Weebug Knits

Destashing seems like such a major event, and I am trying in one small way, to accomplish that goal and make used of the many odds and ends that seem to be everywhere in my home.

Last year, I knit a sock blanket for my eldest daughter, finishing it up in February of this year. Those of you who attended the Madrona Fiber Arts event may have seen the finished project. Then there were a couple of scarves, some more donated sock yarn and I found myself knitting yet another blanket.

167/365 sock blankets 6/29/09

This second blanket was meant for my younger daughter. Then we received news that dear friends of ours will be moving away. Friends move all the time, but this is one of those friends who has been a wonderful influence in my life. So with that in mind, the second blanket will not be going to the person for whom I intended, but the person for whom it is meant. That may sound totally insane, but in my knitting world I find that often to be the case.

So the first two blankets were based on the same design, but I still need to make a blanket for daughter number two. The new blanket is inspired by the Mitered Rectangles afgan by Melissa Leapman. I saw a picture somewhere, and can't find a link to the pattern at the moment, but I will post it if and when I find it.

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There are many events that create memories in life. Then there are those moments, those snapshots in time that stay with you for a lifetime, no amount of words can truly convey the depth or clarity of those events that are part of the fabric of your being.

I know that I have many of those moments in my life. Where in an instant, a glance, a flicker of light upon a child's face is captured in my soul forever. I have experienced and witnessed many things in my life journey. Some are memorable, some not. Many fly under the radar of my every day meanderings. Then there are those seemingly common events that are part of that subtle fabric of my life, but something in the way the moment is captured in my memory makes it stand out and beg to be heard.

What strikes me the most is how much this particular snapshot in time is begging me to share it. It was one of those unconscious gestures combined with a look of such tenderness and caring that hurt. A transporter where I work was waiting at the elevator bay with a patient waiting to be transferred back to the floor. I see this woman often throughout the day, she is always pleasant and kind, the down under accent hasn't faded by her years living state side. I love hearing her talk, dealing with people with patience and always respectful of the patient first as a person, second as a person with health issues. I have seen her deftly turn a potential ugly situation into calming storm, always with a smile on her face, lighting up liquid brown eyes.

But on that particular Tuesday it wasn't what she said that captured my glance. It was the look of such incredible tenderness as she waited for the elevator with this patient, an elderly lady who looked so fragile that one could almost see through her. The elevators aren't the speediest mode of transportation, so there they waited. The transporter tenderly stroking the old woman's brow, the unspoken communication was palpable, yet there they were, locked into a moment of such trust and caring that it made my eyes tear and I had to look away.

Moments captured in time. The things that are unspoken. They speak louder than anyone truly knows, painting the tapestry of our lives.

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Today both of my daughters went off to work with the Husbeast for "Take your Child to Work Day". Dennis works for the city light department where we live, and I think that it was nice for the girls to have some specific bonding time with good old Dad.

I am guessing that Shannon has decided not to follow in her father's foot steps after the following text exchange during lunch:

Shan: We are about half way done and all the way dead save us.

Me: Sorry!

Shan: One more time save us

Me: No can do. Daddy is in charge.

Shan: No fair. Is it illegal to compromise with him?

Me: Take it up with him. Does this mean following his career path is a no?

Shan: It gives me a headache.
Shan: When we get home could we go to the library and then shopping?

Well then. I guess that is one thing settled.

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Today is Father's day. Today we took the Husbeast putt putt golfing and then to dinner at Johnny Rockets at University Village. It was a pretty busy afternoon, but oh so much fun!

The only thing that would have made it better, would have been having my Papa here to join in the festivities. One of these times the grandparents make it up here for the weekend, we are going to have to drag him along. Heck, I am not even a golf lover and I had fun! The kids were great, hanging with us to the end of the course, I am glad that we have so many great venues to do things together as a family here.

Thank you dear Husbeast for being a great dad to our children. I love how you interact with the girls and how you make them smile and giggle. I want you to know how important that is to me, that you are a hands on Dad. In all kinds of weather.

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Parenthood isn't for wimps. It is hands down the most challenging thing that I have ever attempted. With one kid a teenager and the other fast approaching those turbulent years, I am thinking that even chemotherapy was easier to endure. It is totally draining and I have to work to find things to fulfill my creativity. There are many times where there just isn't anything left at the end of the day.

I love my children with all my heart. I can't imagine life without either one of them. I love both of them with an intensity that I can't begin to articulate, yet they are like oil and water. Ethereal. Fire. Ice. Light. Airy. Volatile. Compassionate. Selfless. Selfish. Egotistical. Wonderful.

They are separate entities. Different beings. Yet time and again I find myself facing the hard fact that on the surface it appears that they are not loved the same. I can't treat both of the same, the interactions and complexities are so unique to the individual. But deep down under the layers I love both of them so much that at times it is exquisitely painful.

It was another such weekend where the emotions ran the gamut from giggles to heartache. I hope that they come to the realization someday that underneath, in my heart and soul, that I love them.

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I haven't brought out my drawing stuff for a while, but that photo I took last week kept calling to me. I felt compelled to attempt capturing the view on paper

149/365 sketch 6/11/09 from my iPhone

I am not sure if this qualifies for a photo as well, but considering my lack of time for the actual editing of all the photos I have taken lately, I supposed that this will have to do. Who knows, perhaps tomorrow I will get some knitting content on this blog.

One can hope.

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Morning came and went. Meanwhile all I had done toward this post was to get this picture uploaded. I am pretty frustrated in the technology department lately, because I am having issues getting pictures edited. This is seriously cramping my blogging style. Sigh. I am sure that I will get the issues resolved soon, but until then I am just going to have to stumble along.

141/365 June 3, 2009 Maple leaves...

I was hiking up a hill last week and looked up. I was so taken by the sight of the Maple leaves, that I went back inside to grab my camera. So I got two hikes up that hill, but it was well worth the effort. I love the effect of the sunlight creating shadows from the layers of leaves. Simple, yet gloriously complex.

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