Slowly because there will be renovations. We are getting a grant from the city to help with some basic “get up to code” and insulation things. So sometime soon the house will turn into a disaster zone as all the electrical work will be mostly redone and maybe the plumbing and the insulation in the attic.
We had hoped for the windows facing the north side too but there have been too many ” Oh ….um …..my…… Why did they do that this way?” “What were they thinking off?” “How much of this wall/ceiling can we take down?” “Ooooh now that is interesting….” each of which costs lots of money. The electrical will HAVE to be done because the grant people sent an inspector to determine how safe it is……
I have to have 2 quotes for everything – which means calling and leaving message and calling some more. We now have the plumbing covered. One quote for the heating/air condioning, one for the insulation, one for windows, one for the electrical is in the works. The rest are all still in the message holding pattern.
If we can’t do the window in the front then my studio moves into my bedroom and my bedroom into that room. That way I sleep in the cold room and can work in the warmest room. Light isn’t everything and power here is very expensive.
On the good side my doll “Vrouw Holle” was accepted into the “Focus on Fibre” show!!!!
I am very thankful for this! This doll with its deadline was what helped me break the “Ice Wall” around my art. In order to meet the deadline I had to focus on my art work, to find the tools, the fabric, the patterns. I had to develop a way to work, I had to show up at the desk and focus. To have her accepted into the show was the final kick to get me back. The next few pieces are already in my head and as soon as the renos are done I will buckle down, make art, open an Etsy store and do the work.
I am also in the process of designing a knitting pattern for a pair of lace fingerless gloves. More on that when it is finished because writing out and graphing lace patterns when one is somewhat dyslexic is tricky!
It is spring, or at least it keeps trying to be spring. We had a nice 3 inches of snow on Good Friday but it is going up again today so it should be gone by tonight. The Easter Bunny won’t have to mush its dog team through the snow to get here. At least it is light when I walk the dog in the morning, it is past the point where I am watching the pretty sun rises.
On the home front, we now have a doctor who comes to the house to see my mother, which is a huge relief. The new caregiver is great. A nice young man who is strong and gentle too and the parents like him. Things are still sliding slowly downhill but now I have resources I can call on. I am going weekly to meditation. It is very simple introduction level but it is just what I need, escape on Thursday nights. Health wise I saw the clinic for pelvic floor issues and it is not as scary as I thought, though the oestrogen therapy lasted only 4 days, and caused mental fog and migraines, so it is going to be exercises and probably an operation eventually in the future. But a huge weight has been lifted off my mind and I can now start working out again. As soon as the snow disappears, again, I will start running.
Talking of escape, I am going to Jasper for 5 days in the begin of May on a knitting retreat. The retreat is only the weekend but I decided to add some days to it. My youngest sister is coming for a week and taking over from me. I plan to spend a lot of time walking, taking pictures and doing art.
In the meantime I have been knitting socks. I also crocheted a hat that just abut killed my wrist. Tight crochet into the back of the stitch required a twist of the wrist that it didn’t like AT ALL!! So I am currently wearing a wrist brace and Dad’s socks have been being knit continental style (yarn in my left hand) which made them a bit slower.
Mom’s other socks with cat
Vanessa’s bed sock with dog
I know, you haven’t heard from me for while, not even a Christmas greeting. I just didn’t want to fill the airwaves with all that negativity. Let us just pretend that the so called “holiday season” didn’t happen along with the health issues and flus and other frustrations. We have a new health care team and home care team in place so I can breathe again. I now have a set of professionals in geriatrics I can call upon when I have questions.
The whole “prairie fibre arts” design never happened for me. Just not enough consecutive hours free to mark up and sew the design. It hurt badly but I am over that now. Forget the dolls and art work for the time being. I can’t work long enough to get “into the zone” at any given time. Doing it upstairs means comments from the peanut gallery and constant interruptions – that doesn’t help with the stress either so I am sticking with knitting.
My daughters and granddaughter came for a visit in January and it coincided with a week of warm weather so we were able to walk and do fun things on Whyte Avenue. Yes I bought clothes, lovely linen top and pants. Then to top that off I went online. Way back in May my oldest daughter gave me an Indigo gift certificate and since then I have looked and looked but never bought so I sat down and ordered books on art. Then she gave us an Amazon gift certificate and I ordered more books and some music. They have been arriving in little packages since then. It makes getting the mail so much more exciting! I only had one dud – music. Once upon a time I had a lovely tape with “Chants to the Divine Mother” Which I had picked up in California, Harbin Hot Springs where I took my shiatsu training. I loved that music but the tape died in a the fire/flood back in 2005, it was not the water so much as the disintegrating ceiling tiles crap that turned to concrete that did the damage. Well this version was sort of like listening to the Mormon Tabernacle choir singing Janis Joplin songs…. sad sad.
I also ordered yarn from Knitpiks and used a Micheals coupon to get more yarn to make socks. This will be the main expression for the next little while.
There will be a variety of socks the fuzzy red will become bed socks for my youngest, the bag of pima cotton will become multi coloured socks for me and the rest will be house socks for Mother. The elastic on her current socks is getting to tight for her diabetic feet. I made socks for Dad too last year. He just found them and finally tried them on. Now I can’t get them off his feet to finish weaving in the thread. I guess I will have to make him some more mud coloured ones.
These are my socks I have been working on. I must be feeling less stressed because I keep wanting to work on them instead of surfing the net! Yes they are that bright pink. These are my first top down socks with western style heels, my first heel flaps and gusset heels!
My socks, top down with turned heels
Tonight I am going to meditation. I tried last week but it was cancelled as the leader was stuck on a plane somewhere between here and Afghanistan…..We will see if I can manage their style.
I haven’t done much since the last post. I have had some health issues dealing with some “digestive issues” and that is as far as I am going to go.
I have mostly been knitting and crocheting. I am still working on my sister’s lacy crocheted summer top. It is now November and there is snow on the ground and it is cold enough for the dog to wear its sweater and booties but I am still working on her top. The pattern came out of a magazine that was touting “Quick Weekend projects”. I can only assume now that they meant they took 48 hours of solid work.
The dog sweater I knitted last spring fits well – at least it did until the snow flew and it got wet. Then it stretched and the dog was walking up into the sweater with its hind legs. She would sit down and whimper in confusion until I untangled her legs and rolled it up a bit. I think I am going to crotchet some elastic into the band and some of the stomach area.
The knitting I was doing was for our yarn bombing group. We all created poppies to yarn storm Valour Place, the place where wounded soldiers and their families can stay when they get therapy at the Glenrose. They made 1111 poppies in all, I made ….. 6… but they are big and they sparkle!
Poppies for Valour Place
Last month I got involved with the local yarn bombing group. We do places like a local Alzheimer centre so they have something cheerful to look at during the winter.
Usually I just help out with assembly but this time we were asked to do a lamppost as part of a street festival and the organizers decided to do a garden. Now sometime in the distant past I helped create a set for an adult website where I knitted moss. This was fun, random knitting done on large needles so I decided to volunteer to create the “grass” for the garden. Of course as soon as I got home and checked my yarn stash I realized that nearly all those yarns had been donated before I left Montreal. I looked temptingly at the “moss” I had created, that had been returned to me, but the cat made very threatening noises at the thought of losing his soft, fluffy bed. This of course generated lots of fun FB posts about going out and hunting down some “grass”. I actually slummed and went to Walmart to buy tacky yarn and I actually used a Micheals coupon too.
It was a blast knitting on 15 mm needles after all the lace kitting I have done lately. I used two strands of yarn plus a sparkly lurex as the base knit fabric. I wove green fun fur in and out of the knit – sort of like how you carry a yarn of the colour you are not using in Fair Isle knitting. I used short rows to create angles in the knitting. The only issue I had was that it was very hot in August and sitting with a thick, furry blanket in my lap meant I only knit in air conditioned spaces. The finished size was 37 inches wide by 39 inches tall – it wasn’t a project one could stick in ones purse.
Lots of other people knitted flowers, birds, butterflies, leaves and of course sky! Now normally our creations are put up by some much younger people with significant others who don’t mind standing on top of a ladder at midnight at -20C but this time the whole thing had to be assembled in public in daylight. Our intrepid installers solved the problem by knitting themselves beards and toques and becoming Edmonton lumber jacks for the day. Luckily it was not too hot.
The lamppost decorating was actually a contest and WE WON. We donated the prize to Nina Haggerty Centre for the Arts and the Alberta Chapter of the Alzheimer’s Society.
For more details and lots of pictures check out Knitmonton.
No I am not screaming, sometimes turning the air blue, but I am not screaming….. yet.
After my nice holiday and the show I settled back into the routine until Alberta Health Services decided in its particular lack of wisdom to put out bids for home care to save money. Suddenly we had another home care provider, all the old familiar faces that someone with dementia needs disappeared overnight to be replaced with, in one week, 11 different caregivers. Yes 11 different people, many of whom had no experience, no clue what they should be doing and couldn’t lift a flea to save their lives. Since the end of June we have had 19 different people. All of whom I had to train.
During this time Mom has gotten worse (we had a trip to ER) and no longer pushes off when stood up and doesn’t step, so the care givers have been ordered to either use the hoist or have me lift her. Yes, that is right a 65 year old woman is lifting someone because those 20 somethings have no clue how to do this. Because the hoist is a joke, it is complicated and slow. We use it for bathing, note the “we” because I have to help with the hoist too.
And of course they come earlier so I no longer have any quiet, private time in the morning to help me balance, to journal or pretend to workout, so I can face the rest of the day.
We had some wonderful caregivers with the previous company but they couldn’t switch because they were indentured servants, i.e. foreign workers, full trained Filipino nurses who were amazing. Actually they were probably lucky to have a contract because all the other caregivers got their wages cut while the executives got bonuses and pay increases.
I have done quite a lot of knitting, mostly to keep from screaming. I did some painting too, but most of those were “experimental” and mostly splashing stuff on a page, not for public consumption. I did some work on Pan, doing more sculpting on his head. It is amazing how many hours one can needle sculpt without it making any difference to a photo.
It has been a while since I posted, that was because life got complicated. Then it got blissfully simple and now it is back to complicated again.
I went for 17 days to Nova Scotia to visit my youngest daughter, Vanessa, who was starring in her first lead role as Nanki pooh in The Mikado by Gilbert and Sulivan. Yes my blond buxom daughter sang the role of a Japanese male. She did a good job of it too, if mother can say so!
Vanessa and Theodore the Tug Boat in the rain
Me and Vanessa on the ferry to Halifax
Actually I thought I had booked to go for 10 days but when I went to pick up the car I was shocked to discover I had a return flight for the 28th not the 21st. Everyone said that must have been a “Freudian slip”. So I called the care giver company in panic and booked them for an extra week to look after the parents.
I had a great relaxing holiday. I slept late, ate too much of all sorts of foods, but especially seafood,I did a lot of knitting and I got rained on a lot. We did a lot of sightseeing and got rained on a lot. I had planned to run every morning but it was either raining or foggy every day except 2 and my body didn’t like that – in two weeks I emptied my puffer and my nasal spray, walking was a challenge enough. Luckily I rented an adorable little car – a Fiat 500 in metallic orange – sort of like driving a tiny pumpkin. It had a sun roof and on one of the two sunny days we opened it for a few minutes but it was barely 12C so we nearly froze.
Here are some shots – taken between the rain showers.
Daffodils at the Ferry terminal
The Lookout near Wolfville
Liverpool dock yard
Halls Harbour rocks and pilings
The Liverpool one was one of the two sunny days. She had a show there and we stayed at the Lanes privateer inn. Very nice with very good food and friendly helpful staff.