It may look like a couple previous hats. But this one will have a basket-weave pattern on part. But here is the hat in progress:
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I have spent this week attending a Podcast seminar on FaceBook. Well, actually, I took the live class on Monday but found the rest of the classes at awkward times to live watch. So I binged the rest today and I’ll have to watch Friday’s class when I get the chance. Here is the YouTube of what I watched Monday.
I’ve mentioned here that it is in my plan to make a podcast. I still feel strongly that it is something I should and want to do. I don’t know why, exactly. I certainly am lost in trying to do this but I will be doing it.
My aim is to have a chat about this 71 year-old lady and what that feels like for me. I plan to share my passions good and awkward. Crochet, knitting, loom knitting, piano, singing, recorder, artwork, and especially my writing. I could do write-a-longs or read alouds of my own books.
When I was young, and I hate to admit it but even now, I love going into other people’s lives and homes and getting to know people intimately. I enjoy feeling the comradery of a good knit and bitch or sing-a-long.
Report cards pf my youth give me promise that I can do this. What did get written on almost all of them? ‘Darlene talks too much in class.’ Not that reporting that to my parents helped at all. Neither did moving me to different seats. I always made friends with whoever I sat with. One teacher even moved me up near his own desk. Guess what? It wasn’t long before he and I were in a conversation. He spent nearly a whole class chatting before he realized that he, too, had fallen for my gabby self. So, it is called a gift of gab, right?
Another reason I want to do this is to join baby-boomers and anyone else who feels isolated. I know with my cataracts reading has been so hard. That ability encompasses so much of our lives, not just reading books. Reading the phone number to make a call, reading ingredients on a package, etc. I want to make life more accessible. I have already made this blog available on Spotify but not my own voice, just the robot voice offered on Anchor. By the time I get to the writing the blog time, I don’t have the energy to read the words.
But the gabbing is something I want to use to get to know people better. Not just hear myself speak. So I am asking all of you to give me suggestions of what I might cover. Thanks for being the great bunch of friends you are here. I can hardly wait to see what you recommend. I think blogging helps me so much and I think the podcast will, too.
According to Filicia Day in today’s lesson, Creating is hard; it takes doing and digging, and digging, and digging. [Not a direct quote but from my notes while listening. I thought that we were digging a grave for all the failures so the real one could live.]
This fun little prompt is Linda’s One-Liner Wednesday. Follow the link to find the rules of the game and other prompts and check out her books!
Today was the long awaited consultation appointment for possible cataract surgery. It didn’t happen.
It has been nearly a year since I was told I had very bad cataracts. One eye (I call my reading eye) couldn’t even see the big black E. But even my good ‘distance’ had developed a cataract. I can still see to drive, and with reading glasses I can read a bit on my phone about 7″ from my eyes. This is still difficult and hurts my hands. Not to mention that every word I type has to be corrected.
So we had this appointment set up during the pandemic. Last week we got a call that I needed to get my Primary Care Physician to send approval.
That’s crazy. I had called my insurance to find the first ophthalmologist. You would think that when the eye doctor referred me to the surgeon it would be okay.
Nope. PCP needed to approve. And she was out of town last week. So yesterday I had to go see her. She said she’d get on it. Don’t worry just go to the eye surgeon.
You know that niggling feeling you get? Yeah. I decided we needed to call before driving two hours only to be turned away.
When I say ‘we’ it is because my husband is a great advocate for me. When I feel overwhelmed he will go to bat.
Hey, Chris:
Anyway, sure enough the fax didn’t make it and by the time it did it was going to be too late for the appointment.
I asked if there were helps for people like me who had trouble seeing. They just said ‘no’. I know there are but you need a doctor to sign off on them.
I’m a baby-boomer. I know I’m not alone in this. We’re not making enough money to have any choices but where’s the help?
Insurance robs me on every check. But where are they when patients and doctors agree treatment is necessary?
Okay, if you made it this far you win. โค๐ค๐๐คทโโ๏ธ
Thank you for reading my rant.
But happy last day of summer!
The Barriers by Katie French
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This is the fifth book in the Breeder series. Dystopia is different in any sci-fi I’ve ever read. This whole story from book one on has been quite the ride.
The characters by this book five are well rounded and though many each has a purpose. I felt myself nearly on the edge of my bed and far from sleep hoping for the best for these young people and their loved ones. There were a couple nights I had to force myself to put away the Fire at three or even four in the morning.
Thank goodness these are on Kindle Unlimited because when this book ended I could grab the next!
I’ve been trying to reduce my cortisol, um, belly-fat. I’m already eating my intermittent fasting/Keto/low carbs/high fat diet. I’ll know tomorrow how well my progress has been. My husband is sure I’ve lost more than 25 pounds. My clothes are falling off, unless they are the old smaller sizes.
Still my belly seems more than should be at this size. Cortisol is caused by stress. Not that I think my retired life is stressful. But this last year has had its effect. So I’m starting to wake with Headspace Meditations. Either on Netflix or YouTube.
Then after my two days of eye appointments, I plan to add these yoga lessons.
Though we’ve seen clearer skies the last few days I haven’t begun the None2run program, but for now I have to call it walking. My new shoes are begging me to get out there. I didn’t want to start on a rainy or muddy, windy day.
I’m still playing with the hula hoop, light weights, band stretching. Just trying to get ready for real workouts.
Puzzles are another passion of mine. As long as cheating is allowed.
For many years this has been my mindsuck: (Sudoku)
I like it because I can see all of any one number in the puzzle by clicking on the one I’m curious about. Like this: (chosen Sudoku number)
And though I’ve chosen to stay with the moderate level, I’m sure that my actual level is beginner. I know this because I find these hard:
Outside of filling each empty box with penciled in possible numbers I rarely see the answer until the page is full of eraser smudges. And even then… see the clothespin? Yeah, holding the solution page ready for peeking. Yet, I’m obsessed and feel that someday I might get it. That idea in itself is the real puzzle!
And puzzle me this, my other non-electronic fun is:
Yes, that is a clothespin to the answers. The thing about crosswords is you need to be a mind reader. Did the puzzle maker mean the vegetable or the actor? Is it spelled the way we’re taught in school or in another language or some abbreviation of some company name?
Still, I can spend hours in puzzlement about the brains of puzzle makers versus my ADD/dyslexic 71 year-old brain.
They say these are supposed to keep our minds nimble.
In the background I have Beauty and the Beast on. This is it’s last day on Netflix. I’m only on season one and there are four. Why I chose to wait until the last minute for everything is another puzzle. By the way, I would normally plug in a trailer here but electricity and internet are intermittent.
On a day like today:
Nothing is better than:
And a puzzle.
Per Linda:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โpuzzle.โย Use it any way youโd like!
Another mohair charity hat.
There are 80 pegs for my last couple hats. This one is less ‘fancy’ than the last. No cables. Just flat knit stitching throughout.
The brim is a fold up. I like those best as the double layer of fabric helps keep those ears warm.
I use this method to decrease the crown.
After doing the six rounds Kristen Mangus of #GoodKnitKisses shows here, I do six more by doing this: Once the loom is down to every other peg has a loop, I move one loop over to join a friend. That leaves the link beside it empty. I pop the empty out and resnap together the ends of the loom left dangling. I do that all the way around the loom making it half as large as it was before. I think that means I now have 40 pegs. Now I redo all six steps that Kristen show us.
By the way the closest the phone camera got to the color of this soft yarn is the one with the crown of the hat. It is more of a pinkish apricot than the orange that the camera shows.
Such a sweet memory for my friend, Willow.
Lauren is tugging at our hearts this week onThrowback Thursday Memory BlogHop which she and Maggie at, from the cave walls as we remember those best friends of our lives โ our pets. Click on the link to read the rules and join in the fun.
Todayโs subject: The Pets in My Life.
When I was a little girl I was frightened of dogs. My mum and Dad decided to get me a dog for Christmas. The dog arrived on Christmas Eve after I had gone to bed. Somehow the whole family managed to keep it a secret from me.
As I said the dog arrived at Christmas and Dad being Dad and an Irish Catholic
Steve was a beautiful dog, red fox in colour with a white chest and a couple of socks. He was a Hienz fifty seven, a mixed breedโฆ
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