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September 25, 2015

Every one posting Christmas countdowns to Facebook is striking fear into me. My Christmas knitting is so far behind!! Each one of my boys wants their own new pair of wool socks for Christmas. I hope I can finish the sock (my first for me) on those needles, and then move on to three pairs for my kids. My oldest now has feet close in size to mine so that is a big job!!

I will do my best though!


Laundry day musings

March 24, 2013

We missed church this morning and the start of spring break fun due to a little boy with a nasty headache so I decided to use the time to get some laundry done. I hate doing laundry usually, but I kind of have fun when my kids are excited about helping me. They are finally realizing that I am usually very busy, and actually making a bit of an effort to help. However misguided the help they provide is I love receiving it (unless it they are just being silly and making twice as much work lol) It has taken me a long time to realize the blessing of even the misguided help they provide. Now if only they would be able to help sewing buttons back on and the trickier mending.

I wish I didn’t discover more mending projects every time I do more than one or two loads of laundry. With five people there are always new things to be fixed. I love when it is just a simple split seam or a button that I caught before it was lost.

My youngest enjoys sewing with me and he has a lot of fun coming up with projects to do. He wants to make himself some summer shorts and has the fabric to do it. He also has his own little sewing machine that is easily portable, if only he could cut out his own patterns now too. 

I’ve been planning out a few sewing projects for the near future. Hopefully I can finish them and be happy enough with them to post a few pictures. 

I usually try to keep religion out of things I put online, but I have felt a lot of growth lately after watching the announcement of Pope Francis. I am Catholic, and it brings me peace.

I hope everyone has had an awesome week!

Snow Frosted flash fiction.

December 13, 2012

She unzips her sleeping bag and feels the chill sneak in around her. It seems that it is still too cold to be awake, but she has to pee. Fumbling for her coat, and finally succeeding she shivers as her arms slide into the icy sleeves. Her fleece sweatshirt is not warm enough to protect her from the cold coat. She wiggles out of her sleeping bag and grabs her snow pants. She hurries into her pants. Her socks are slightly damp from the warmth of her sleeping bag. She digs in her pack for a fresh pair before throwing the old pair over the string tied across the inside of her tent. Hurriedly, she puts on her dry socks and boots.


She is thankful that the wind stayed away for the night since it really would suck to have snow blowing into the mesh windows of her three season tent. She unzips the tent flap slowly to check out her campsite. It had been after dark when she finally made it up here. She climbs out and hurries off to pee. When she makes it back to her site she stops and looks at the snow covered hills. The early morning sun is creeping along and makes the snow glitter beautifully. She can see all the way down to the serene lake at the bottom of the hill. It looks so beautiful that she stops to watch it for a few minutes. She finally turns away and opens the camp stove on the tailgate of her truck. As she starts the burner she is thankful that she knew enough to pour her water into the pan the night before. The hot coffee was going to make her very happy in a while.


She places a cast-iron pan on the other burner and brings the temperature up slowly. Once her pan is good and hot she tosses some butter in the pan and watches it bubble as it melts. She cracks two eggs into the pan, and after they stop spreading she sticks two of the sausage links she had cooked at home the day before into the pan. The food cooks quickly and she digs quickly for the spatula in her kitchen bin. She flips the eggs and gets her coffee started with the now hot water. As soon as the food is out of the pan she sticks some buttered bread into the pan for toast.


As soon as she has cleaned up from breakfast she checks her tackle-box. She also checks her rod and reel to make sure that there is nothing wrong before she heads to the lake. She stops to look at the lake for a few seconds, and then she grabs the large jug of water and sets it where it should be in the sun the longest. She grabs her day pack with its boring dry lunch and puts her tackle-box in it.


Once the pack is on her back she grabs her rod and starts towards the trail. It is nearly a mile to the lake, but she anticipates needing almost an hour to get down to the lake because of the thin coat of ice. She loves this trail no matter what season it is. The rocks sticking out from the ice and snow make her pay close attention to the terrain. She wishes that she could just look at the ice clinging to the pine needles, and the way the stream sneaks in and out of its icy covering makes her feel relaxed and happy.


She finally makes it to the shore and takes off her pack, and then gets out her tackle-box while looking for the best place to start trying for dinner. Finally settling on an area that looks really promising to her. She stays for a while thinking how wonderful it is to be away from the noise of her family for a few days. She starts to think about trying a different location, but at that moment the tip of her rod takes a quick dip and she jerks the rod quickly while reeling in her catch. She decides to stay and quickly catches another fish. She debates staying while the fish are biting, but decides that she does not want to carry too many fish back to camp. She quickly cleans the two fish and packs them in a plastic bag.


She packs up all of her stuff and grabs her rod to head back up the hill. The hill seems so much steeper going up on the wet slush and ice. She trudges back up the hill for what seems to be a very long time, and then she realizes that she took the wrong trail. There is a moment of panic as she looks around trying to remember where she is, but the lake is still down and the trail she walked on is still there so she decides to grab lunch out of her pack and sit on the fallen tree next to the trail. She sits and enjoys looking at the lake and the trees, even if the glitter the trees had been wearing that morning is leaving. With lunch finished she grabs the rod and backpack and heads back down the way she had come. She easily finds the trail she was looking for and heads back towards her camp.


It is almost dinner as she walks into camp, but she decides to take a break to read for a while and rest from the hike up the hill. She grabs her favorite book out of the cab of the truck and sits in her camp chair. Soon she will have to cook dinner, but for now she plans on losing herself in the pages. She leans back into her chair, the chill seeping through her clothes, and she wonders what happened to the day.


She looks up from her book and realizes that if she does not start dinner soon she will be doing all of it by the light of her favorite lantern. The book goes away and out comes the cast-iron pan, three baby potatoes, and two fish. The little whoosh of the camp stove makes her smile, and the butter melting in the pan makes her mouth water slightly. The potatoes are quartered and seasoned with salt and pepper before being tossed in the pan. Once they are mostly done the two fish are nestled in the melted butter. She starts more coffee, and waits while the fish cook quickly.


She starts her dishwater heating on the stove before eating. She sits back down in her cold camp chair with a warm plate of food and hot coffee. Her food is perfectly cooked. The fish melts in her mouth, and the seasoned potatoes are buttery on the inside but crisp on the outside. She finishes her food, and washes her dishes. All of the food is cleaned up, and packed away to make sure that no animals come looking for food. She pours some water into her pan and sets it out for morning.


Exhausted from her day she heads towards her tent. She crouches down and fumbles with the tent zipper before pulling off a glove to speed things along. The cold air stings her fingers and it shocks her a bit at how much the temperature has dropped even since she had washed her dishes. She removes her other glove so she can untie her boot and loosen the laces. She takes off her coat and snow pants and places them carefully near the entrance to her small tent. The fleece sweats go on right over her thermal underwear, and she puts her socks from that morning back on. She centers her sleeping bag on the thermal pad and climbs in. She starts to fall asleep quickly, but thinks with sadness of her return to civilization in the morning.

Musings from NaNoWriMo 2012

December 3, 2012

I decided late at night on Halloween to try again this year. It was my fourth year participating, but my very first win. I almost didn’t even try. A friend convinced me to go for it again and for that I am thankful!

I did not complete my story, but I am still working on it. I started with a basic idea of what I wanted (to win) and very minor plans of what I wanted to write about, but I am planning the rest of my novel so I won’t have to rush before I forget what comes next.

I am dreading editing it though. I just can not let my own concerns about it hamper my feelings of excitement about writing. I want to have something that flows nicely that I want to share with some people. I am sure that I will find a way to make it through eventually, and I really do not want to give up out of fear.

It really was an awesome experience this year. I tried to be active on the NaNo Facebook page and I found a lot of people there willing to offer support and late night sprints. Sitting there writing with people, even on the other side of the world, meant it felt more like a group activity. There was a definite feeling of camaraderie, and the energy of the last week was amazing! I do not think I ever want to try another NaNo without companions.

I tried another new to me thing for this year, and actually went to write-ins. The same friend that convinced me to try again this year also pulled me along on my first. It was amazing being in a room full of other people that all shared a common goal. I was shocked that I got any writing done when we were all talking, but it seemed like the words flowed there. 

I was a bit sad when I realized that November was almost over because I have loved the ups and downs of this year. It was exciting for me to find out that the local people would like to continue during the rest of the year too. I can’t wait to continue to get to know all of my new friends, both online and real life.

I hope one day not to say that I try to write a novel each November, but to simply say “I write.”

Congratulations to all of the participants in National Novel Writing Month 2012!

The Bookstore

January 3, 2012

I pull my car down the alley into the backyard parking lot of the tiny little store. It used to be someones home; a little old Victorian house. It seems fitting that it houses things from the past. Dusty, musty old pages filled with words from the past.

Most days all I look at are old educational texts, but I find them interesting even though most people only buy them for decoration. I am helping the owner with putting stuff on the shelves. Bill has owned the store for close to 5 years, and there are still a few boxes in the storage room that have been there since the previous owner had the store. Hopefully we will have them all sorted out very soon. There were so many boxes of books at one time that the hall was full of them and they had taken over the place. It was dangerous to walk in any area of the building but the main customer areas. The guy was really old and had no one to help him.

Bill bought it from the guy and then had to start going through all of the stuff in the hallway and the other areas. Bill had just moved halfway across the country from his home town when he bought it. He jokes that he never lives in the same city twice, but I doubt that he has even lived in the same state twice. That isn’t quite true since he did move home for a while to take care of his mom, otherwise I doubt he would have even lived there twice. If I remember from a comment in passing he even went to college in a different state.

“Hey Bill, How was your weekend?” “It was okay, someone came in and bought $500 worth of books to fill a library. I still don’t like selling by the foot, but the sales pay the bills.”

“Wendy, today we are going to try to see if we can get through more of the boxes in the backroom.” states Bill.

I grab a few boxes to sort into and head down the hall. The door to the backroom is at the end of that hall. It used to be an old porch, but it was well weather proofed so there was no water damage from being stored. Thanks to the dry air we haven’t had to throw out books for being moldy. I always feel excited about what we may find.

A few hours later, and four more boxes sorted and shelved I open a very dusty box in the corner. The box looks like it hasn’t been touched in 20 years. It seems to be filled with fiction and a few yearbooks. I always flip through the yearbooks to see the old pictures even though we recycle most of them.

The yearbooks seem to be from the late 1960s and early 1970s. I pick up a college one from 1971 and flip through a little bit until a piece of lined paper falls out a bit. I pick it up and look at it. It is a note. The woman appeared to be writing it to the love of her life. She was telling him that she would see him when he got back and she loved him. It was signed “Yours Truly M.E.” I glance quickly at the front and it was embossed Mary Elisabeth Sharpe. I bet her Bill was being sent away to war.

It was written to a guy named Bill so I may show it to Bill just for sarcasm. I love to hear him say things in the voice that it just wasn’t logical. So funny, and it makes me think of Spock.

“Wendy, lunch time! I ordered sesame chicken and fried rice for you.” I love working for Bill; he ordered my favorite thing for lunch! I am happy that he kept the kitchen here, and it is so fun to sit and talk with him.

“Hey Bill, I found your girlfriend.” Bill looks up from his sweet and sour pork and says “but I’m single right now.” I laugh quickly and let him know that I found an old yearbook with a letter to a guy named Bill. “I know there are a lot of Bills in the world I am just joking, it isn’t even any where near your college.”

“I grabbed the book to show you.” Bill looks at the cover and his face goes whiter than normal. He asks “Where is the letter?” “Right inside the cover”

He starts reading it and his eyes look all watery. He looks up and says quietly “I wondered what had happened until I got home.”

He starts flipping through the pages and sees the pictures of her from the past. “It is like someone sent me a message from the past, just a book instead of a bottle.”

“Wendy, would you like to go out to dinner with me and talk tonight?” Bill asks quickly. “Sure Bill, I have no where to be tonight.”

He says something quietly to the yearbook as I head down the hall, and then asks me to bring him the rest of that box.

“I was away when her mom wrote me to tell me that she was coming home for a break when she was killed in a car accident. I was wondering why she never wrote me, and then I received that letter from her mom. Somehow it feels so weird seeing a letter dated the day she died.”


Knitting photos

September 30, 2011

 I wanted a really thick warm hat to wear during winter so I made this one.

 I love these, and they are super simple to knit since they are just a tube with a thumb hole.

 This is my oldest’s hat. He has been wearing it for about a year and it was one of the camouflage yarns. It is getting stretched out because he likes to tug it down over his ears.

I don’t usually take pictures of stuff that I make so I don’t have many things to take pictures of.










September 22, 2011

Flash fiction challenge from

My name is Lucy, and I used to live in the park. I really loved it there, but that has changed. I had a beautiful web that was so great at catching bugs. The know-it-all old spider I was friends with told me that I should not build my web near the two legged hatchling’s area. I did it any way. I think she was starting to lose her mind.

The little boy took me home in a hard thing with holes poked in the lid. It had a very sticky liquid in the bottom. I was so afraid of going with him, but I did not have a choice!

It seemed like it took forever to get to his home. I do not know how the humans can live it the horrible dwellings that block all of the beautiful sites. It does seem to protect them from the wind and rain. Oh how I hated the wind on my webs.

He was a very noisy hatchling! But, I was given a nice large home to build webs and the dear boy would bring me more bugs than I could have ever eaten. I had to watch how many I ate, or I would have gotten too big for my body! I had so many different parts to build my web in without worrying about the weather ruining it. I loved watching the perfect spiral pattern emerge, and it caught the yummiest bugs. It isn’t hard to catch them when they are limited to the same space you live in though.

The boy brought me bugs all winter long; though I don’t know where he collected them at. He would sit and watch me work while the snow came down outside.

He took me to school to see all of the other hatchlings one day. It was very interesting, and I got to see pictures from places I will never see. When he took me to the front of the group so I could see them better and few long haired hatchlings shrieked and screamed at the site of me. I did not like their screams one bit! One of them shouted that she was going to squish me. The teacher made him stick my little travelling house under his seat to avoid any more problems.

He took my little travelling house to the park one day. It was so quiet there, but so cold that I could barely move. I noticed my old spider friends web was not on her bench. I do not know what spiders do in the winter so I hope she is well.

I noticed the weather started getting warmer again and the boy started to play outside more and more. I missed watching him while he was outside.

I started seeing all of these brown squares being filled with the boy’s toys and books. He was not playing all the time any more, but he also was not sitting either. He seemed as busy as a spider trying to learn to make the perfect spiral web.

This continued as long as the weather continued to warm the earth. The boy started pulling boxes from his room. I remember being very worried about what would happen to me when I saw all of the stuff gone from his room except my glass house.

That boy who I had come to think of as a friend seemed very sad that day. He took my house out into the yard and carefully tipped me out near a beautiful bush covered with the most beautiful flowers. It provided me with many places to build webs.

He smiled at my while crying a little. After a few short seconds his mom yelled from the driveway that they needed to hurry up and leave. He followed the sound of her voice to the waiting truck. I never saw that boy again. I had hatchlings of my own that went out to fend for themselves. I have lived in the beautiful bush ever since then.

The grey haired human that carefully tends this bush now tries not to disturb my web, and tells the noisy hatchlings that call her “Grandma” that I am here to keep the bugs off of her roses.

I am an old spider now, but I will never forget the adventures of one little human hatchling. I fear that I will not be here to protect these flowers from the bugs when the earth thaws after winter, but I am sure that someone will step in to take my place.



So Tired!

September 8, 2011

My youngest (3yrs) was rough housing last night and fell off the bed, with some help from his brother. If you ask him he was jumping on the trampoline and fell off the chair and then hit the ground and then one fish, two fish, all the fish fell. (Sorry he told it as one continuous thought so I did too) No fish were harmed; I checked the tank. Xrays were had after he was still hurting really badly 20 minutes later so we know he is just badly bruised.

I wish I could tell a story like a three year old. They really aren’t limited by any grammar or word usage rules, and they still get the message across to people who understand them. There is a Dr. Seuss quality to what they say; no fear or worry about embarrassment.

My largest stumbling block for writing is the fear that someone may read it some day. Writing skills are judged by every one who can read it. You know this is true if you have ever read product reviews and were aghast at the spelling, punctuation and grammar. I know I feel this way when I read them, and some days I feel that way about what I have written. Humans are so damned judgmental about things that a lot of people are held back, but those same opinions are awesome at the same time.

Now I need to shut up because I will just keep going and going. The aforementioned three year old woke up every damn time he rolled over last night because he was in pain. I am hoping that resting for a day will help him feel a bit better tonight so we can all get some sleep tonight!

And no I didn’t real proof read this or edit it as it is just random thoughts that popped into my head. I don’t write very well when I am over tired, nor do I knit very well in this same condition. I spend too much time staring at the stitches trying to figure out why they do what they do, but after a quick nap it makes sense again.


September 7, 2011

I hadn’t messed with this blog and the lost the login info when my laptop died. I remembered I had started one so I decided to look around and see what I could find. I figured out what my info was so here I am again! This silly internet world hasn’t gotten rid of me yet.

As I can’t seem to take pictures of finished knitting projects very well before little ones run off with them I am hoping to add some extra stuff to this one. So hopefully there will be some posts about writing and favorite things I have read over the years.

I get so much out of other’s words that it feels weird to share my own .


April 25, 2010

Well, my Babe double treadle spinning wheel is visiting a friends house.  My only complaint is that she did a beautiful job especially compared to my yarn!  I have had so little time to practice with work and training for work!  Eventually I will figure it out!  But I do love my wheel a lot! 

My friend stayed up all night spinning, so maybe she will have some tips for me!  I really want to get good at it!  I think an angora (rabbit) hat would be amazing for sledding so I will not be cold even if it has eyelet holes and is lacy.