Have been spinning and doing research to open my online Etsy shop. My patterns, including the Angel Sweater with improvements, and the Arsenic & Old Lace Afghan, will become available for online purchase then. We are looking at a start date of September. Also have some new designs cooking–all no sew items for your knitting pleasure! Yarn, both handspun and commercial will be available.

Just checked my exercise diary to find I have been at it six weeks and making steady progress. I have lost 10 pounds, my waist is smaller, and I am in a great mental/emotional space–not to mention I have been sleeping like a rock at night. I began with just cardio–a slow paced walk with variable incline work included (like on the Camino). Now I am lifting as well. I workout five days a week with two scattered rest days. It feels so good.

The four legged children are so happy with me at home, and I think huz and son are as well. We have been playing card games at night and it’s been great! Let me recommend Sabateur (easy peasy), Pairs, and Boss Monster (for those of you who game). I finally found a way to turn off the technology and gather my family around. Yay!

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My son is built like a brick house, now. When we brought him home he was an underweight baby on an apnea monitor. Even newborn clothes were huge on him. He has always been one of those kids who will thin up when he hits his growth spurt, which is exactly what has been happening this year. However, he decided he wanted to play football. Weight, to be able to play in the games is 155lbs. We began ghis odyssey with him weighing in at 173. Ugh. Another parental balancing act.

We have been eating fruit, salads and protein drinks. I began Nutrisystem. We even found fiber pills so he would feel full. Those fiber pills were nearly the death of me and there is a chair at Starbucks with scorch marks to prove it.

Last week his weight hovered between 156-157. We ate even less. AND at the eleventh hour, he made weight at 155.5 lbs. Wiping sweat from our collective brows. Here are photos from his first game…he played in the starting line-up. We won and he is un injured. Life is great!

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This is what it looks like just outside the door to my knitting studio today AND now the sun is shining as well.  This is…AT LAST (can you hear the song in your head…”At Last”)…the snow I have been waiting for all winter.  Eight inches of it landed sometime in the night.  It is still clean, fresh, and white.  Every branch of every tree is outlined.  As I drove into the studio today, the children were all out in their driveways shoveling snow…as well they should.  It was a wonderful sight.  And talk about perfect timing…on a day the kids had off from school anyway.  It just doesn’t get better than that, does it?

Then, again, maybe it does.  Tonight is also Monday…our weekly family ski outing is tonight and I can hardly wait to discover what it feels like to actually ski on snow instead of ice.  I was up ill all night last night and feel ick today…but I am not going to miss this opportunity.  Period.  The End.

I at least want to get one run down the bunny slope and if worse comes to worse, I can go melt in the ski lodge with some ginger ale.

The Arsenic and Old Lace Afghan/Scarf KAL is going to keep you busy this week.  I have the square all worked and edited for you AND also you will begin the edging on the first strip/insertion unit of this afghan.  This way when you are done knitting the body of the afghan you will only have two long sides to edge…not all four.  You will thank me later…I hope.

These are sheep in England.  Lisa Tizzoni and her son, Mark took these photos and framed them for me.  I keep them proudly displayed in the studio.  I was admiring them again this morning so I thought I would share them with you.  Aren’t the babies so cute…there is nothing so wonderful as the feel and smell of a lovely sheep.  Yes, call me weird if you want to…I can live with that.  Sheep don’t eat my yarn, they supply it.

 

And last, but never least, is a note about my dear son.  He belongs to the Competitve Training Camp (CTC) at our local tennis club and here he is in the newspaper (yesterday):

That is him in the first row on the left of the photo! YAY!

Take care and have a lovely day.  Stay warm and have fun in this last blast of winter.  Wishing you loads of love, light and laughter always,  Mary Ellen and Summit Yarn

xox

Came home from the studio yesterday to discover my husband and son watching “Bill Cosby:  Himself”.  I am 47 years old now.  I saw Bill Cosby live at the New Jersey Garden Arts Center doing this very same comedy show when I was 12 years old.  I have watched the taped version of this comedy “concert” many times over the years…over the past (and I take a deep breath here) 35 years.  I’ve watched by myself, with boyfriends, with my husband, and now with my son.  This is a classic.  Every time I watch this, there is a different part that has “become true for me”.  As my husband and I discussed and laughed over it, we realized we have grown up and become adults through these phases of Bill Cosby.

The first time I saw this concert, my parents took my brother and I to watch this live in the 1970’s.  It was laugh-out-loud, pee-the-pants, cry and wipe my eyes hilarious.  Mostly I related to the children described, you know the ones:  “Jesus Christ” and “G–Dammit”.  My brother and I were those children.  Most of all I remember my father’s laughter.  He laughed until he cried, and then he laughed more.  I didn’t understand all the reasons for his laughter then; I understand some of the reasons now.  He laughed at how hard it is to raise a family.  He laughed at how hard it is to be a spouse and a parent.  He laughed at how hard it is to just be a decent human being.  My father died 20 years ago, but watching this act brings my father’s laughter and my father back to life in an instant.  Thank you Mr. Cosby.

This time as we three watched the same act, none of us moved.  My son was sprawled in my chair, my husband had a cat on him and I just stood mesmerized by the cat tree.  When Mr. Cosby got to the part where his wife talks to the ceiling, both my son and my husband shot a very quick glance at me and we all broke out into raucous laughter.  Yes, people, I talk to the ceiling every night…from the time Brian goes up to take a shower to the time I, myself, head upstairs to bed.  It usually starts with:  “I don’t hear the water running” or “That water has been running an awful long time…do you think Brian actually got in the shower?”.  Gary never talks to the ceiling.  How come it is always the Mom’s?

This routine is STILL as funny as the first time I heard it.  Perhaps our ability to laugh at ourselves is what makes us most human after all.  I know, for myself, since I have been writing this blog, I hear and listen and watch this world a little differently.  I like to hear something and then think:  what if someone heard that phrase or sentence out of context…what would it sound like to them?  I get a lot of dirty looks from people because…well, I’m sure you get the idea.  I tend to laugh out loud.  I heard a woman say last week about another woman:  “Well, at least she’s getting used to the idea of her husband dying…”. I heard it out of context and at the tail end of a conversation.  Every time I get mad at my husband I get a little more used to the idea of his death in the future.  What woman doesn’t, I ask you?

Mostly, I think we should all allow ourselves to laugh more.  If you haven’t seen Bill Cosby in awhile, rent a DVD.  You’ll thank me later!   Life is short…it should be fun.  Take care and have a lovely week.  Allow yourself to have fun.  May your heart be light and your shoulders relaxed.  Loads of love, TheHumanLoom