Still need to cast-off for heel hole, then cast-on leg for yoga socks.
This is what took all my time. Milo (the dog, not the cats!😉) made yarn vomit clouds with one skein. I had caked it but after knitting a few inches on my toe-up, two-at-a-time, Fleegle Heel socks for my daughter, and finding they weren’t matching up at all, I frogged the pair, recaked both skeins. Then recaked again one of the cakes (turning it inside out. And hopefully matching up the skeins.
It worked! By the way, the little balls on either side of the mouse was how much I had to waste until they matched.
This is how self-striping yarn skeins should work up. These are my son’s.
Haven’t touched these.
Not these.
A couple songs I’m playing with.
Three more fun songs.
And more fun.
My new music journal. Bigger and better than the last.
It was supposed to be for finances but the columns work for my music practice needs.
Dragon finished!
Now 1/3 into this spooky fun.
I do my Duo while on my stationary bike during the afternoon news.
Well, there’s the hobby progress. Now if I could figure out how to do more on the weekends.
This pair is closest to being finished. I could cast-off now but I think I’ll make a longer cuff. This pair fits me. And I’m cold. 🥶
As you can tell, I started these with the lighter blue matching up. For yards it matched. But they aren’t even similar from the markers up. So I think I’m going to frog and see if I can manage to get the stripes to match. This will be the second frogging. I hope I can finally get it right. When my daughter gave me this yarn we left the house. Big mistake. Milo found and made yarn vomit out of one of the skeins. It may be the cake reversed the order of stripes.
This is the yarn my son bought for me at the same time that my daughter gave me the light blue yarn. This one is striping properly. This convinces me to frog the blue ones.
When it got cold I lost all interest in the yoga socks. I only need to add a small cuff after the heel hole. Now that I am looking at them, and spring is on its way, I’ll get busy and finish them.
I haven’t touched these for a while. But I love them. So now I can’t wait to play with them again.
Yay! Something finished!
This is next and I kitted-up and already started on the lower right-hand corner. This will be fun.
My mother used to play Rustic Dance and Falling Water below.
Red Sails in the Sunset and Always pictured above were my parents’ songs. For some reason I feel called to (re)learn these. Is it possible those and Time to Say Goodbye (Conte Partiró) are helping the grieving.
I’m back on the treadmill and stationary bike exercise times. Yay!
Maybe if I put away all the Christmas songs, winter will give us, in Christmas Valley, snow.
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We had a snow a couple of weeks ago. It’s been cold enough that the snow on the north side of our house (teens) is still there. I’m tired of useless cold.
By the way, I’m still working on some of the harder songs and putting notes on the disabled as to when to pull them out (Halloween or later)
One book may stay out. It is a violin/piano duet book. So I’m getting out the violin again. Don’t know how to fit the time and frustration within my every day.
Most of my life, at least since I was 5, I’ve played piano. I must admit to a love/hate relationship with that instrument.
Mrs. Skinner made piano not only tolerable, but actually fun. She used everything in her power to bring joy to my musical soul. She introduced me to accordion, ukulele, and vocal fun.
Being adventurous I would seek out any keyboard,or music maker. I still feel her love when I play.
So when my family decided to take the hour drive to visit my aunt and uncle, I sought out my cousin’s chord organ. I found it such fun playing the flat accordion. It looked a lot like this one.
I learned to play Sukiyaki. I’m now inspired to learn the words and play on piano or my electric Yamaha keyboard.
When my brother died in a car crash, my parents donated money for the pipe organ at our church. He was 21, I was 23.
I always wanted to learn to play all those buttons and foot pedals.
When I finally started back to school after my fourth baby turned 3, I got new types of pianos to enjoy. Electric pianos, and the glorious baby grand on stage in my voice/piano accompaniment classes.
During those years I was given the piano I have now and a foot pedal organ. (We couldn’t bring the organ when we moved.) So I got lessons on the organ. I loved it! But I understand now why organ benches develop a butt-groove. Organs can be quite the work-out!
If my parents had not taught me self-censorship, I could use the prompt two more times here.
Yesterday I shared one of the reasons I prefer acoustic piano, or voice, as we can control volume according to emotional intensity within the artist and directed by composition.
Rhythm and how fast or slow a piece of a portion of it can affect or reflect our emotions.
A piece can hold many speeds from grave to presto. Like conversations. We don’t speak one or the other. Well, except certain chemistry teachers in my past during the first period. Hence a C… But that’s another stream.
Music reflects life which is both fast (is it already the third of January?) and slow (why does Christmas take so long when we’re kids?)
First of all, I want to lead you to Barbara’s take on ‘Magnify’ as it reflects my own journey with screens and reading and tools that can help those issues. Click here.
The reason I love the acoustic piano more than my electronic keyboard is that you can express emotions on it. With signs, you can guess how hard or soft a touch you need to bring out the depth of a song.
See the less-than sign?
It means to gradually
minimize your
touch.
The greater-than sign <
<
It means
You play quietly and
Magnify your touch
I have not found the ability to do that on my electric keyboard with feeling. Nor can I do that on my recorder. I know you can with a violin. But it is most satisfying when singing with a choir, and the director and music ask you to unify as you and your fellow singers magnify the sound.
The voice magnifies so well. Sometimes you need to whisper. But there are times for an actual
Today is the day I reflect on possibilities. I don’t resolve. I have never found change in pure willfulness. Instead, I think globally, universally, and down to cellular possibilities. The things I want to delve into with thought, prayer, and desire. Some say cellular is universal. Reflecting on how the atom looks like a solar system keeps my thoughts meandering. When we think of the word ‘enthusiasm,’ we learn that it breaks down to ‘God in you.’ And that is when I draw the conclusion that if I feel excited, and if I spend the time being mindful about it, I can breathe a spark into a flame. Writing about the ideas helps me to decide if it’s worth it for me. We can’t be everything; we can’t be perfect. But we can grow in areas we feel drawn to.
Last year, in October 2024, on the advice of a friend (thanks, Yve), I found an old financial journal and turned I into a piano journal. In a few days, I will have filled all the pages. I started by sitting at the piano just long enough to enjoy the feeling. Sometimes that was to play a scale or diddy, as long as I could feel the joy. The minute it felt like work, or was in any way painful, I got up and walked away to do something else I might enjoy. But I wrote the bits I did, how long, feelings about the piece, and a bit of a grade of how well I did. Not to judge myself, but to watch for improvement and have a recording of what worked for me.
I have gained confidence and skill, going from five-minute gigs to over an hour. I even did a couple two-hours stints. I loved being deeply into the music, filling my heart with beauty. Not of my skill, but how it all works. I will be looking for a new music journal. It doesn’t need to be much, and I am sure I have an empty something with lines around here.
What I won’t use is my everything journal. My husband gave it to me for Christmas. Isn’t it gorgeous? It came with its own pen (I may replace it with an erasable, as a perfect journal will hurt me if I have a bunch of scratch-outs).
Now I need to write my first entry. Shh! No peeking! Possibilities are popping. And I must meet them with mindfulness to cultivate enthusiasm. New habits await.
The newest development here: Sammie and Milo on my chair together, like they were last night in my bed.
Sammie and Milo sleep together.
The knitting doesn’t have much progress to show.
Linus and Lucy, page one is improving. It looks so easy! Not if you have no rhythm.🥴
Oh Holy Night is coming along, as is When Christmas Comes to Town. I’m enjoying sight reading all my Christmas songs.
I’m a little concerned as my husband just tested positive for COVID two days ago. He wasn’t doing too badly until this evening. Now there’s a bit of a cough and he’s tired. This means the rest of us are taking precautions.
We finished all of Orphan Black and the sequel. It was fun. Now we are deeply into Stranger Things.
It’s been raining, now it’s so cold! But still no snow. We may still have a white Christmas.
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
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