Now that the funeral is behind us, I'd like to share the two items in memory of my Mom for those who are interested or those who missed the event. First is this video and second is my contribution to her memorial service. They are in two separate posts due to technical difficulties (here's the…

"I get the last word. Something that got me in trouble as a kid. I was at the funeral of a co-worker several years back and her teenage daughter got up and gave a powerful heartfelt eulogy to her mother. Hating public speaking myself, I thought how could she get up there and speak at…

I do need to update this blog. I can't figure out an excuse for not doing so. The kids are out of the house, not for the evening; they all maintain their own household, for now. I still work the same full time hours. Extenuating circumstances dictate that I don't knit as much. So what…

In the injury induced absence of knitting I was on a creative quest. Popovers. Soda can sized airy puffs, right from the oven, melted butter on top. A restaurant near my childhood home specialized in popovers. For you Brits, they have the same ingredients as Yorkshire Puddings, but cooked in a different pan. Yorkies baked…

Remember him? Now one course away from his undergrad degree in film making, the boy, who had such a hard time getting through high school, is pitching for a feature length documentary. The primary purpose of this post is an ask – to distribute this far and wide, social networks, contacts who might have an…

Walking downtown, on my way for a consultation with a hand surgeon, the result of my Maui Owie, I noticed the telephone poles paper bombed: A hour later, after my appointment, there had been some takers: I took one. Can you guess? Courage. Primarily for wrist/arm surgery scheduled for the end of June. Right side.…

Better late than never. Some favourite Palm Springs vacation pictures from February. Lynn at Lake Cahuilla: Chuck at the wine tasting fund raiser at the Empire Polo Club, deeply discounted because the polo ponies were quarantined for Equine Herpes. A case of the truth being stranger than fiction. After a few more tastes of wine: Another…

I felt like I was being watched. Way way up in the trees in the corner of our lot, something caught my eye: Zooming in we see the culprit: The dilemma: Twice before, our electricity has gone out because the raccoons nest near the power lines for warmth. Somehow they chew through the wires without…

Indulge me…I'm the grandmother. Besides, there's knitting content:

Here we are the day before, in a nearby national park, doing some Canadian winter walking to encourage my daughter's labour to start: I think that baby's dropped: It worked! Next day we were off to the hospital, and dear baby Rye Christian made his debut 11 mintues late. 12:11 a.m. March 10, 2011, 8…