Sunday, July 23, 2017

Still looking back

So yeah I'm still a bit caught up in all the changes that have occurred in the last year. Today marks my arrival in Portland a year ago. So many feelings are only now being processed. I love living in Oregon but I'm still missing NY too. I'm slowly working through. At least it is not quite as hot and I am not unpacking boxes.

I've started enjoying some "new life in Oregon" things. We've taken a few hikes in Forest Park. My legs are learning to forgive me the effort. They protest that they were not climbing hills a year ago why should they start now? The scenery is just beautiful. Big tall trees covered in moss, very Seussical. I'll see if I can get a picture one of these times to show you what a Seussical tree looks like.

And now I've just set myself off again. I looked back through Facebook to see if I could find a Seussical tree picture and hit the section when D's accident occurred. Wow were there a lot of people praying for us in that difficult time. I'm pretty much a "put your head down and get through the rough patch" kind of girl. I never did really cry or get emotional during that time. I mean hell yeah I freaked out some when he kept passing out, but as far as processing my emotions and the scariness of it all? Nope, I'm not done yet, I may only be starting down that path. 

We took the opportunity to bask in the loveliness that is have a local winery. Having a nice chat with new friends in the shade looking at the vines and bringing home a nice bottle of wine? Yes thank you very much.

I even found a running shop that listened and helped me get a pair of shoes that will not make my feet hurt while hiking/walking/living. The rep was great at listening and explaining why some brands will not work for me. He sold me a pair of shoes that even look like my little Flintstone feet. Yes they do feel better.

Burt is continuing his campaign of cuteness. He had a grand time playing with Mr Mousie today. He got so excited with full tail fluffing. Mr Mousie was very afraid!

Post Mr Mousie paws crossed in relaxation.

He is also getting more brave. He ventured out into the garage a few times while I was on the elliptical machine. He also came right up to the open front door, not sure if that is a good idea or not.


Hubby came home the other day and planted the idea that B may want a stroller. He may just be an adventure cat, with limits of course, I can't bear the idea of my furball getting out on his own again. So yeah, I'm soon to be a truly crazy cat lady walking her boy in a stroller. Yes the one I'm looking at has a cup/yarn holder, I'm not that crazy.

Speaking of cup holders, I just the other day went to a coffee shop and used my coffee shop alias. Wait let me explain. My name has a rather unusual spelling, thanks Dad. Unfortunately I am rather sensitive when it comes to the proper spelling of my name. I know I should just get over it but nope it is not happening. You may want to wander over to read Adriene's blog post about the same thing. Now my spelling is not quite as unusual as hers, but yeah I would comment to a person that spelled theirs the same as mine. Anyways, I was in the coffee shop the day before reading that post and started thinking that maybe I should just give myself a simple name. So I thought and thought about it. Did I ever tell you that I didn't name the blog Hubby brainstormed with me and came up with my blog alias? Thanks again Hubby!

Friday I used my coffee alias. It felt weird and sorta cool. Why yes simple things do thrill me quite a bit, why do you ask? So if you're in my neck of the woods and a latte for Dot is ever called out, you can try to catch a glimpse of what I'm knitting. Most likely it will be a sock but Friday it was a cowl for my sister, more on that another day.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Looking Back

Last week as I drove to pick up D from the airport I was struck by the date. July first a year ago I was spending time with my Hubby on his last day of being a New Yorker. This year as I picked him up from his international flight I was struck by how much things change and how much they stay the same. Thankfully.

Turns out D had made the connection too. This time last year one of us was driving on to meet new things and the other was trying to wrap things up in our old life.

Neither of us could guess what the next year would hold. What a year! I've been asked a couple of times recently what was the hardest time in our marriage. Without a doubt it started March 2016. Since that month we've lost two beloved cats, sold our first house, drove cross country each by ourselves, settled into new jobs, survived a major medical event for D and illnesses during D's recovery period.

As difficult as the year has been it made me stronger. It made us stronger. We share a bond now. We have been through for better or worse and in sickness and in health. We have lived our vows to a greater extent. (Even though we did not use those vows.) And that makes me happy.

So yeah it has not been a walk in the park, but a tiptoe through a minefield. We hold things much closer but looser. And that is not a bad lesson to have learned. When we face difficult times in the future we can look back at our "worst" year and know that we have strength and endurance. And we will pray that it will be enough to get us through anything.


Sunday, June 25, 2017

Burt's bikini

Momma, I just cannot face the heat today.


Burt, how about that nice white bikini you always wear? Doesn't it make you feel cooler?


It does not. I'm going back to sleep, wake me when it is cooler.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Ultra bright socks

Hey I've got some new socks to show you. I am super happy with them too. 

But first I show the yarn. It is Lilliput Simple Sock Yarn that I bought at my first Rose City Yarn Crawl. Not really my normal colors but I fell instantly for that lovely acid green. The dyer said she got the dye and had to play around with it first. I've got one of the experiments.


Burt and I knit on this one together. He seems to be adjusting well to having a knitting Momma. He has adjusted well to everything about us. I think he is pretty darn happy to have his own family.


These socks even flew back to SD with us to attend my nephew's wedding. No I did not knit during the wedding or reception but I did manage to knit a few stitches on the plane. I was the lucky middle seater so it is not terribly conducive to knitting. Sigh all that time with not a lot to show for it. I did get a few comments from family members on how they liked the color.


Anyways how lovely are these? They make me feel happier just wearing them. I hope they last a good long time.

I did take the opportunity to knit on a Hubby sock while waiting at the tire store the other day. I don't know what I hit but I knew exactly when I did. Two big old gashes will give you unscheduled knitting time.


Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Blog titles are hard.

I could write something about missing blogging (I do) or something about how busy we are (we are,  and so are you) or something about enjoying time together instead of being on the computer (we could be better at that). I will just say life marches on even when you're not blogging about it.

And now your much anticipated picture of His Royal Fluffy Butt, Burt.


I think Burt is pretty darn happy he picked out a knitting momma. He is doing his best to be a snuggle guy. And his best is indeed excellent. He has adjusted from life on the streets to life on the lap quite well. He is getting his teeth cleaned soon so we shall see how he does with that. I'm excited because they do a complimentary nail trimming. He likes to knead and those sharp little tips are sharp.

That nice green there is on its way to being my favorite pair of socks. I've got half a sock to go before I can take them out for a spin actually on my feet and not on my needles.

I am attempting to lure the mother of one of D's childhood friends over to the sock knitting side. It is long distance but I'm sure I send off some pretty strong vibes. Can my tagline be: Come over to the sock knitting side we have warm feet!

Anyways I have more to tell but many more things to get done before the morning. I just had to get a Burt picture on the blog before May is over.

Sunday, April 30, 2017

No pictures but it did happen

So my blogging has slowed down as I'm sure you've all noticed, or maybe you all wandered off and I'm just talking to myself. If that is the case I've got to post more pictures of Burt, his cuteness amuses me so.

We've been pretty busy around here adjusting to many things. First that whole cross country move. Yowsa what an adventure. I really should find the pictures I took and post some here, maybe someday. Second the indomitable Burt picked me out and came home with me. While my heart was still grieving the loss of both boys earlier in the year, Burt and I are forming our own bond. He wakes me up in time to go to work early and snuggles back in with me on the weekends. He has not found his voice via Momma yet but it will come soon enough. Gus had a disdainful French/Russian accent and Jack always sounded like he was asking questions even when making statements.

Third I found a job and was on my way to settling in when a call from D's phone came in but D was not on the other end. A very nice lady was there instead telling me he had "fallen off his bike" but was in too much pain to talk to me?!

After some confusion and a mad dash to the ER, don't worry his bike rode to the hospital in the ambulance with him, we were told he had broken his pelvis and would require surgery. He was transferred to another hospital and I got to make a couple more lonely drives that night. His time in the hospital and rehab center are still pretty blurry to us, probably always will be.

And just to add insult to injury D was rehospitalized with pneumonia and flu, while I got my own flu diagnosis. I got to catch him three times in one day passing out. We've spent a lot of time and effort healing. I've been faithfully exercising every night for close to a month. The effort I've seen D pour into PT has inspired me.

The months following the accident were a difficult time of balancing my work and our healing. Because yeah your marriage takes a hit with all those big things. That is quite an understatement. I would even say it knowing we had a good strong foundation to stand on.

And you know what? I would go through it a thousand more times to be able to keep him with me. But not this year ok?

So I tell you all of that to tell you what we were able to do today. We walked five and a half miles together in Portland only four months after the accident. Not too shabby, but I'm going to let myself off the hook exercise-wise tomorrow. My calves are threatening a mutiny. 

Oh Burt has decided it is lap time. I must bow to my feline overlord. I post pictures of D's sweater once I finish it.

Friday, April 21, 2017

Progress

Burt and I decided to take advantage of a rare burst of sunny weather.


I know Momma, I can't believe it is this nice outside either. Are you sure we don't need sunscreen? We're both sorta redheads, I said sorta!


It's kinda hard to balance the camera and pet my orange fur? You know the right priorities.


 I've even been knitting on Hubby's sweater, just in time to find a mistake. Can you see a dropped stitch?


I spotted it the other day when I was matching it against another sweater to check for size. Guess I dropped it way back sometime and kept on happily knitting away. I thought it was right in the middle of is stomach but now I see it is off to the side. Don't tell anyone else but I'm going to just weave some yarn through it and secure it on the back. If anyone notices and comments then they can just learn perfection isn't everything. Part of the learning process is learning when to rip back and when to move on. I'd like to get a sweater on the needles for me and I have all that lovely sock yarn calling out to me.

You saw the yarn pile from the yarn crawl right? I get to see it every day. Gosh I love knitting.

What is that Burt? I gotta feed you before we leave for Daddy's PT appointment! Righto

You can guess who has been listening to a British novel in the car.