These are “Joe’s Office Socks” by Anna Peck. I’ve been working on them since Christmas, but after my dad died in January I had little motivation to finish them. To be honest I really don’t know why I was making these socks for him. He didn’t like wool, and red was definitely not his favorite color. Maybe I was trying to scare the cancer out of him with scary wooly socks. I’ll torture you if you don’t get better dad! Poor guy, at least he didn’t have to wear them after all. I ended up finishing them anyway, because life goes on after all, and I like to finish things. I didn’t want them to sit around though, so I gave them to our good friend and neighbor Dave. Here’s to you Dave, saving homeless socks from a melancholy lifetime on a shelf as a bad reminder of who they were supposed to go to.
Father’s Day is coming up. I don’t care if you hate him, call the old man up to at least say “Hi”. One day you’ll find yourself saying, “I miss dad because…”
Every woman needs a lot of black. Black shoes of course, from high heeled to flat mary-janes. The little black dress is a wardrobe staple, useful for both funerals and hot dates (how convenient). Black tee shirts, career pants, pencil skirts, the list goes on and on. Introducing my little black Retro Redux Shrug, knitted in Cascade 220 wool from the book “Lace Style” by Pam Allen & Co. As you can see, I’m pretty happy to have a finished object, and for myself no less. Thor is helping me to celebrate in the above picture. Farther out it looks like this.
Please forgive the obvious bra strap issues. I’ve had this thing done for weeks and just wanted a darn picture, but I also had a husband who was too busy to take said picture. It was a “wham-bam-thank-you-mam” kind of deal. I didn’t get 20 shots like those top models, just two. Either way, I’m very impressed with it, and will wear it a lot, though probably not in the summer because the wool makes it fairly warm.
On another note, mother’s day is tomorrow. Thank your mom for going to the trouble of having you and keeping you alive, it’s tough. To my mom: I love you very much and hope you find nothing but happiness in the world. Thanks for not killing me or performing a lobotomy on me, even when I deserved it. I love you!
In the interest of maintaining some sort of connection to the world outside of the work/home time loop I call my mother every few days. She always has something funny to say, some interesting event, or even just some sage advice. I called her yesterday, ready for anything, and of course she didn’t let me down.
Me: “How are you mom?”
Mom: “Great! We were getting the pond cleaned when we discovered we had a baby opossum living in the brush near the filter. Mark put out some cat food and trapped it. We named it Polly.”
Mom: “Yeah, because it can be a boy or girl. You know, Paulie/Polly?”
Me: “Of course…”
Mom: “So then I took it to the bank…” (My mother used to work at the bank).
Me: “Ewww, why?”
Mom: “Well, I wanted to show the girls. Roxy really hates animals so I marched up and plopped it on her desk.”
Me: “Did she scream?”
Mom: “Of course she did. Terry thought it was cute though. Little button eyes and soft fur. It didn’t snarl or anything.”
Me: “I think you are looking for another pet. That thing is going to give you rabies.”
Mom: “No, I made Mark drop it off by the river. But there are more, I think a whole family. I’m just going to tell Mark they keep coming back because he’s feeding them the cat food. It’s his fault. What do you think?”
Honestly, I think she won’t give up until she gives the poor man (my stepdad) a stroke.
I don’t need a opossum, I’ve got this.
Here’s to all creatures, great and small.