Not the Debbie kind, you knitters, but the extreme happiness variety, a spiritual joy maybe. I gave my niece and her new husband a wedding card, one I picked up on the run, with the improbable message: Love, bliss, forever. Being the practical godmother to this child, I wrote on the inside “Probably not bliss,…

You know the saying, often attributed to Shakespeare, but really the creation of William Congreve. The origin is not important, but in Harmony Minnesota there is an excellent illustration of a woman scorned resulting in a fury of purple paint. Last fall I wrote about Austin’s Mohair farm with the proliferation of purple items. Adirondack…

If Print O’the Wave could earn points, it would have a free flight by now. This trip I promise not to pull it out of the knitting bag sans needles at the airport. Maybe my next post will have an FO. It’s off the Minnesota for a family wedding. We’ve already hit the Yarn Garage.…

What is it about the magic of music that can transport you back in time and plop you right down into vivid scenes of your past (I needed a back in time photo for this post – that’s my high school). When I hear Hitch’n a Ride I’m laughing hysterically in the back seat of…

Of course it’s about the boy. On his last day of school he stopped by my office announcing that it was time for his yearly summer rebellion. He grabbed a sticky note from my desk and suggested we make a web diagram of his past rebellious behaviour and brainstorm a few more. I told him…

So far it’s a regular summer weekend here in BC. Woke up to hear Gracee yelp one sharp bark. She was telling a big ol’ bear that this was her property, not his. Just like the storm watcher type I was in my Omaha days, I ran for my camera to no avail. The bear…

What’s missing from this picture? Look carefully, this is our driveway in the middle of the night: What’s missing? Here’s the story: Last night, back pain, tossing and turning watching the clock: midnight, 1:00, 2:00, 3:00. You know how that goes? 3:20 – I hear an engine idling in the driveway. Must be the paper…

This is story about my middle child. Once upon a time, as a little one at McDonald’s, she had a thought. If I can breath through my mouth and breath through my nose, and suck though my mouth, I can probably suck through my nose. Can you picture the next step? Yes she shoved the…

The older I get the more practice I get moving on after accepting those “oh well” moments. Not a bad thing. We had twofer tickets to see the Producers tonight. I really thought I needed some therapeutic belly laughs, but some poor soul has needs greater than chuckles. There’s a “distraught woman” perched on the…

I found this lovely quote from the Talmud today. Believe it or not I had never heard it before. Must have spent too much time in Catholic School. But its simple message quieted my distraught knitting soul: Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, “Grow, grow.” I’m off with…