Thursday, January 18, 2018

I Got Nothing

 If you are familiar with this blog you know that it's usually all go here. I go from one project to another all day long.




 This week I can't seem to get interested in doing anything crafty which is understandable.




Last week was pretty rough.




 I've literally been lying in bed all day watching Netflix or Amazon on my laptop.



 It's not really been a waste. Programs like these are usually just background noise while I am doing something else.



This week I've discovered just how great these series really are by actually watching them.


I am going to be so sad when I finally run out of shows.




It's a good thing Frankie and Grace will be back on the 19th. Can't wait.

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Still Life With Ladder

 Between the holidays, the flu and now the loss of Daddio my bathroom remodel has been on the far back burner.



The Mister got a bee in his bonnet yesterday and tackled that mess on the back wall where the stud was twisted. At the same time I was shoveling out my mess of a house. I haven't lifted a finger since last week and it showed. It felt good to get some work done around here for a change.



 My new toilet is still holding court in the middle of my living room though. It's where I've been keeping my stitching projects. For Pete's sake.



The rest of the house is dotted with piles of all the stuff that should be in the bathroom and hopefully will be someday. By Easter for sure. I'm hosting.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

A Stitch in Time

 Before all the stuff hit the fan around here I was on a roll with my stitching which had taken a backseat during the holidays. The January Sheep Virtues almost had its border.




 The Winter Sampler has a new bunny and a pine tree-minus the trunk. I seem to have misplaced that color.




 The wedding sampler I was making for The Mister and me had the beginnings of a new branch of flowers.



The nautical sampler I had started working on for my mom before she died had taken a backseat since last summer but now it has to go to the head of the queue. It's going off course and I guarantee-there will be breakers ahead. Story to follow.





Monday, January 15, 2018

With Gratitude

 One of the nurses in the ER that attended to Daddio turned out to be an acquaintance of Middle Sister who is also a nurse. After a grueling night at his bedside she turned up from her morning break with flowers and Starbucks coffee for everyone.



It was the best thing I had tasted in my life. I nursed that cup of black coffee to the bitter end which was almost 16 hours later. We decided to thank her for her kindness with a card and wouldn't you know it, I already had the perfect kit.



Ta da....the three coffee sisters expressing their gratitude for a job well done. I am not sure how these nurses do it. They are indeed angels. As soon as the post office opens after the holiday I am going to pop a Starbucks gift card in it and send it off.
I also want to thank all you bloggy friends. As usual, I could count on you for sympathy and advice. It's not just about knitting you know. Yarn is nice but friendship is better.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

The Conquering Hero

Penguins, you are on notice.



No matter how googly you make my eyes I managed to get that apron made in spite of you.



I even got that big ugly seam I had running through you hidden after I cut the material the wrong way. That big pocket at the bottom hides all my sins. If only everything in life was as easy as that.

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Reunited


 Mom drifted off gently into the good night but Daddio put up a fierce fight. I never expected anything less from him. He was an ornery sucker who drove us all nuts with his particular brand of goofiness. Pneumonia took him in the blink of an eye. He was fine when I saw him on Monday but by Wednesday he was desperately ill.



Surrounded by his three girls he entered into eternity after an epic 24 hour battle against the dying of the light-which was odd because he had spent the last 15 years anxiously waiting to join the love of his life. Wherever he's landed, I hope he's found her.



Right before the holidays I showed him a photo of my house lit up in Christmas lights. Although he wasn't really speaking anymore I asked him if he knew what it was and he said...."a shot of whiskey". His roommate and I had a good laugh.



Tonight I am having a shot (or two) of his favorite whiskey and having a good cry. Cheers, Daddio.  Let's toast to the end of an era. There will never be another you. Meet you on the other side.

Friday, January 12, 2018

We Are But a Moment's Sunlight

Daddio 
October 10, 1929-January 11, 2018