Those who came before.

I voted early this morning.  They were giving out great stickers at my polling location; after I read the fine print at the bottom to the poll watcher at the exit, she said I could take as many as I wanted.  I decided to be polite and just took the biographical ones:

As I left one of the candidate representatives outside called out "Thank you for voting!"  It always surprises me to hear it because I know what a privilege this is.  As the great-great-granddaughter of people who fled their country (think Fiddler on the Roof without the production values) to come here, I cannot imagine why I wouldn't vote.  Especially because these women had to fight for it on my behalf, even though they were fighting before I was born, and gained the right 101 years ago.

For me.  For us.

Tripping.

For the first time since March 9, 2020, I went on an airplane.  I have now been on five, thanks to a connecting flight and a total of two round trips.

The first, and most important one, was to visit family in North Carolina.  I went for ten days, working part of the time, taking off some time to be with the family, running errands, visiting my uncle at his new residence and meeting the administrator, and doing other things.  I saw my brother's new house and land, including my sister-in-law's she-shed and my brother's workshop, and the rooms belonging to their college-aged girls, and the one for the cats.

I didn't take family pictures (we're mostly private) but I did take a number of selfies while I was out walking on some of the days.  I signed up for the Livingston Wong Memorial 5K because a friend works with that organization, and since I often walk 5K of a morning, it's not anything that strains me.  I actually did it three times - once didn't count because I did it the day before the walk week began.  I wore the same shirt for the walks, washing it between of course:

 

 

I am not good at taking selfies.

Then yesterday, Hallowe'en, I zipped down to Baltimore to see a friend.  Southwest has a program where the high-level frequent flyers can maintain their status with two round trips taken in a certain timeframe, as opposed to having to fly many trips in a year.  I used to get the status by July, but not this year!  So I thought of just flying down and turning around, but this was more fun.  As my friend reported it:

You guys! I had such a wonderful day! I have this online-only knit group that I have been a member of for more than 15 years. In the beginning I was a moderator of that group. The group’s owner, Margo Lynn, travels a lot for work, and once, about 11 years ago or so she was blowing through BWI and so we met for brunch. Fast forward to now. Because of the pandemic our group has expanded to include a Sunday Night Zoom, which has become a highlight of my still mostly isolated week. One night a few weeks ago I was knitting on my Silk Garden Santa hat right before the Zoom was supposed to start. And my yarn broke, right in the middle of a cable cross. Grrrr! I was so mad when I signed on for the meeting that night I said the project was going in timeout and that since it had broken in a decrease section on the hat (that is, not actually having to be stretched over my head at that juncture) that I had half a mind to just glue the stupid ends together and be done with it. Of course I was (only half) kidding, but my knit friends would hear nothing of it. I had lots of offers to fix the knitting for me. Margo Lynn even said she could come down (FROM CONNECTICUT!) for the day and fix my knitting and leave. I was like, whaaaat? Really? I had no idea she would really do a thing like that but bright and early this morning there we were, picking her up at BWI! We made a quick run to Starbucks on the way back to the house and my knitting was fixed before 10 a.m. We had a

lovely time

together. I showed her some of my many WIPs that she has only seen glimpses of online. She met Bonny the Cat, who NEVER comes out when company comes, but somehow decided that Margo Lynn must be ok, and we had a wonderful lunch together. By 3:15 we were headed back to the airport, and Margo Lynn was safely home in time for our Sunday Night Zoom. (Oh, and check out this amazing skein of Spun Right Round yarn that Margo Lynn brought me. She said she had found it a few years ago and it screamed, “me.” And she’d been hanging onto it should the day come that we would see each other again. For like, years. How cool is that??) Thanks, Margo Lynn, for a wonderful day, and for creating such a fabulous memory together!!

I was "The Blue Screen of Hallowe'en", and have a motherboard mask but didn't wear it in the photo.

Mini-Resolutions Report

Not much progress.  I took the Magical Miniskeins sock to North Carolina and did nothing on it.  I did get to the lace part of the Q3 MAL shawl and am debating whether to add a few more rows to the body, and thus another repeat of the lace pattern.  I've decided to replace the lace pattern on the Omega Shawl with something I like better, or I may just keep working it as a solid item.

I did finish a book (My Dear Hamilton, which I donated to the library at the clubhouse of my parents' community, along with the other book about the Hamiltons that I finally was able to return), and found The Ballad of Frankie Silver which I think I'll work on finishing next.

I checked the beginning-of-year KnitTalk Resolutions list and I said I would knit the Falling Leaves Cardigan this year.  I guess I should cast on, shouldn't I?

Unseasonably October

The weather has been warm and mostly sunny, so I've enjoyed going out for walks and doing things outside when possible.  We've had some cold and rainy days, of course, and I think more are coming tomorrow or Monday, but most of this week has been very nice and I've gotten a walk outside nearly every day.  One day I was working too much, and with the days getting shorter I wasn't able to get a walk on either end.  The farmstand is winding down the season, though; at the end of the month they close for two-and-a-half weeks, opening for the holidays, then close until spring.

Today was the New York Sheep & Wool Festival in Rhinebeck, and I know many people who went, but I didn't.  I'm still mostly avoiding crowds, plus nobody invited me to join a group.  In the past some knitters from this area went, but I haven't been in town for several years on the correct weekend, then last year the event cancelled.  It was fun to go with a group, maybe another year I'll do it again.

Mid-Month Resolutions Report

No progress on the second sock or the Omega Shawl.  I've decided I don't like the lace design in the pattern so I will do something else.  I've been finishing a number of charity items, so it's not as if my needles and hooks have been idle.  I keep starting things, I need to finish a few that aren't for charity!  My grandmother was raving about the shawls I've made for her, so it gave me incentive to start another.  I've had a cake of Caron's Latte Cakes waiting for the right time, and found a crocheted shawl that uses just one cake, so have it started:

Yes it doesn't look like much so far.  During the week it's easier to do the mindless items; this requires a bit of focus, and not just because of the yarn.  I'll work more on it tomorrow, and hopefully get the rhythm.  The bobbles are the kind of silly touch my grandmother seems to enjoy.

A Texas Tribute

Have I mentioned lately that one benefit of the pandemic is that so many arts events have moved online, or now to a hybrid presentation, that I can attend them even when far away?  I love the Dallas Winds and was only rarely lucky to be in town on performance night since I moved from the area.  This year, I've been able to enjoy a number of concerts, including tonight's extra-special one:

An additional bonus of the livestream is that you get to re-listen (or rewatch) for a day or a few days or a week, so if you really liked something, you get to hear it again.  Which I will be doing tomorrow.

Mini-Resolutions for October

I am making progress on current projects, not on UFOs.  On the KnitTalk list this is "Aftober" nicknamed after a woman who started a number of years ago to encourage people to finish their UFOs before holiday projects take over.  Maybe I'll get the second sock finished before it gets cold enough to wear the pair.

I am continuing to read books, and this being Banned Books Week I looked for a title to read from the most recent list.  It's amazing how many classics appear there:  The Bluest Eye, To Kill A Mockingbird, Of Mice and Men, and of course The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.  I found an article and video addressing the last one that you might want to view.  And when you're done, go read a banned or challenged book, preferably one you haven't read before.  Or one you haven't read in a long time, if you'd rather shop your shelves or if your local library still has limited access.

Third year, exponentially

Today was the Third Annual Knitting in the Pasture With Sheep event, and the weather for it was glorious.  It's just a bunch of people in a pasture with a flock of sheep for a couple of hours, the humans talking and knitting (or crocheting) and the sheep running through periodically.  Last year they were calmer and checked out what we were working on, but last year was cold and rainy and we reached only 47 persons, which was three times what we'd had the first year.

The official picture in 2020, just before it poured rain and the humans left.

This year, the final count was 230 humans.  That's around six persons to each sheep, so no wonder they were a bit freaked out and preferred to hide in the corners of the field.

My friend took this photo - you can just barely see me near the solar panels.
Look for somebody in black with this shirt.  There were so many of us that other than
the official group photo, many of us took video to document all the humans.

I took a hat on a circular needle in a very appropriate project bag (they call it a 'yarn pouch'):

The pattern is Barleylight by Tin Can Knits.  I'd started it, realized that it was coming out too big, so instead of my morning walk I quickly frogged and cast on, and by the end of the event the ribbing was done.  Yarn is some random handdyed from my stash that was wound and has no tag.

I had fun.

Mid-Month Resolutions Update

I managed to get a hand-sprain at the beginning of the month, so fiber work was curtained, and thus no progress to speak of on UFOs or my KnitTalk Q3 Make-Along project.  As you can see, I am doing better, and I've been focusing on items for the group that collects for orphans in Kazakhstan.  I want to get the box filled and shipped and be done - then I see somebody needs mittens, or whatever, and I happen to have yarn that I want to use up, and so........

I have been reading, though.  The current book is My Dear Hamilton which is thick in the number of pages but flimsy in physical construction.  It's not an intellectually heavy read, but interesting in the character studies it presents.  I'm about a third of the way through.

End of Summer.

An acquaintance posted this bit from a New York Times newsletter this morning, which she said "really says it all":

Greetings from the middle of a strange holiday weekend. It was meant to be, for some of us, the end not just of unofficial summer but of many of the protocols meant to keep us safe from the coronavirus — a time to return to commuting, perhaps to an office, to the rhythms of what passed for normal life back in 2019. Until it wasn’t. We’re still masking, still anxious about breakthroughs, still unsure what’s going to happen with the children’s schooling, still worried about the future, still unsettled in the present.

Labor Day Weekend is a reset, generally. This year, the button will not click.

Today is the first Sunday of the month, and last month was the first time since March 2020 that there was a brunch at my friend William's house.  He called on Wednesday evening to say that with the numbers rising again, he decided to cancel this month, and we'll see what happens next month.  My guess is that with the colder weather coming, he won't attempt a brunch again until spring.

I'd planned to do an apple upside-down honey cake, because tomorrow begins Rosh Hashonnah, which is the start of the Jewish new year.  Many of you may remember that I began the mini-resolutions because it can be hard to promise something for a year, or the rest of your life, but you can do it for a month.  Recently mine have mostly been a ticklist of whether I have accomplished any of the ones I originally proposed, or made any headway.  Headway = yes; accomplishment = no.

Feels like a Year.

It's been a difficult few weeks.

I don't usually post about personal things, but in the Spring of 2019 I became legally responsible for my uncle, my father's baby brother, when he fell ill during a trip to the mainland and was diagnosed with both Parkinson's and dementia.  We were lucky he was here, where we could move him into a care facility, and with the help of many people (because Hawai'i, and they do such things) we were able to sell his condo, donate his car and furniture, and get his personal items to the facility for his use.  I ended up being there for a very fast four days to sign things and take care of final matters such as collecting items from his safety deposit box and ensuring all his accounts were closed.

This past July 4th weekend, my uncle took a turn, as they say.  We scrambled to get aides to assist with his care while finding a more supportive facility - and this while COVID-19 numbers soared and places went into lockdown.  Bless my parents, who live near my uncle's facility and did much of the legwork visiting locations and organizing movers, while I authorized and conferred and worried.  My uncle seemed to settle in well to his new home - and then began to fall.

With the assistance of staff at the new care home we've figured out that my uncle may be deciding he needs to go to bed, and instead of calling for assistance simply goes himself.  However, with his physical debility he cannot do it unassisted, and so falls.  They are working out a regime and we may have to move him to the memory care wing much sooner than expected.

And I am doing all of this long-distance, as the family is adamant that I shouldn't travel down there given the COVID-19 numbers.  Mostly the facilities wouldn't let me in, and my parents (who are mostly retired at this point) are happy to help, but it's difficult for me given my sense of responsibility.  So I fret.

I'm writing all this to offer kudos and thanks to a friend for his book, Her Final Year, co-written with another care-giver, where they summarize their families' journeys and decisions.  It's free to download on the first of the month (as are all his books) but worth buying if you need it.

In addition, I haven't seen my grandmother since February 2020 and she is clearly fading, and it breaks my heart.  Tonight a friend is doing one of his bimonthly online concerts, and months ago I started to call my grandmother on those evenings so we can listen to the concert together.  I turn up the speakers and arrange the phone and she enjoys it.  When I type a message that we're listening, he gives her a shoutout and I tease them both about her being a groupie.

Mini-Resolution Report

I managed to sprain my right hand a week or so ago, and that slowed my ability to do needlework.  Luckily I'd finished my niece's bolero, although I forgot to take a photo of the finished item as I was rushing to get to the Post Office.  This is the last one I have, with a closeup:

Not much progress otherwise on UFOs, especially given the difficulty to hold very fine needles.  I did a few rows on the Omega Shawl while "on vacation" via a virtual trip to Antarctica, but I'm in the lace border and that requires too much concentration while attending lectures and landings.  The virtual trip was a lot of fun, I learned quite a lot, and someday I would like to go there for real.  In the After Times.

I'm not going to add anything other than progress on my KnitTalk Q3 Make-Along project, which I started and was able to work on a bit during the virtual trip:

The theme is five, either ounces of yarn or colours.  This shawl should take about five ounces total of Patons Lace in Calypso Coral and Patons Lace Sequin in Smoky Quartz.  It's further along than in the photo but also set aside while my hand heals.