Category Archives: Crochet

Be A Ghost

When Ethan is in a particular mood, on most afternoons after school, he perseverates on a certain topic.

‘You die mom?’

‘Mom, your dead. Be a ghost.’

‘Mom? Gonna die, mom?’

‘Mom? Mom. I love grandma. I love dad. I love Gabby-boy. Not you – I ‘X’ you.’

Then he makes the sound you would hear if you gave an incorrect answer on a game show.

Peals of laughter commence – only from Ethan, of course.

He goes on and on about me becoming a ghost and haunting our present house. He maintains that it will then become a ‘Spooky House’. He tells me that I am ‘old’ and ‘yucky’. He rarely expresses this about Dennis – and he is old and yucky too!

Sometimes I ignore him – to the extent that it is possible to ignore Ethan. If he chooses, he can keep this up for hours. Sometimes I respond.

‘Yes, E, we are all going to die.’

‘Yes, E, if given the opportunity I will definitely haunt you.’

‘Ethan, if I die, who is going to make the food and do the laundry?’

He says he’s going to take over. Maybe he could start that now?

He has expressed these sentiments from the time he was very young. We can come up with no good reason for this particular behavior – or so many like it. It is inexplicable – like so much about him.

It is a hobby, a habit, a compulsion. My mom is often concerned that it upsets me. It does not. I recently had a compassionate friend concerned that it is hurtful. I am not sure why it does not bother me. I don’t believe that he secretly hates me and also, a lot of what Ethan does is confounding. It is far from the most difficult facet of his quirky self.

It’s fine. I love Ethan enough for the both of us. And if it turns out that it is, in fact, possible to haunt him or become a ghost when I die – I’m in.

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“It’s how you ride the trail that counts.”

~ Dale Evans (Rogers)

Did you know that Roy Rogers and Dale Evans had a baby girl with Down Syndrome? This book is a little beauty.

Indoor Activities

We are busy here. I think we are trying to move. Strange words to use in a sentence about moving – ‘think’ and ‘try’. But it’s true. The market is unpredictable and there are not too many houses that I would leave our current house for. Right now, the count is at 1 – and it is in town. But, we are cleaning, culling, redecorating, carpeting and painting none-the-less. Let’s see what happens.

Otherwise, I would crochet all day if that was possible because it is one of the rare times that I can think in a straight line (or in rounds). It just feels good. Late at night I get a chance to  sit down and here are some products of that stress-relieving activity. DSC05066 DSC05069 DSC05067 DSC05071 DSC05074 (1)The patterns are here, here and here.

There are other mundane activities and way to many of them are occurring within my own four walls.

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Teeth

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I LOVE Ethan’s artwork

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My very 1st Kombucha brew. I received a SCOBY as a gift from a friend

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He insists the cat loves him

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Serious ‘Poke’ play at The Only Game in Town

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King & Queen of the Hill

10 days until Spring. I hope it’s not a rumor.

What If?

DSC04562What if I want to spend my whole day crocheting?

I did not know this could happen to me when I picked up a crochet hook a year ago. Now that I have been through the basics, one of my New Year’s resolutions is to improve my skills and take this hobby to the next level.

What if this book is igniting a stitching passion?

The way Erika Knight talks about yarn has inspired the least-artsy person around? I even visited a ‘real’ yarn store and I am really starting to ‘get it’. I am working through this gorgeous book and loving every minute of it.

What if a dishcloth can be ridiculously beautiful, completely meditative and very satisfying? It can even dry the dishes.

DSC04565What if my New Year’s resolutions are on an actual piece of paper, pinned to the kitchen wall, and were edited by my friends and family and I am now very attached to it?

DSC04566I wrote it for myself and mistakenly took it out of my drawer during our annual New Year’s Eve party. I wanted to look at one entry and accidentally left it on the counter. Not only did I expose my secrets and silly wishes – but left them open to being altered.

What if I want to do them all? Stay tuned.

What if I am beginning to suspect that something I hold really near and dear – a holy cow of sorts – a way of life, even – was suddenly or not so suddenly working for one of my kids?

What if what *I* want does not line up with something that one of my beloved, little cherubs might need?

What if even putting one foot in front of the other, while investigating the possible ways to mitigate the things that are not working, is terribly uncomfortable?

What if…