Frosty

Not an actual picture of Frosty, but this cat looks like him.

I forgot to tell you about Frosty. Remember the abandoned cat that was left by the railroad tracks shortly before Thanksgiving.

Turns out that he was a male cat and a timid one at that. After several days he became hungry and cold enough that he came through the cat door and into our laundry room. We leave dry food in there for the cats and I found him in there eating one morning. As soon as he saw me he ran out the door and into the bushes.

Later that day, I saw someone poking around the fence outside our property. I asked if he was looking for a cat and he said yes. He said that he'd left his cat, Lucas with his girlfriend while he'd gone home to Bellingham for Thanksgiving. She told him that Lucas ran off while he was gone. I said that Lucas had been coming into our house to eat, but wouldn't let any of us near him, "Oh and by the way, Lucas brought his carrier and toys with him when he ran off. They are by the tracks. " But when we went to look for them, they were all gone. Easy enough for someone to take them or the City to clean them away. I'm sure he can verify that his girlfriend doesn't have them.

I let him in the yard where Lucas ran and jumped into his arms, happy to be found. I let him take the cat without giving him grief about it. But I hope that he has a talk with his girlfriend, and that all will end well for him and Lucas. I should have gotten his number in case Lucas ever decides to pack his carrier and run off again.

Year End

Another month has passed since I have written. Thanksgiving and Christmas passed with it. It's fine. Not much happened in my world if you don't count impeaching a corrupt President. I'm sure that you would have all loved being regaled with my opinions on that, yeah, that's unlikely. Though I must say, I did laugh more watching that shit show than I have in the entire year previously. It is ridiculous the length to which some have chosen to go to defend the indefensible. My mantra became, "Why protect him? He won't pay your bail".

With the holidays, we did a whole lot of cooking and partying as well as shopping. Too much of that, in fact. I am quite penniless right now and have a whole week before I can expect another deposit into my bank account. It's fine. I have more than I need to survive for a week. I feel fortunate in that regard.

This week alone, we celebrated Ken's birthday, Christmas eve and Christmas day, which included meals, appetizers and deserts for all. We also went to Everett to have a party with my sisters oldest friends, and had coffee and shopping with neighbors. Then there are all the parades and open houses etc.

What I missed was my own friends and traditions. I have failed this past six months to establish myself into a church home. So I had no Christmas eve service to go to. And I have no real friends either. I have no one to blame but myself. I haven't really tried all that hard. I have enjoyed doing my own thing and not being influenced by the whims of the crowd. I did need the time alone. Still, I felt a bit homesick because of the lack of them. Thankfully, my home church posted the Christmas eve service on Facebook and I was able to tearfully watch. It was good to have a bit of the familiar to hold on to.

While some celebrating is fine and dandy, by last evening I was well past my prime with it. Three parties in a week and we had merry makers coming over to give and collect gifts. I was done. They were my nieces friends, so I left Karen and Nora to entertain them while I slipped off into my room. Providing food, drink and entertainment aside, I was just done with being around others. I needed to acquiesce to my inner hermit. I thought that I'd indulge in social media or crafts, but it was not just my mind, but my body that needed to decompress. I was in bed before 9:00. That has been a rare occurrence since I went through puberty.

Cheese is still with us, though he is more decrepit for the passing of time. I had been allowing him to sleep on my bed, but he became of the opinion that he didn't need to move off  to relieve himself. I finally had to ban him to a place more adjacent to the litter box we'd set up for him. He doesn't use it. He regained the ability to take himself outside to do his business. I suppose it was being put out that woke him to the realization that his privations needed to be taken care of in an area that don't inconvenience the rest of the family. He has reassumed his positions on the couch in the living room.

Coming up, I have few plans for the new year. I need to get my social security on board. I become eligible for it next month. I have a calendar to help me be more mindful of what day it is. I hope to use the current chilly weather to inspire more knitting. And I have re-kindled my lost passion for counted cross stitch. The wedding won't take place until March of 2021, so I have no travel plans. I will just see where this coming year takes me...

Thanksgiving Week - Abandoned

I know; what an awful title. But this is about an awful thing. Yesterday my brother came home from work and said that there was a stray cat in the yard. I looked out, but I didn't see it. Later he came back and said that it had been abandoned by the railroad tracks by someone. The left it's carrier and toys but abandoned it out to starve and freeze.

When my sister came home, she said that she'd seen it on the roof of one of our sheds, but it ran off when she tried to get it to follow her into the house. We have come to the conclusion that this tiny house by the railroad tracks is a catchall of last resorts for those who have been abandoned. Indeed, Max and Shadow are here because the former tenants left them here when they moved on. Pippi was thrown in a dumpster when she was a kitten and brought here by Nora. And even Cheese, though this isn't his first home, came to be part of the menagerie because he'd been left in a parking lot and jumped into Nora's arms as she came out of work. He was so sick and flea infested that there was no questioned that he'd been cast aside.

If we manage to lure the poor thing inside, we will name it Elsa if its a girl or Frost if it's a boy, because it was left to freeze alone. My heart tells me that the universe is giving us one more to love because Cheese is soon to leave.

Nap time at the cat house

Snow Before Thanksgiving

Snoqualmie Pass

My father used to say that snow before Thanksgiving was a harbinger of a good new year to come. Living in the South, that almost never happened. It has been snowing in the passes for weeks here, but I am told that it is rare below 400 feet. Last night was one of those rare occasions. It had been predicted, and it came and went just as we were told it would. Around 2:30 the cats all moved into my bed. And instead of vying for position in front of the window, they were all trying to move under the covers. My throat was dry so I decided to make myself a cup of Sleepy Time tea. From the kitchen I could see flurries falling around the street light outside our fence. I watched it for a half hour or more before it stopped. After finishing my tea I had to fight my way back into my bed. The sleepy cats had claimed most of the real estate and weren't all to happy about having the warm covers around them disturbed. Cheese cried because of it, but was placated when he was allowed one of my pillows all to himself. I awoke this morning to find the cats and the snow gone as if it had all been a dream.

Thanksgiving Week - Monday

Goodness, I want to post, but my life is peaceful now and there is almost nothing to write about on a day to day basis. My big and exciting event today is that I will wash a weeks worth of clothing. A very fascinating topic indeed. Tomorrow I will clean some of the crevices and corners of the house that usually go undisturbed. Wednesday I will clean the rest and start to prep the meal. Then Thursday is the big day. Karen and I will spend the morning cooking. Really, what the house looks like isn't such a big deal since the only people who will be here are the same people who know what our house looks like anyway. But you know, we are GRITS and we must keep up appearances. Karen says that it will make everyone more comfortable regardless of the fact that they are very comfortable anyway.

Last year I wrote THIS  post explaining why I preferred to spend the holiday alone. I found it last night and it made me very sad. I was fine spending the day by myself, but the people coming over on Thursday give me a new perspective. I didn't want to celebrate the meal with others because the presumption was that everyone had to eat some of everything that is served. And my dietary restrictions made me feel like that was an overwhelming task. I still  have diabetes, hemochromatosis and gastroparesis. But if I pick and choose what I want to eat with this group it's fine. Almost everyone else will be too. So if my gut is acting up and I eat nothing but mashed potatoes and a parker roll no one will object. If my blood sugar is high and I eat nothing but a sliver of turkey and a few bites of cauliflower, that's fine too. If I'm feeling bold and eat until I'm sick, then shame on me, but no one will judge me. Everyone else will be choosing what in the meal appeals to them. It's just my job to make sure there is something there that everyone can enjoy.

In knitting news, I have been quite busy. I was into cabling for a week or two, and knitted a couple of headbands. But now I'm back to my recent fascination with color work. I am attempting my first true Fair Isle hat. I'm attempting to follow a graph instead of written instructions. And though the pattern is fairly simple, it has been a learning curve for me. I have to keep my amateurish attempt in perspective. The whole years that I was working, I dreamed of having the time to sit and learn to be truly good at what I do. Now I have to accept that my first attempts at techniques I haven't really tried before aren't going to be smooth and seamless. I will just have to be thankful that I finally have time to sit and learn the new things.

Happy Monday.

Thanksgiving Week

It is officially the week of Thanksgiving, which means for us, the beginning of the holidays. When I was a child there was a sort of unwritten taboo against starting the holidays even a minute before the dishes were cleaned and put a way from the Thanksgiving feast. That taboo has been effectively ignored by any and all for decades now. Stores start decorating for it even before summer has passed. But for me, the week of Thanksgiving is good enough.

My sister and I went to a store here called Haggens (I believe) that is really just a high end Safeway to purchase our feast. This was her idea, not mine. There is nothing about spending extra on groceries that makes me feel even the least bit festive. Fine shopping has always made her feel special. So I let her purchase all but a few of the groceries. I am making the cranberry relish and the parker rolls as well as a baked cauliflower for this meal, so I bought those. Still, the $0.69 a pound Jenny-O frozen turkey at Walmart is fine with me. I don't need a premium "fresh", as in never been frozen bird. I will hardly eat enough of it to make it worth the price. She says that she makes up for it by buying the tree from a place where she gets a great price. I guess I can see her point. We aren't going to eat the tree after all. However, she likes to decorate the tree with chocolate ornaments, and they are expensive. She found a few at Target that aren't really pretty. I went online and what I found was woeful. So this too, I will leave to her. I bought matching stockings for the three of us instead.

The three kittens have gone to the eastern side of the state to visit with their father for the holiday. They won't be joining us. In a way, it is a blessing. We will have my niece, her best friend and her best friends partner and my sister's ex joining us for the meal. Seven adults will be plenty to fill this small house with cheer. Writing these words, I come to the realization of just how indulgent my sisters feast is for her, she likes the cooking of it more than eating it. My sister, her daughter the best friend and the partner are all vegetarians. None of them will be eating the fresh, never frozen bird. And I can assure you that my brother, my ex-brother-in-law and I simply will not care one bit. AND...it is a 23 pound turkey, and I prefer ham to turkey. The bird is more for her pleasure of cooking it than it has anything to do with any of  us eating it. I will keep my feelings about it here on this blog and let her enjoy it. I will enjoy hijacking the television to watch the parade. I'm pretty sure my brother and ex-BIL will want to watch the Falcons football game. I may hijack my sister's TV and have Christmas movies playing on it.

Cheese is still with us. I think he's hanging out hoping to snag some of that Turkey.

Migraine Day

I made this picture some years ago to try to describe my migraine pattern. It was back in the day when I was still getting 2 or 3 of them a year. I know that isn't much. Some people have them almost everyday. Over the years, they have become less and less frequent. I don't think I've had one since last year, it may have been longer. It's hard to remember right now. My brain is sick.

It started very early this morning. I was still asleep when the aura started. In my dream, I thought I was looking through a stained glass window. Only it had flashing neon lights around it. By the time I realized that I was starting to have a migraine and needed to wake up the pain had already begun. I was too late to start medication and caffeine to thwart off the pain. I have been fighting it all day. I have some Indica with a high CBD content. That is to say that I have some marijuana, if you aren't familiar with the terms. It is actually remarkable in the amount of relief that it give me. My brain is still sick and I will be off for a few days, but I am able to deal with light and sound. My nausea isn't overwhelming me. I can cope with it. Then there is the other part that is difficult to describe to people. It's the feeling or rawness and brittleness, but that doesn't really describe it well. I am still feeling it quite a lot, but it doesn't have me curled up in bed trying to hold on.

I'm sorry, my brain is sick today. On a brighter note, this is what I have been working on. I've been able to do a bit on it today, but almost all of it was done yesterday. I've made socks before, but I am not proficient by any means. I'm going to have to get instructions on how to make the gusset and turn the heel. But I doubt that I could follow them today.

I hope your day is going well. I'll be back soon and maybe not under the influence of the "evil weed", who knew that it could work so well on migraines? Well, apparently William Osler did.  He said, "Cannabis Indica is probably the most satisfactory remedy." when talking about migraines in "The Principles and Practice of Medicine" published in 1892. The father of modern medicine recommended pot for migraines in 1892 and I have suffered through them my whole life. Remarkable, totally and utterly despicably deplorable to be made to suffer because of nonsensical laws.

I'm sorry, my brain is sick today. I will be better in a few days.

Chilly Day

The weather continues to be chilly, but not really cold. The other thing that it's not is typically rainy. There have been some remarkably rainy days, but not every day as I had been led to believe. So far, I am not suffering from sun deprivation. But then, I spent the past 20 years indoors in a cubical without access to a window. Sun deprivation for me, I think is quite a different story than sun deprivation for someone who has spent the same amount of time out of doors to begin with.

I went to the knitting group yesterday and had quite a good time. It is just good to be around people. And the two women who had so annoyed me on my first visit have not returned. Maybe they found me just as annoying. The knitting skills for most of the women who are there seems to be far above my own. They all seem to be working on intricate lace and color work objects that require them to work from charts. But when I talk with them, they seem to lack knowledge of some basic skills too. It confirms my conviction that knitting is mostly a splinter skill practice. One principle is not necessarily based upon the last.

I was working on a cabled hat. I'd knit most of it beforehand and ripped it out. The original pattern called for worsted yarn knitted on size 4 needles. It was a very tight knit and not really what I wanted or needed. I re-knit it starting with a size 7 needle for the brim and then changed to a size 9 for the body. But while I was talking at Sit and Knit I made a mistake in the cabling and didn't notice it until much too late to correct it. I decided that I'd had quite enough to the hat and just finished it off. All and all I don't think that it looks too bad. But I'm going to try it again with a different yarn.

Now I am working on a Christmas stocking for myself since mine is packed away in my storage shed in Georgia. I will be using scrap yarn from Millie's sweater and from the hat above. I have another whole skein of both if I need them, but I'm hoping that I won't.

Memories Calendar

Do you have those days that you just can't forget?  I do. I can tell you in agonizing detail what happened on the morning of April 12, 2004. I can describe the events of the week following with remarkable recall. I have many days like that. Days that the events that happened permanently marked itself on the calendar of my mind. But now I have so many of them that sometimes I will recognize the day and not be able to tell you without much thought what happened.  Today was one of those days. I woke up and at some point it struck me that it was November 3. I knew that something happened on this day. Something that I should remember. There was someone that I should reach out too. But the reason didn't really come first to mind.

I started going about my day and at some point I picked up my phone to check for messages. There was one from my best friend. "Stephanie has a kidney. We are on our way to the hospital. They will be operating within the hour." Wow. Just wow! Talk about a day well prayed for. My friend's daughter became ill with a virus four years ago and lost her kidneys to it. She has been enduring daily dialysis since then. Now she has a new start. While we tamper our enthusiasm due to the fact that someone lost a loved one, we are forever grateful for their generosity in that loss. Her life will become more normal again. This is a great day. One that should be remembered. I'm sure that Stephanie and De will remember it always.

But there was something that I was supposed to remember. I felt the overwhelming tug that I was neglecting something. But I went on about my day. Not much happened. I kept a watch on my phone and on Facebook for updates from De. The operation went well. The kidney worked immediately. Everything is looking good. Stephanie made it through recovery and was taken back to her room by dinner time.

Then as I was watching Facebook a small note from another friend caught my eye. And the memory came crashing back. It was November 3, 2007. We were at Mil-Ball, the holiday dance for the high school ROTC class my daughter was in. I was there and busy making sure that the tables were kept in good supply of pizza and hot wings. One of the kids who had graduated the spring before dropped by to say hello to his friends. He didn't stay long, just enough to see everyone and say goodbye. Before he left he came to the refreshment table where I was at and gave me a hug. Then said he had things to take care of and "I'll see you on the other side". I didn't think anything of it. It was how he always said goodbye. He went home where he was alone and took his own life. His grandmother found him when she was coming home from work. His brother was still at the dance. That is what I was supposed to remember. I finally did reach out to my friend to let her know that I still care. I wish I'd remembered early enough to reach out before she reminded me. I don't want her to think that I didn't care.

Debra donated Kenneth's organs. I suppose there was a family who got the call that De and Stephanie got this morning. Someone whose life has been enhanced by Kenneth's death. I'd like to think so.

I had my phone in my hand and was about to give Debra a call when my phone started ringing. It was Mollie, and she was crying. At first I was confused. She and I have shared a tear or two over the years on this day. But not the way she was crying. Her news today is happy and not sad. Her tears were those of joy and not sorrow.  Chris had proposed and Mollie had accepted. They are getting married. I am so very happy. There isn't much more to tell right now. It had just happened when they called me. I want to get on the phone and on Facebook and all over social media and celebrate the hell out of this. But I do not know who has been told, so I have to wait a few days. My girl, my precious daughter  is getting married to a very nice man, whom I like very much.

Oh my gosh. I need to go on a diet so I will look good in her pictures....

Today is a day when memorable things have happened. This year the memories are of joy.

The End of Saving Daylight

Daylight Savings Time has ended in the US. I am one of many people who are glad to see it end. I don't generally like the time changes. It seems a bother to disrupt a whole nation on an unproven theory there is an advantageous energy consumption benefit. In a society that is far from it's dawn to dusk workday routine, it becomes a matter of when you turn the lights on. You can turn them on in the morning before you go to work, or you can turn them on in the evening. It doesn't seem to make that much of a difference.

Even though I'm not a fan of the time swap scheme, I was looking forward to this one. Since I have moved here five months ago, I have been unable to regulate my inner clock to wake at a decent hour. After spending decades waking in the pre-dawn hours to drive an hour to work, my inner clock now seems to want to stay up all night and wake in the afternoon. This morning, by whatever magic that occurs to change the clocks, I was up at 7:00 am. I can't even begin to explain it. I only hope that it holds.

I have learned that time change began in the US in 1966. I didn't know that. I was 9 years old and I must really have not been paying attention. I certainly don't remember not having the changes. Thirty states have voted to leave the system. Washington is one of them. But I understand that to make it applicable, congress has to okay it. They are a bit busy right now running the clown show out of town. The thought that this may be the last time I have to worry about changing the clocks unnaturally is intriguing. Still, I  never really thought that I'd be able to walk into a retail establishment and buy pot either. Things change. Sometimes for better.