of one little black scamp shimmying up that pole as bold as brass.

I don’t have a photo for that one. I was too busy running outside and waving my arms and hollering. 

Once I scared away the squirrel, the crows were delighted to accept my hospitality.

No photo here, either. Same reason. Too busy hollering.

I don’t want the CROWS to eat the suet and seed, I want the charming little chickadees and momma cardinal who live in the trees to be my guests.

I’ve read the experts. I know squirrels are going to be my persistent and ever-lasting enemy. But crows? Really?

I am girding my loins.

Found in Sandi’s Garden

first rose

This is the Very First Rose.

Meaning, when we moved in, it was a stick, and we weren’t sure what it wanted to be. However, it was in a place of honour in the main flowerbed, so we watered it and weeded and hoped it wanted to be something awesome.

One day, there it was. One perfect yellow rose.

I know there’s something nibbling on it. I don’t know what that is, but I have the Internet, I will conquer that foe just as I have conquered certain Weedly Things lately.

And then, yesterday, there was this:

beautiful

I was open-mouthed with joy when I saw this lovely bloom. The bush it is on is center-stage in the flowerbed, so I figured it would be something special.

There are dozens of buds on that bush.

I am so grateful for the glory of the garden today.

It’s Sunday, I have to go get dressed, so no Chispas this morning. But I couldn’t resist sharing a bit of my morning garden with you all today.

And now, here comes the sunrise over my east-facing garden beds…

peace this day,
Sandi

P.S. Book Recommendation: If you have not yet discovered Anne Bishop‘s work, you have a treat awaiting you. I read the trilogy starting with Written in Red first, and wow. (Warning: the books are trigger-heavy if you have any cutting in your history.) Now, I have started the Tir Alainn series, beginning with The Pillars of the World. Stay-up-all-night warnings apply. (And wait! There’s more! A third series, The Black Jewels, is supposed to be equally excellent.)

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in which wiseheart still knits

It’s true. Fortunately, I have proof:

Zoë the cat is Not Amused

Zoë the cat is Not Amused

Hm. Not the best model, perhaps; she does tend to have An Attitude.

Plus, methinks she is getting ready to shred that lovely yarn to pieces.

Jen worked hard to dye that yarn.

Shredded yarn would make Jen VERY unhappy. I love Jen and want Jen to be happy. Therefore….perhaps I ought to rethink.

How about this one?

Shambala sm

That’s our rocking horse, Shambayla. She is rather easy-going, and seems quite happy to be wearing the bottom skirt section of the Mirabor Cardi, my latest project.

Designer: Hilary Smith Callis, AKA The Yarniad.

Yarn: Holiday Yarns Super Sheep DK, 100% superwash merino, in one of my favourite colours, Persephone.

Here’s the general idea of what it might look like when it grows up:

Mirabor Cardi

Pretty, simple, extremely useful, and comfortable. What more could one ask from a pattern? (Thank you, O Yarniad!)

What else are you knitting, O Sandi of Pacaville?

Believe it or not, for about two months in June and July, that was the only knitting project I was working on. Moving house and back problems put a tiny cramp in my crafting life. At some point in the endless parade of Boxen and Cheap Tape Rollers, I realized that I was just not going to be able to wrangle more than one project until things settled down a bit. I had to Make A Choice. (OH THE DRAMAZ!)

Thus, as I went from room to room packing everything, I tossed any on-the-loose project bags, WIPs, or UFO’s into a largish cardboard box. (Those wee green aliens in their cute little UFO’s, manohman! They grumble and chitter and complain so MUCH I almost put a cat in there with them to make them behave.)

Tim getting ready to do battle with the wee green aliens and their UFO's

Tim getting ready to do battle with the wee green aliens and their UFO’s

The box, despite being large, needed a bit of creative arranging before it would close. I will note that I had taken out all the needles, leaving neat lifelines woven through the stitches (I am not as stupid as I used to be, thank heavens), along with little notes such as Addi Lace, size U.S. 3/3.25 mm, 36″.  However, before I taped the box shut, I sorted through its contents until I found that elusive Thing every knitter yearns to find: The Perfect On-The-Go Project.

P.S. Really, WordPress? Really? You will not let me type “3.25mm” without adding a conversion equivalent to every instance? I shall so be hunting down this little “feature” and turning it off….

In Search Of…

(Anyone else remember this fun TV series narrated in part by Spock, er, I mean, Leonard Nimoy, LLAP?)

People’s individual requirements for The Perfect OTG Project differ, of course, but there are commonalities:

  1. The majority of the knitting itself much be utterly and completely mindless.
  2. One ought to be able to get thorough large swaths of the knitting without having to refer to charts, written instructions, or elaborate forms of Keeping Track of Where One Is.
  3. A small fancy stitch pattern, with a short repeat and an easily memorable rhythm, may be tolerable and even desirable, just to keep one from falling asleep.
  4. Preferably, one ought not to have to use fourteen 5″ double-pointed glove needles and six different colours in one row to get the job done.
  5. Project must fit into a standard project bag which can then be easily shoved into purse, day bag, beach tote, or glove compartment.

Many knitters choose socks as their go-to about-town knitting project. I decided against socks, for the simple reasons that (a) I feared more than one needle would be a disaster just asking to happen; (b) I strongly dislike the one-needle magic loop method of knitting socks; and (c) I had just ripped out all my sock UFOs in order to safely store all my lovely wood dpns for the move. (Don’t worry, there weren’t any earth-shatteringly gorgeous pre-socks in there, I promise.)

As one does, I decided none of my present projects were Worthy, and so I cast on for a completely new project, the red Mirabor cardi.

The silly part of this story is…

I wrote this entire post two weeks ago. I pressed Draft instead of Publish, got distracted, and didn’t realize until a week or so later that it wasn’t up on the blog. Know what the Big Clue was? Absolutely no comments whatsoever. None.

That is sooooo not like you folks ;)

CHISPAS

  • Is it happy where you are? This guy developed a way to measure the happiness/unhappiness of a particular location-based on the last 100 Tweets sent from within a 1 mile radius. Right now, for me here at home, the Happy Index is zero. Does this mean no one within a mile of me ever Tweets? Or so seldom as to be negligible? Interesting.
  • I almost feel guilty for sending you to this uh, kinda sorta gender-stereotypical website. Almost. Well, OK, no. I don’t feel one bit guilty about sending you there. It’s just too damn funny. (P.S. Could someone who knows artwork better than I tell me if these are real artworks or Photoshop magic? Wait, no. I want them to be real, so please don’t spoil my Happy Place. Thank you.
  • Oh, no. Turns out that particular blogger/essayist has a whole series of Art Commentaries. Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, anyone? (Warning: Most of this could be considered offensive to at least five people within a mile of you. Tweet about your outrage and influence your town’s Happy Score!)
  • Because everyone deserves a list of photos of the 30 Cutest Baby Animals As of Today Anyway. Yes, I could have spread these out over 30 posts, but why wait? Besides, this is major smiley food, here, my friends. Enjoy.

 Someday, I might just publish a version of a post using all the Official Spelling and  Grammar Check suggestions instead of whatever I myself had written. Hilarious.

More pictures next time, promise. When one is working on only one knitting project, one can only take so many photos before insanity sets in. (Too late?)

peace and laughter,
Sandi

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Live from Orangeville, Ontario!

Hello, there. Me again.

At physio, in Unicorn Pose

At physio, in Unicorn Pose. I don’t know what it says about me that the only recent photo I can come up with is me with a needle sticking out of my brain.

I’ve been working on a post for you for the past few weeks—struggling with it, editing and re-editing, really taking it to the mat to show who’s boss.

I finally got the darn thing done, complete with photos. I decided to make a cup of coffee before final review and posting. Went off, ground my beans, performed my usual French press ritual of brown smooth goodness, and then, warm mug in hand, toddled back to my computer.

I sat down, and discovered that a very interesting thing had occurred while I was off French-Pressing: my labour-of-love post had become BORING. Boring. All that writing, and editing, and yet more editing had just edited the life right out of that post.

Let’s begin afresh, shall we?

Welcome to Wiseheart Cottage!

Wiseheart Cottage 2015Yep, we’re homeowners now. Or rather, mortgage owners, to be precise.

We love this house. It has a serenity about it, and when you are inside it, or wandering around the garden, the place has an odd calming effect on both Melody and I.

It looks huge. I keep thinking, what about conspicuous consumption? What about living simply, walking lightly upon the earth? What about the PROPERTY TAXES?!

Nevermind all that for now, I suppose: It’s ours. We shall have plenty of time to ponder the philosophical ramifications of all that lovely money we handed over a few weeks back; meanwhile, we hope that the house will not be a solitary hermitage, but rather a place to celebrate all that is good with family and friends.

The house claimed us about fifteen minutes after we first entered the front door, about the time we g0t to the back of the house and saw this:

M_kitchen 2
By the time Melody was looking out the kitchen window, we had our realtor already on the phone to the seller’s agent putting in an official offer.

The back of the house is one big open room.

M_breakfast rm 2If you stand in the breakfast area there and turn around, this is what you see:

M_family rm 2 There is, of course, more: upstairs, downstairs, bathrooms, the whole thing. But I will save photos of those for later, because now it is time for a new game I’ve come up with for you.

Friend or Foe: Name That Plant

I have never, ever, EVER, had a garden in my entire life. The previous co-owner of this house had a really good pair of gardening shears and knew how to use them. Upon seeing the lovely flowering plants all ’round, the lush bushes, the charming trees, my first thought was, “Please, God, do not let me kill any of this, at least not in the first year.”

In other words, I do not know Plant Friend from Plant Foe. I have been weeding a little bit each day, and here’s my weeding strategy: If it spreads out like a starfish low to the ground and looks a bit prickly, it is a FOE and it must GO. If it is a tiny cluster of Random Plantness that looks kind of nervous and out of place, as though it realizes it does not bear a familial resemblance to anything nearby, AND if it has no flowers, buds, fruit, or other redeeming qualities, then my logic says FOE and it, too, must GO. (I often pray whilst dragging these sorts out of the ground that I am not destroying some rare herb whose seeds not only can cure cancer, but can banish diarrhea forever, change the hearts of public nose-pickers, and knock sense into politicians of our choosing. With my luck, the rare herb would be the last speciman of its kind, and there’d I’d be, making Zee Wondur Plantz extinct.)

This is where you come in. I have several Growing Things whom I am fairly certain are Unwelcome Guests in my garden, but I’m not certain enough to go in with my purple gardening gloves and completely decimate them, using their roots to floss my teeth…oh, wow, Sandi, waaaayy out of hand, here, girlfriend. Just breathe and stop right there, there’s a good girl.

This post’s mystery plant is here:

Weed or Wonder?

Weed or Wonder?

And that, my friends, is probably enough for now.

We have so much to catch up on: what I am spinning for this year’s Tour de Fleece, what I am attempting to knit, despite 7 rip-out sessions, a quilt or two to show off, and the fleeces that came with me to the new house.

Till then, just two Chispas for your entertainment and inspiration:

  • I hope this allays your fears. It also may bring to an end the careers of thousands of young adult dystopian end-of-the world authors. Sorry about that. That’s the way the cookie crumbles, I guess.
  • Read this. And then, because you will be powerless to resist, go ahead and read the entire thing from the beginning. Go ahead. We’ll wait. There’s no shame here, not really. Especially since I’ve read the entire series TWICE.

much love and hope,
Sandi

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What news heareth thee, pray tell?

Today is the first day since early November that I have been able to walk outside in short sleeves, no sweater or coat needed. It’s in the mid-forties Farenheit, but to most of the GTA, it feels as though Spring might actually happen.

To help move things along a little, I pieced together a brightly coloured block, and I mean eye-searingly bright.



Very Bright Quilt Square

Eventually, there will be other squares in similar colourways, and someday, there may even be a Quilt. Meanwhile, Melody and I are girding our loins for our next big adventure: We are thinking of buying a house.

Melody and I still want to go back to the States, but her job hunt hasn’t merited any cakes and wine this year. 

Add that to the fact that we finally have been granted Permanent Resident (PR) status in Canada, AND the fact that our landlords have chosen not to renew our lease (last day is June 30) so that they can sell the house, and well, there’s an invitation to Adventure if ever I heard one.

For the curious: PR status means we can stay in Canada indefinitely, with all the benefits other Canadians have—except, of course, that we cannot vote. We have to live in Canada 3 out of every 4 years (I think I’ve got that right), and we are eligible to apply for Canadian citizenship in about two years. 

I write that, and inside I’m shocked a bit: Wait a minute. We moved here temporarily. The Canadian Job Adventure was only supposed to last 2 years, max, and then we’d be on our way back home where we belong.

And now we’re permanent residents? Now we could be Canadian citizens in three years or so? What the hell happened?

Life happened, as usual. Blink your eyes, and Pow! Bang! Shazam! Life has showered you with magic arrows, all labelled “Surprise!”.

And this time, the final magic arrow said, “time to move house, you wacky kids!”

So we are going to our bank, and then seeing a mortgage broker (good to compare) and while Melody gets jerked around by deals with the traditional Toronto Universities’ Winter Strike, I have been glued to websites, scrolling through the “Properties for Sale” listings, looking for something we might be able to both tolerate and afford. (I am also looking at rentals, just in case.) We’re first-time buyers, and I have a little notebook full of advice from current homeowners: get your own inspector, shop for mortgages, research the neighbourhood, time the commute, find the grocery store, and so on. It’s pretty daunting, and we’re taking this at a slower pace than we’d like, simply because we are learning.

It is no wonder I am obsessed by House Quilts.







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Making 2015

First of all…

This is not me. This is a symbolic representation of my inner California girl attempting to hibernate. I figure: It's good enough for the California grizzly bears, must be good enough for me.

This is not me. This is a symbolic representation of my inner California girl,  attempting to hibernate. I figure: It’s good enough for the California grizzly bears, must be good enough for me.

Dear Tamara, I just want you to know that I did not actually dig a hole in the snowbank and tuck myself inside. I do love you and all my readers very much, but perhaps I am more hard-hearted than anyone realizes. Not only did I steal borrow that photo off the interwebs, but I stole borrowed it from someone who actually DID dig herself a hole and crawled into it. She, whomever she is, is the courageous and selfless one, the one with the wet coat, the icy jeans, and the adorable pink boots. I am the selfish one sitting here all cozy at my desk, dog on my feet, cat attempting to be a wrist rest. Also, alack and alas, I lack adorable pink boots. Thank you for having such a high opinion of me that you thought I might really have done such a selfless act, all in the name of a fuller blog experience for all you nice people. It saddens me that I am not quite THAT selfless. Please allow me to distract you from my shortcomings with pretty pictures of yarn and yarnly pursuits. Love, Sandi

Making

Usually, around this time of year, I do a wrap-up of the projects completed last year, and perform a quick peek into the crystal ball to see what I might do this year. So, I checked my project page, searched for the “end2014” tag, and came up with ONE finished object: My Hiro cardigan.

Taken almost one year ago to the day: Jan 24, 2014.

Taken almost one year ago to the day: Jan 24, 2014.

I was knitting other things last year, I swear it. Really I was. Truly. I Did So Knit. As I look back, though, I realize that what I was actually doing was Sampling. I knit a bit on this, I cast on for that and knit on that for a bit, I did a sleeve here and a mitten there. Same with my spinning: I have at least a dozen spindles with a few ounces each of something fluffy and wonderful…but not completed. I travelled for nearly three months, and all along the way, I visited shop booth after shop booth, wandered from one yarn to another, and one spindle to another, as though the trip were one long Wool Buffet. It was Grand. Tons of fun. I have photos to show you of some of the goodies that jumped into my car from here to North Carolina.

However, I thought it might be fun to talk about the Eternal Now, you know, as in what I am working on today, heck, this week even. Live in the present and all that.

JB Basket small 4

That is a cowl. A big, chunky-wool, large-sized-needles, cowl. A gift cowl. A not-for-me-but-cozy-on-someone-else’s-neck-someday cowl. It’s not often I knit gifts for people. Oh, wait. That’s not true. I very often start knitting gifts for people, particularly the people I love. It is even possible that the closer I hold you in my heart, the more projects I will start for you. Finishing these acts of love, these handmade heart messages, well. That’s a different story.

However, this cowl has a Redeeming Saving Grace. The person I am making this for is someone whom I do not know well. I’ve met her, but I don’t know her. She’s a friend of Melody’s; Melody asked me to make this cowl for Z, so I’m making it. There is a Very Important Distinction here: I am making this for Someone Else, a near-stranger. I am NOT making this for Melody. That distinction is important, because the fact that the cowl is intended for a stranger quadruples its chances of an actual bind-off occurring in its near future. (Lucky cowl.)

The Usual Pertinent Details

– Pattern: #103 Lucscious Cabled Cowl (#SWB-L00103 is the mysterious code printed on the instructions)

– Source: SweaterBabe.com

– Yarn: Paton’s Shetland Chunky, 75% Acrylic, 25% Wool, 148 yds per ball.

– Needles: U.S. Size 10/6.0 mm circs, 24″, two sets.

– Number of skeins/balls required: I’m about a third of the way through and on my third ball of yarn. So, I’ll need probably 9-10 balls total. However, the pattern page says the entire cowl requires only 274 yds of Bulky yarn. I swear I’ve used 2.5 balls, or 370 yds already, of my teal green bulky yarn. I’ve done 4 repeats, the pattern calls for 12-13 repeats. If I have 8 repeats remaining, I will need about 555 more yards for a pattern which calls for only  274 yards.

Aren’t I clever, then?

C’mon, Sandi, You Made a Mod. Fess Up, We Know You Did.

Well, I may have modded. Probably. Oh, OK, I modified the pattern because I simply could not help my darn self. It’s a VERY simple patten, one which at first glance seems completely safe from any Sandi Meddling. One casts on at the back neck, knits back and forth in rows a length which wraps around the neck once or twice, and then one binds off. The beginning and the end are then grafted together, and there you have it, a beautiful smooshy cowl. It’s basically a lovely chunky scarf with its ends sewn together.

And that did it. That Word. That “Scarf” word. Perhaps you remember that Things Scarf and I are not on speaking terms for the rest of my life. Perhaps you may recall several posts along the way, wisely coming up with gentle, but pithy, epithets against Scarf, all things related to Scarf (those short straight needles that glow in the dark come to mind), and the horse Scarf rode in on.

candy squares

A Quilt is most Definitely Not A Scarf. Besides: I will never Confirm nor Deny that I am working on this Quilt.

Of course, once the word Scarf entered my head, I just couldn’t knit the darn thing. But the pattern (aside from its Inner Scarf qualities) is awesome and perfect. Thus (you see where this is headed, I am sure): I converted the Scarf Thing, knit back and forth in rows, to a Cowl Object, knit in the round. I had to finagle a reasonable stitch count, of course, and I had to get over my grief at not having every other row/round be a purl row/round, but I’m pretty much over both by now. Yes, the cables “point” up and down (vertically) rather than around and around (horizontally), but I think they look fine. Yes, one cannot do the double-wrap-around-the-neck trick that feels so cozy in the winter (minus 15C here today, how about you?). However, I am making the cowl long enough so that one can scrunch it down around one’s neck and chin, or, should one’s balding pate be chilly, one can tug the top of the cowl up and over one’s head, covering one’s stylish baldness and lending an air of Medieval Monkishness to one’s personal winter fashion choices.

So that’s One Project I am working on. I am trying to focus my magpie desires a bit this year, working on only one knitting project (socks don’t count, do they?), one quilting project, one spinning project, and so on, thereby increasing my chances of having more than one object with the “end2015” tag affixed to it in my project pages.

Chispas

1. Discuss: 2014-02-21 all cats have Asp

2. Fascinating Science: The Halfsider Bird. It’s not a male. It’s not a female. It’s not a neuter. It’s half male, half female. Somehow. Yes, really.

3. Traditional Bloggy Dose of Baby Cuteness

baby lambgoat in arms

Quick quiz: Sheep or Goat? Regardless: Belleh rub!

4. In Which Rants Are Fun: It’s amusing (sometimes…) to rant at the sexist clothing industry, which, in order to preserve a clear view of womanly sexy curves, plus any sexy womanly panty lines, refuses to put pockets in women’s clothing. This pocket-lack frequently leads to women being without  the correct Useful Tool at the correct Useful Time (have you tried to find anything in your purse lately? Quickly, I mean?). Ladies, I give you Our Revenge.

Last but never least: Tim crawled into one of my handknit cowls the other day, tried for three seconds to wiggle out, and then realized he had discovered paradise: a blankie he could carry around with him, from one heater vent to the next.

office help w cowl There you have it, an actual Real Blog Post, organically grown right here in Bolton, Ontario, Canada. Be well. Laugh as much as you can. Love always.

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Dear Flannery

Hi there, Flannery! I hope you still remember me; we met at SAFF in Asheville, NC, a few months back. I didn’t get much of a chance to chat back then, as it was a fibre festival and there were silk fumes and all. However, despite all the Oooh Shiny around us, you made a big impression on me, and I just wanted to let you know I’ve been thinking about you ever since we met.

I didn’t even get a photo with you. HOW LAMEOID IS THAT?

Here’s a photo of me, in an attempt to set the balance of the universe right again.

selfie

I thought that since I haven’t posted in a while, it might be fun to start off the new year with a gratitude: Even though we only had a few minutes when we met, Ms. Flannery, that few moments with you made a big difference for me; my first gratitude of 2015 is therefore for a young woman named Flannery who lives somewhere in the NC area; I think you know who you are. I still smile when I think of you.

alpaca chullo

This little dudette also makes me smile. She has two chullo hats just her size. Note the ear openings…

 

You see, meeting you helped to personalize this blog thang that I do, or rather don’t do as much as I might like. Real people read these words. Some people, not knowing what happened to me after I left Interweave, have spent considerable amounts of time looking for me, and they send me delighted emails when they find this blog. And I am so sad that 2014 has largely been one big huge Writer’s Block for me. I’ve struggled with this quite a bit, as most of you know, and it’s getting to the point where I feel like part of me is missing because I am not posting.

Gotta admit that I am rather tired of that particular feeling. Plus, my trip down south introduced me to Flannery, and a few others whom I’ll introduce to you as we go along; folks who reminded me that when I let go of something that is a joy for me, I am, in a way, abandoning the friends and family around me who connect to that joy as well.

The main floor of the arena at SAFF/NC. Yes, I am taking the photo from the second story of booths. Yes, it is HUGE.

The main floor of the arena at SAFF/NC. Yes, I am taking the photo from the second story of booths. Yes, it is HUGE.

However, new year, new possibilities. I realized today that I was starting to pull back into my winter hermitage, and that was certainly no fun last year, so I’m trying something different. I’m making a calendar for myself for blog post topics, and There Will Be A New Post Once a Week. I will pick a publishing day-of-the-week, and try to stick to that as if I had my editor standing at my desk, pointing at her watch, tapping her foot, reciting “blueline, blueline” in a pseudo-patient voice. (“Blueline” is when the staff of a magazine get the proofs from the publishing house and have their absolutely last chance to get things corrected or inserted before the copy goes to press.)

We’ll see how it goes. My intentions are (gently) focused on that goal, and I really think any efforts in this direction are going to help. Better than not trying, right?

Goodbye 2014

It’s been two months solid of zoomzoom here at Chez Sandita, and here January 1, 2015, was five days ago, and I would very much like to know where the heck December 2014 went, if you don’t mind me asking.

I think I missed December. Plus, I'm getting my new purple coat all wet.

I think I missed December. Plus, I’m getting my new purple coat all wet.

I vaguely remember doctor appointments. And the UPS folks constantly ringing our bell. Windstorms. Wearing two pairs of socks day after day, only to have yet two more pairs develop Holes in them from overuse. (I think I must have Velociraptor claws on my heels.)

I got The Flu on Dec. 23, which is a brilliant way of guaranteeing one’s Christmas will be spent on the sofa with not only one box of tissues, but a backup box under the table, as well as a bag of menthol suckie candies and approving Cat Overlords draped on top of one (“STAY, human, stay. You are finally in your proper role as Cat Mattress Heater. Never get up.”)

I was too sick to open presents. I ate a little turkey, a little homemade cranberry sauce, a little pie, then it was back to the sofa with me.

I slept for five days straight. Even now, ten days later, if I try and do much of anything, like, oh, go to church, or have lunch with someone, I end up falling asleep on the sofa again afterwards. Apparently, this flu is the Popular Flu going around this year, and the sleeping thing just goes on and on for a couple of weeks or more. (Imagine my elation upon hearing this.)

I slept through Christmas, more or less. The first time I felt conscious enough to open the gifts under the tree was New Year’s Eve, in fact. It was kind of a fun way to spend NYE, what with the dog and cats playing with the coloured paper, and TimCat and ZoëCat having to personally inspect every box-like item.

a fine tree indeed

We have an adorable tree, one which ended up decorated in a “woodland/farmland animal” theme, with hedgehogs and sheep and moose and mice and bears; even the above needle-felted alpaca I bought at SAFF found herself a place on the tree.

alpaca hedgehog moose

All right, 2015, here we come. Hope you have some goodness in store for all of us this year.

Chispas

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