THE KNITTER- THAT’S ME

4 05 2012

I have already told you how terrible I am at sewing.  Well, that is nothing to compare with knitting.  I had already taken classes in quilting and while there, they were demonstrating a knitting machine.  Well, that one was for me.  I could just see myself making all these beautiful sweaters for me and all my family.  Oh, what fun it would be.  And that wonder of wonders machine just did it all by itself, almost.  All I had to do was put it together, figure out what all that instruction meant and I would be in business.

Well, I bought the machine and paid for it up front because I just knew it would pay for itself real quick.  Then I bought all the attachments.  Not very much more. And then I bought all the yarn I would need to learn.  That wasn’t just a whole lot either.  And then I hurried home to begin knitting like a pro.  That’s what the lady told me.  She was the one who had sold me the machine.

I went back for the instructions that were included with the sale.  And I learned how to thread the machine with the beautiful yarn.  That wasn’t too hard to learn.  See, I just knew I could do this one. Now, all I had to do was learn the terminology – that foreign language- that everyone else seems to be born with.

I put the thing-a-ma-jig on the machine and threaded the yarn through all the holes they had told me.  Then I ran the thing across the carriage and it worked!  Oh boy! I was really going to love this.  I practiced quite a lot on moving that thing across the needles. And it worked every time.  I wasn’t making anything yet, but I was on my way. No doubt about that.

Then I actually made a sweater for myself at the knitting machine shop.  It would have been perfect except for those little holes here and there.  But I figured I could probably repair them only I didn’t know how, so guess I will just forget that anyway.  Too busy learning other things by this time.  I suppose I could iron some flower patches on those holes and the sweater would be good enough to wear at home – if I took up painting the house.

But I moved on.  Nothing was going to stop me now.  I did make quite a few things, just nothing that was worth wearing.  I made one of the children a little dress and it was really cute.  Sort of crooked, but cute.  And I made a couple of throws, just straight knitting for that.  They didn’t look very good but hey – I’m just learning here.

The only problem was that I was always learning, still learning.   I moved the knitting machine to another room where I could see out the window while knitting.  And then in the Spring, my neighbor sat on his deck right in front of the window.  I’m sure he thought I was spying on him but I wasn’t.  I was there first, you know.  But it sort of took the fun out of reacting to my mistakes if someone could see me scream.

I kept on trying and trying and trying, but I wasn’t much smarter at knitting than I was at sewing.  I finally decided to move it down to the laundry room where I spent a lot of time every day anyway. This thing takes up a lot of room, about 8′ across the room by the time you have to have enough room to remove that thing-a-ma-jig that sometimes reaches the end of the machine.  Sometimes I have to put it back on without losing any stitches and that is almost impossible.  In fact it is impossible.  And if anyone started talking to me while I was knitting, I would invariably drop a stitch and then the conversation would be over and I would be upset and that was enough of that.

I finally moved it all the way out to the garage and took it apart.  I had all sorts of attachments by now and lots and lots of yarn.  I told a lady where I had bought some yarn that I was interested in selling it.  She just could not believe anyone would want to sell their knitting machine.  So I sold it all to her. Gladly.

Think I’ll take up gardening.  I know how to dig holes and watch dead flowers.  I can do that really well.

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DEAR GOD: THANK YOU FOR THE CHILD JESUS

16 04 2012

There are so many things going on in my life right now.  Makes me almost overwhelmed so I try not to think about all the individual things and instead focus on the big picture and just know that I will do the best I can in my life every day.  And I also know that God is always with me and holds me by the hand and walks with me all the way.   So I try to remember to Trust in Jesus and get on with whatever needs to be done.

Right now, there are too many issues to even remember.  One family member having trouble with his eyesight. Several grandchildren graduating this spring and more in December.  And they are all going their separate ways and beginning their own lives.  Several of my families are on vacation or going on vacation or just coming home from vacation.  It is hard to remember who went where and when they went and when they are coming back.

And then we have weddings coming up and that calls for showers and presents and all that good stuff.  In between all that is Mother’s Day and more birthdays and lots of family together times.  I love those.  They are always such fun.  We all have a great sense of humor and use it to our best advantage.  It is always fun and lots of laughter.  And we truly love each other and it shows through on our every occasion to be together.  God has truly blessed me in this family.

Right now, there are a couple of medical issues going on in the family and those, too, will be addressed when it is time and we have to live through them.   Once again, I try to make myself Trust in Jesus and put my hand in His and walk with Him every step of my way.  Always something going on.  I just try to keep my head on straight and my memory intact  (and that ain’t easy to do sometimes).

Meanwhile, I have been praying just as hard and fast as I possibly can.  Need lots of prayers just to keep going some days.  But I will do just that.  No matter what comes down the pike.

One particular prayer that I meditate on is the Chaplet of the Infant Jesus.  This is just a small Rosary.  The first three prayers are said with one Our Father for the Infant Jesus, one for The Blessed Virgin Mary, and one for St. Joseph.  Then a Hail Mary prayer is said on each of 12 beads while meditating on Jesus’ life as a Child.  I say the first one while thinking of Mary sitting in a chair holding her Infant Son, the second also holding  the Child but he is about 2 years old now.  The third one of Jesus about the age of 3 kicking his feet on the chair while sitting with His Mother.  Then the fourth one with the Child Jesus fidgeting just a little more.  At age 5, He is standing beside the chair swinging on the arm;   age 6, He is walking away but looking back at His Mother.  Then age 7, He is walking further away and no longer looking back.  Age 8, He turns once again to look back and then age 9, He is at the top of a hill hurrying to see what is on the other side.  The other side is all downhill with 3 figures waiting for Him.  I assume this is The Father, The Son, and the Holy Spirit.  The Child hurries down the hill towards them.  Now, I have no idea exactly where these pictures in my mind come from nor why I have them.  I just thoroughly enjoy the depictions while I meditate upon them and say those Hail Mary prayers.   And somehow, after I have been there and said those prayers, things are just a little bit better for me.

Years ago, when I was having some particularly awful difficulties an elderly lady at my parish church told me to pray to the Child Jesus.  She said that He would always answer my prayers.  I had a lot of occasions to do that and I always remembered her words.  And you know what – He really does answer those prayers over and over again.

So I am so grateful to pray to the Infant Child Jesus and to know that He does hear me.  Dear God:  Thank You for the Child Jesus.  What a blessing this is.





DEAR GOD: THANK YOU AGAIN

2 03 2012

Woke up this morning and the whole world had changed again.  Those daffodils/jonquils had drooped their heads and are getting ready to call it a day.  But in their place, the Bartlett Pear trees have all burst into bloom.  Lovely white blooms cover the whole town.  And sitting right below them are the Japonicas with their orange and red blossoms.  And the Forsythia has stretched out its arms in all directions with beautiful yellow flowers all over the place.  Even a few of the Azaleas are blooming now with various colors from red to pink and purple and even some of the white.  Mingled in with that are the red and purple leaves of the Barberries.

It is truly, truly beautiful outside today.  Thank You, Dear God once again.  You provide us with such overwhelming glorious color to make our world even better.

Think I will open all the windows and doors today and let some of that beautiful sunshine come right on in.  But then, I just remembered that the pollen will be coming in, too.  So guess I’ll just have to watch this beautiful world from inside the window.  But that’s alright.  It’s still beautiful and I appreciate being able to enjoy it.  Hope you do, too.





FROZEN DAFFODILS

13 02 2012

Out here in my world it is time for the Annual Frozen Daffodil Festival.  This phrase was not coined by me but by a columnist in one of our local newspapers many years ago.  And it is so true.  Of course we don’t really have a festival, but we sure have the frozen daffodils.

Every year it is the same.  We have this Springtime right in the middle of the winter months.   The temperature will hover around 60 for about 10 days and all the flowers begin to think Spring has arrived early.  A Crocus pops its head up with a tiny yellow bloom.  The Daffodils come up in all their lovely glory and soon we have yards full of the beautiful yellow flowers.  And then sometimes we also have trees that would like to bloom with buds showing everywhere.  And just the other day, I saw a Hyacinth come up in my own flower garden. Today, an Azalea had one bud on it that was open enough to see the color.

And then, then, then, we have a cold snap that zaps everything in sight.  The Daffodils are standing upright being held that way by the snow at their feet.  The snow is covering all but the yellow flowers  blooming above the white snow.  The trees are drooping with the ice that has formed on their branches.  And the Crocus blooms have all but disappeared.  Can’t find the Hyacinth under that snow. And that poor Azalea is drooping big time.

So, it has arrived once again.  Our Annual Frozen Daffodil Festival.  If we are lucky, the cold snap will disappear as quickly as it came and the flowers will once again be blooming every day.  Have to wait and see.  If the weather takes a turn for the freezer, then everything will finally droop away.  Hope Spring does come soon.  Enough of this false hope and wishing for those flowers.  We just try to enjoy them when and for as long as we can here in the middle of Winter.

Happy Spring already!