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One-liner Wednesday


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. ❤🤗😘🤷‍♀️

Thank you for reading my rant.

But happy last day of summer!


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:

A proper Oregon day of rain!

Nothing is better than:

A cuppa

And a puzzle.

Per Linda:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “puzzle.” Use it any way you’d like!

Finished Friday, hat


I love this decrease on the Flexee fine-gauge.

Another mohair charity hat.

Flexee fine-gauge loom with beginning of brim.

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.

One-liner Wednesday


“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.” Confucius

One-liner Wednesday is Linda’s prompt. Click on the hyperlink to see how to join us

Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Where


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “where.” Use it any way you’d like!

Where Was I 20 years ago? Well, the train ride into work was weird. They were saying things like how those who were going to transfer to the L.A. train probably should look for another ride. I wasn’t a social commuter. I read and eventually wrote on my Palm Pilot keyboard during the hour long ride.

As I strolled down the aisle between gray motes called work stations, I noticed one co-worker had a small television on and a group of workers looking. I glanced and saw what I thought was a special effect in a movie and moved on to my desk. Then I started hearing some say they needed to go their relative worked there. What? Where? Irvine, CA became a scary place for me. I was an hour from home, by train.

Once the coworker with the TV told me what happened, the bosses came through and told us all to go home. It seemed New York had reached us in southern California.

We were off for several days. The train ride was never as fun as it had been before. Everyone was scared as to what might happen next. I think it was the beginning trigger of a huge depression for me. There were other things that happened that made it worse but that’s anther story I don’t think belongs here.

After the fear of the moment the pride in our fellow heroes who rose above the crazies. That was when I found pride in the country where I live. I wish we could still have that unity we had then. Where is the love? Where?

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Surprise!


Anirret

I received a box in the mail. I was expecting yarn to make her socks. But my cousin sent this wonderful dragon. I’ve now named it after her and will make sure she flies in my next Havenverse book!

I would have been equally excited for yarn. I love soft yarn and making socks!

But Haven has Her way into my writing one way or another!

Thank you, Terrina!

One-Liner Wednesday A Funny


One-liner Wednesday is a Linda G. Hill prompt. And um, I’m sorry. My husband shared on FaceBook and I laughed out loud. Maybe the stress is getting to me?

Making Monday


I’m nearly finished with the fold-up brim of another hat on the KB Flexee fine-gauge loom.

I wanted to do a longer blog but I still need to play recorders before bed.

I hope you all had a good, thought-filled Labor Day. The seeming end of summer. Usually, I get to this point kicking and screaming. I usually love summer the most. But this year I can’t wait for rain and snow and clean air.


Per Linda:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “pin.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

Pinterest is a history lesson of my passion over the last few years. Ah, but then so is this blog.

Writing starts and continues as the place I put a lot of energy. But I used to sew. I found the race of pulling the pins before the needle hit them too stressful. Not to mention the ripping what I sewed. Ugh! And sitting in the position of leaning over the machine hurt my back. Sewing fell as a passion.

Crochet became my next passion. I could make hats for charities and spend time creating. But my hands didn’t like the constant positioning.

Then I learned to loom knit. Even ripping, frogging, or tinking projects was fun. More yarn, more chances to improve.

I tried to dry felt but found the constant hand movement hurt so another craft bit the dust.

Now I’m having fun playing my recorders. It hurts my hands sometimes but it seems, if I’m inconsistent (skipping a day here and there) that my hands get more proficient and hurt less. It doesn’t carry with it the fulfillment the loom knitting does. I’m not helping anyone else. But maybe that’ll be something to come?

Drawing has the same feeling. I can get lost, as lost as when writing, in a project. True, I don’t feel the giving feeling there like I do with the knitting but I don’t feel wasteful of my time and energy. I wonder what that is? Should I see how I can expand somehow into something more charitable?

Music is coming alive in me again. What can I do with it? Is it okay to just enjoy the journey? Does it, too need me to pin it to the social magazine (how I think of Pinterest)? I really want to pinpoint my passions to understand how best to approach the ‘work’s of the fun.

And now with health improving, I wonder where that will lead. Hiking, camping? Let’s just put a pin in that.

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