tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429957250964579512024-03-13T11:17:28.692-04:00Surly KnitterThe sh*t I get up to to keep off the streets.Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.comBlogger474125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-50138858748874975162022-01-04T23:02:00.004-05:002022-01-04T23:02:28.551-05:00Yarnausea<p><span> It's been forever since I knitted like it was my hobby instead of yarn collecting (which, I think, is my actual hobby). I have amassed quite the collection of yarns and tools and toys to pursue this 'hobby' that I don't do. </span></p><p><span><span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p><span>Today, I did my 4Q 2021 Yarnventory. </span></p><p><span>66 miles of yarn. 357 unique yarns, 617 and a third skeins. </span></p><p><span>Jesus wept. No, literally. All the money I've got tied up in my yarn alone could power several households through a long, cold winter. I didn't put prices in the database for every yarn I own, which is good, because I'd probably realize I'd spent the equivalent of a small car <i>just on yarn.</i> We won't even go into the several hundreds of dollars on needles, bits and bobs that become needful for finishing, boxes, bags, etc. </span></p><p><span>I love yarn, but sheesh. I need to get a grip on myself!</span></p><p><span>In good news, though, the Prodigal Yarn has returned!</span></p><p><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://images4-f.ravelrycache.com/uploads/SilverPhoenix/801451446/IMG_20210816_191945909_medium2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="344" src="https://images4-f.ravelrycache.com/uploads/SilverPhoenix/801451446/IMG_20210816_191945909_medium2.jpg" width="459" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><span>I want to be honest and note that this was birthday yarn, I didn't pay for it. It was gifted to me. But I have been wanting to knit with it for a few weeks now, and couldn't find it! I dug through the freezer, just in case, I went through all my project bags, I even went through the stashtainers I could reach easily, thinking I'd just popped it into one for safekeeping. No dice.</span></p><p><span>This is the yarn that prompted the Great Yarnventory, which...yay, I guess. I feel horrible now, but at least I managed to find it. When I went through all my stashtainers for the yarnventory, I numbered them and put that information into my Ravelry database so I can find them again (no more lost yarns!). Previously, though, I had my boxes organized by yarn weight. This is a heavy worsted/Aran yarn, I found it buried in the middle of my <i>sport weight</i> stashtainer. Which was itself at the bottom of the stack, in the corner of my closet. </span></p><p><span>How the hell did I manage that?</span></p><p><span>Oh, well, it's home now, and I look forward to knitting a special project with it. </span></p><p><span>That will be 2 skeins down, 568 more to go! </span></p><p><span>Hey, no one wants to be stashless! Don't judge. I'm judging myself hard enough right now for both of us.</span> <br /></p>Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-22343061919718634052021-12-30T13:41:00.001-05:002021-12-30T13:41:31.144-05:00Shitposting. Because I can.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEguQ26t6fwRRyZkXwRgaNibnWdk5JiddVGCuFhVa0TD4pb57sDWlWAz4E6YIU5Y6hQ4UjTVWxWL6vFVWTwzMoa3_u_yThP8A2jl2moy_lUCxD5FTiOs5tYYRQ1oI4u1IEDxAZNzSnpg98hkZkMKVJtTGRAi3sBfprolaTdZwYbCbn2hlCyU25-MPoaj=s250" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="202" data-original-width="250" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEguQ26t6fwRRyZkXwRgaNibnWdk5JiddVGCuFhVa0TD4pb57sDWlWAz4E6YIU5Y6hQ4UjTVWxWL6vFVWTwzMoa3_u_yThP8A2jl2moy_lUCxD5FTiOs5tYYRQ1oI4u1IEDxAZNzSnpg98hkZkMKVJtTGRAi3sBfprolaTdZwYbCbn2hlCyU25-MPoaj" width="250" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> You know, blogs are a vanishing art form. I miss reading my knit blogs -- it was always intriguing to see what people I didn't really know were doing in their lives I had no part in.</p><p></p><p>But the one thing about <i>this</i> blog that I love is tracking my life. I left my job in May of 2021 (handy for when I maybe one day perhaps think about potentially getting into taking notes for what may end up being a resume) because...lots of reasons. Nominally, it was because I wanted to take care of my mom through her knee replacement surgeries (both knees, done! On to bigger and better joints, I guess?), but mostly because the job sucked just that much toward the end. And it's true, but employees don't leave <i>jobs, </i>they leave <i>management.</i> I liked my manager, I really do like her. But her management style cut me off at the knees, and really...it's like it was designed to provoke me into curling up into a tight defensive ball and cut off emotionally. I suppose it works for some people, but, eh. When your only employee disengages after a year on the job, maybe it's time to reflect, yes? Maybe I should have been the one to reflect, but honestly, the number of managers I've had whose style actually made me give a damn is barely even a quorum of the group. I'm so used to management that makes me disengage, I had no idea it could actually be <i>different. </i>I've been thinking all along that I'm just bad at working, when I should have realized that it's not <i>just</i> me, it's me as a part of the system -- and the system is just as 'bad' in that equation.<br /></p><p>I'd been planning to quit and take a sabbatical at some point, but then things took a turn and I cut the gig loose earlier than I'd considered. And it's amazing the way I feel better, physically. And then today I go looking through my blog and counted the times I discussed 'shit getting real' and 'stuff sucking' and realized... that was my job. Each and every time. I had disengaged not just from the organization, but from myself. That's not good.<br /></p><p>I'm just exhausted by the thought of trying again at a traditional job. And, honestly, it's not a thing you can get to the core of in an interview, before you've actually tried a job, so you can't even winnow out if you will experience it again in a new position. You can ask about management style, but good luck getting a straight (much less honest) answer. And I've been burned so many times before by people who lacked basic awareness about how they manage their teams, I have zero trust in that process, anyway.<br /></p><p>So, fuck that. I may take a part time position, to bring in income while I work on some personal projects, but I am done with office work. The politicking, the trying to keep busy but not <i>too </i>busy and not <i>too </i>slack so you're there 40 hours in a week but still able to get everything done on time, dealing with shared microwaves and office refrigerators and the bathrooms, oh, Gods, the <i>bathrooms....</i></p><p>DONE.<i> </i><br /></p>Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-23022544554147093222020-04-07T13:25:00.001-04:002021-12-30T13:18:25.970-05:00Sympathy for the DonnersHow's everyone enjoying being cooped up inside with your family? Or alone?<br />
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I'm...well. I haven't bitten or killed anyone.<br />
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Ah, yes. An oldie gif, but a goodie. And I still pronounce that hard-G GIF, not jiff. It's a moving picture, not peanut butter!<br />
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But I digress. Between washing my hands almost to stumps and trying not to day drink (I'm working from home...mostly), I can honestly say it's been an adventure. My father died last October (thankfully for him; he'd have gone absolutely <i>spare</i> if locked up like this for any length of time), so it's just me and my brother here taking care of Mom.<br />
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You'd think that three people could handle being confined to a 3,000 square foot property without something absolutely tragic happening, would you? Well, 1,000 feet of that is a damp, chilly basement with a cat who does NOT want us telecommuting from his home, and each of us needs way more than 600 square feet of buffer space to maintain civility. It's been maybe four weeks since I started working from home, two and a half of which has been at the "no, we're not going for take out" level of isolation, and we started snapping at each other this weekend.<br />
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I fear for people who live with a domestic abuser, I truly do. <i>We like each other, </i>and it's this hard.<br />
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Anyway, I found some old yarn and have decided to make blanket squares. It's probably full of asbestos dust from when I used to knit at church (or maybe not; back then the church was cleaned regularly). Although if the fibers are that fine, I'm not sure it matters. Well, I may have 30 years or so to find out.<br />
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In other news, I have been making progress on my reading stack. Not reading at my record pace, but...I'm reading. I'll take that as a win. I've also been working on the bread baking. I made an oatmeal bread that probably shouldn't count, because while it rose and baked, I underbaked it, so it collapsed under its own weight. On the whole, a fail.<br />
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Ah, well. I still have a ton of yeast and a bunch of flour. I shall bake a proper loaf of white bread! I shall!<br />
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Here, have a pretty picture to remind us all that we <i>will</i> come through this!<br />
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I have decided that after the chaos that was last year, I need to get myself back to basics. To that end, I've given up generic social media - which excludes Ravelry, I have to keep my Ravelry; need my yarn fix and the community surrounding it. And I've taken up reading again. Even finished four whole books so far this year!<br />
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I remember when I could read that many in a<i> week</i>. Too much stress, and too many responsibilities going on now, I guess.<br />
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I also need to figure out my issue with bread. Father used to tell me it was because I'm "too impatient". He wasn't wrong. Waiting on the bread to rise is<i> excruciating</i>, and I never make it the full rise before I'm poking at it and trying to see if it's done.<br />
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This weekend was going to be my first foray into baking with a <a href="https://merryboosters.com/oatmeal-bread-recipe/" target="_blank">simple oatmeal bread recipe</a>, but it's both 'do the roots' weekend and the start of the local yarn crawl. As I cannot neglect my hair, nor can I skip out on the crawl (which is only a week this year instead of the usual two), I can't make bread happen on Sunday.<br />
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But knitting has happened!<br />
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It's slow, but things are moving in the right direction. I just hope I can keep my sails set for the proper course!</div>
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What better time to turn to yarn and food for comfort?<br />
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WHICH MEANS. Vizzini says, when the job goes wrong, you go back to the beginning. So I am going back to the beginning.<br />
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Yarn, food, and the never-ending quest for a bread that rises.Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-19708056345547768512019-03-17T21:08:00.002-04:002019-03-17T21:08:44.794-04:00Yarn Hangover, Bread, and What I Want Out of LifeSorta sings, doesn't it?<br />
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Thank the LORD yarn crawl 2019 is done. I was busted by the time I got to the last two shops, but then I had my car battery go out -- when the hell did car batteries go from $50USD to nearly $200USD? And why? This one lasted half the time of the $50 jobbie in my last car -- and Rex has been to and fro the vet's, and all manner of money shit and shenanigans have gone down.<br />
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And today is St. Patrick's Day, and I made stew, and bread, and Mom made corned beef, and bread pudding. And I ate way, way too much of just about everything, and the stuffed feeling I have from the food is about the same feeling I have when I think of my stash.<br />
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I will be skipping the June fiber festival, methinks. Yarn producers in my home state will just have to make bank without me. <br />
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Which takes us to bread. I have been trying to bake a yeast loaf for <i>years</i>. Apparently the fact I cannot raise a yeast loaf means I'm a witch. If only I weighed less than a duck, too! So today I made a soda bread, which just reminded me that I have, for years, had a goal to make and raise a yeast loaf. I have the bread flour and two different types of yeast (quick rising and regular) and honey, if I want a honey-sweetened loaf. Now I just have to, you know, <i>do</i> it.<br />
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I think I'll clear a day out of my schedule next weekend to devote to the art of bread making. People have been baking risen breads for centuries! My own father is a retired baker! He is shamed by my lack of success in bread making! I must regain family honor and actually raise a loaf of bread, and then bake it into submission. I shall not fail you, ancestors. I <i>will </i>make a loaf of yeast bread.<br />
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Which leads to the 'what I want out of life' bit. I miss the days before all-consuming social media in my life, you know? When I actually wrote and baked and cooked dinner and did stuff. I miss that. I didn't realize how much head space digital media took up until I started thinking about abandoning it. Maybe if I hadn't gotten into Facebook and Instagram, I would have actually managed to raise a loaf by now.<br />
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And it's pernicious. You start to think that your presence there is important somehow, that you are necessary to the people you follow or watch. But on the whole, it's not. They'll tick along without you.<br />
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Humility is a thing, you know. And it's an understanding of how insignificant you actually are in the grand scheme of things. It's amazing, really. Being so small means that you can vanish here, turn up again there, do anything you want because even if I run away tomorrow -- pack my little hobo bundle on a stick and take Rex away to Somewhere Else -- there will be people to pick up the slack. I'm not irreplaceable.<br />
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I need to let people take up the slack. I've gotten in the bossy bitch habit of pushing things through because I think I'm the <i>only</i> one who could possibly do things, and it's more stress than I need to put on myself.<br />
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So I'm 'running away'. I'm ditching a lot of social media, going back to knitting and baking and reading and writing and trying to cope with having a dog that's smarter than me.<br />
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And honestly, no one will mind. No one but me, and I don't mind any of it. I'm looking forward to the peace and quiet, and I think it will only do me good!Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-76667101293944805562019-03-03T23:43:00.001-05:002019-03-03T23:45:51.142-05:00FMLWell, I still have a job. I'm conflicted about it -- it's stressing me right the hell out, and it's not meeting my needs anymore (and that's totally my fault), but. It pays well, and the bennies are fabulous. I guess I need to figure out how to meet my work needs elsewhere? I mean, lots of people work jobs that don't inspire them just for the money. And the work I need to do to feel purpose doesn't pay (and I work for a not for profit -- think about what i'm saying here and weep), so unless I hit the lottery, I need to learn to suck it up, do my job, and just deal.<br />
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It's also the height of yarn crawl season. But I have a job and it pays money, so...yay?<br />
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I'm going to be so poor, aren't I? But...yarn makes me happy. Yarn and Rex and Olaf and home and tea.<br />
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Which leads me around to the topic I need to write out. Life, living it, what I want out of living it, and where I want my focus to fall. I follow lots of dogs on Instagram, and lately two of them have become sick with cancer and are either still keepin' on keepin' on, or have been let go for their comfort and happiness, and it's ridiculous how much I'm grieving over dogs I've never met, never will meet, and how this grief is distracting me from the <i>dog I have sleeping right next to me.</i><br />
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In order to preserve my mental health (stop laughing), I'm going to have to stop with the Instagram, like I stopped with Facebook. I can't handle it; the immediacy and false intimacy of <i>seeing</i> into people's lives that way.<br />
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I mean, I'm sorry for those dog's humans. But it just reminds me that I need to focus on Rex, and enjoy Rex today, because tomorrow is no guarantee.<br />
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Even though he just let out a fart like you would not <i>believe</i>, he is my sweet baboo. I want to enjoy him -- and my life, such as it is -- while I have him (and it), and I don't think modern social media is conducive to that. She writes in her blog, but let's be honest, I'm my only audience. No one reads blogs anymore. So it's more like a journal, a place to organize my thoughts, and therefore is a safe space in which to write them, air them out, feel the shape of them on my fingers and understand if they fit me or not.<br />
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Humans are visual beings, and I think it's that window into the other people's lives, the photographs, the videos...they give you an immediacy and a feeling like you know them. But you don't. You can't, not at the level of interaction Insta or FB give you, you have to reach out and communicate in other, deeper ways, but that illusion is still there. And I think it is that illusion that is what is distracting me from the joys in my own life.<br />
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Even if that joy just farted AGAIN. Ugh. What are we feeding him?!?!?<br />
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Granted, Alfredo is one of the simpler sauces to make. I just have to take what reassurance that I'm not a total loser.<br />
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No jump cut today, I don't have much to report. Other than I am probably getting fired within a month, but whatevs. I can tell my burnout is bad because while I'm sad about it...I'm not really. I do need to get my resume together, and I'm going to give them a presentation about precisely where my burnout came from (as if they'll care), but otherwise, I'm pretty cool with this.</div>
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Although I took two weeks off work this year, and it was helpful. The Rex had his surgery (now he has his second bionic knee), everyone came to the house, ate all the food, I caught a cold and slept for four days straight, and then I bought some yarn.<br />
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Ain't that bowl pretty in the morning sun? I made a thing for my boss for Christmas. I don't, as a rule, knit for people for gifting occasions, but I'm in the middle of trying to destash. I got a bit of a bug about using up some old yarn, so I destashed -- and didn't even make a Rav project page for it! </div>
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I was going to use more stash yarn when I decided to join in the MMario Tribute KAL on Ravelry. MMario was a bit of a hero of mine -- his lace was sublime, and his speed at pattern development and writing truly amazing. I was a member of his Yahoo group well before I found Ravelry, and once I was on Rav, I looked up (and stuffed my library shelves with) all of his patterns I could find. Just about every single one went straight to my 'to be knit' pile, with a huge asterisk next to them, referring to a footnote that simply said, "when I'm a good enough knitter". </div>
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When his passing was noted on Rav, I had a momentary sadness -- not a sadness that I knew him and would miss him; that is for far more fortunate people than I. No, a profound sadness at the loss of an artist, at the passing of someone who brought beauty and reason to such a tawdry and workaday world. And at such great speed. </div>
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When the tribute C/KAL was announced on Rav, I stepped up and chose my pattern -- <i>Apres Chartres. </i>It's from his Cathedral Window series. I have plans to eventually make the second Chartres pattern (<i>Altres Chartres</i>) and maybe even a <i>Queen Anne's Lace</i>, when I work myself up to it. </div>
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Frabjous Fibers and Wonderland Yarns' "Mary Ann" in the colorway, 311, Between the Lines. The colors are a cross between candy and rainbows, and it's disgustingly cheery. I want to knit it right up <i>and </i>lick it.<br />
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I'm hoping the two projects on the pattern page are right, and the yardage required is only around 1,300 yards. The pattern itself calls for upwards of 1,700, and a) that's insane, and b) that's <i>expensive</i>. I'm just a poor librarian, a week out from payday after a long week of vacation spent mostly on the couch with the internet (and all the durable good available therein) and my wallet nearby. So I'm rolling the dice on this one. Keep your fingers crossed for me!<br />
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GNU Leo, GNU.Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-13796439018735617362018-11-24T23:30:00.002-05:002018-11-24T23:30:49.460-05:00I'm an Arrogant So-and-So, Wot<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here it is, the yarn I mentioned before! The one I got for freebies from a Rav friend when I had to drop out of a swap unexpectedly? Ain't she purty?<br />
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I had a volunteer gig that I have done for nearly 15 years. I got sucked into it ages ago, it wasn't entirely voluntary on my part. I mean, it's an activity that I enjoy, but...not in the way I enjoy it. In the past few years, I've been finding it a very isolating, lonely activity. And it's been interfering with my connection with both my religious community, and my spiritual life (yes, I have one, no it's none of your business).<br />
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So I quit.<br />
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And I angsted, because leadership was not telling me who they were getting to replace me in this function. I was concerned, because the person I worked with on this project wasn't taking my withdrawal well, which is sad, but I have to take care of myself, right? But no one was taking care of <i>her</i> issues with this, by not replacing me! How would they ever cope without someone to fill my place?<br />
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What an arrogant asshole I can be.<br />
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It's not my responsibility to fill my position, nor is my co-volunteer's mental state. And, shocker, <i>they will adjust.</i> My leaving will only leave a temporary void, everyone will adjust to my not being there. I'm not the only person who can carry my load, you know?<br />
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I am not the only person who can handle things. Other people are, shockingly, <i>capable of doing anything I already do -- and may even do it better.</i><br />
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I do this in so many areas of my life -- with my mom, with my pets, at work. I take on all the responsibility for projects or (heaven help us) wellness of various subjects (I'm looking at you, Rex, and your limping and weirdness), when I'm not actually able to take either the blame when things go wrong, or the praise when things go right. Not because I'm not doing my best, or working hard.<br />
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Because I have no say in the outcome. I <i>never</i> had any say in the outcome. Sometimes, shit just happens, and it's not my fault.<br />
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This is a hard lesson to learn, letting go of responsibility. I've always thought I actively avoided responsibility -- but what I'm avoiding is responsibility in matters I can control. I'm so used to taking responsibility in matters I have no control over, watching them go belly up for reasons beyond my control, and thinking I'm just bad at everything, when all I'm really bad at is knowing which systems I can affect outcomes in. So I let go in the situations I do have control, because I'm directing all my energies at moving the boulder instead of shifting the lighter rocks.<br />
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I'm sorry. I'm tired and I'm sure that this is coming out muddled. I'm exhausted, and a little shit-faced from the prosecco with juice I had at dinner. It was delicious, and celebratory.<br />
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I think I will use my now free and clear Advent season to work on my humility and ability to discern that which I can control and that which I cannot.<br />
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I haven't written anything since...well, since before I was here last. I had some problems dealing with stuff, and I gave it up. And when I stopped writing that, I stopped writing here.<br />
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Not that it matters; I'm sure no one reads blogs anymore, but the fog is starting to lift, I'm designing knit patterns again, I'm wanting to write again. It feels nice. Like I'm becoming myself again.<br />
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Not everything is great. My Yoda, oh, my Yoda, died this past summer. I don't even know what to do with myself still -- but I try not to dwell. Rex bides well. He got a new knee two months ago, he's recovering fine. We're still going to do PT, because I am nothing if not stupid when it comes to animals. Ebony, our winner of the 'Ferals as Highlanders' contest in the basement, goes for his annual this weekend. To say I'm anxious is an understatement.<br />
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But he's 19. Even if he has heart issues and has a heart attack, he's had a hell of a run for a cat, right? 19. He could <i>vote</i> if he were human. Drive a car. He's been alive almost as long as my nephew (The Phew is 20 now -- where does the time go!??!)<br />
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Which reminds us, I have a NewPhew. Nieceling <i>GOT MARRIED</i>. I would disapprove on the basis that she's barely 22 and far, far too young. But NewPhew is worthy. He can stay.<br />
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I haven't knitted for him, though.<br />
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We also have a new feline inmate. A friend of a friend found a wee baby kitten, complete with spare toes, that needed a home, and so now we live with Olaf. Well, mom lives with Olaf. I can't have a cat of my own yet. I enjoy being cat adjacent, though.<br />
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Rex has become mostly mine, now. I'm typing this as I sit on my bed, doing my back no favors with the lack of support, and he sleeps next to me. I find his presence very reassuring. He's not my Dog of before, no, Rex would not be a good guard dog, but he's warm and loves to snuggle, so...yeah.<br />
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Tonight, though, I think I'm going to cast on a new scarf. It's the first knitting I'll have done in weeks. If I had my camera or if it hooked up to my tablet, I would show you this yarn today. Tomorrow, or soon. I also have plans for a new shawl -- a rectangular one, all the weird, asymmetrical triangle ones are giving me headaches. When that starts up, you'll get the 411.<br />
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I'm also glad to be back writing again. I have so many things to tell you, Anonyblog. Shit's gotten weird, but as long as I'm myself, I think it's ok.<br />
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<i>Oh, my sweetest of sweet baboos, I will miss you forever!</i></div>
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For my first ARC, I read this one -- <i>Whichwood</i>, by Tahereh Mafi. It's actually a "young readers" book, sort of the stage before YA, and I have to say I'm pretty surprised by that. It's also a sequel to the book <i>Furthermore</i>, which I now find I must locate to read.<br />
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To our story: Laylee is 13, and stricken with a magical disease because her mother (the most beautiful woman in their land) died and her father went a little (ok, a lot) bonkers and the family business has fallen squarely on her youthful shoulders. The family business of corpse washing/burial, that is. Laylee and her family are <i>mordeshoor</i>s, people whose magic allows them to scrub both body and souls of the dead in preparation of their moving on to the afterlife. The first section of the book is a grim accounting of her daily life, which sounds rather....mucky, if you want the truth. There's lots of rather sticky description of mouldering corpses and mud and the snowy weather, and it's all written so clearly and well you can practically smell it. This is the primary reason I am surprised by the age group -- there are no punches pulled when describing rotting bodies, and while I know youngin's are more resilient than your standard grade adult (it's all that baggage we carry; it makes us fragile), but still. And it's helpful that the author uses little comments as her section titles warning the reader that the tale is about to get rough, as bugs are a major part of the tale (one of the later primary characters is a spider) and there are some...ugh. I don't want to spoiler anything, but the way the bugs get around is...nasty. To me. Maybe not to a 10 year old, I have no clue.<br />
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Just...there are bugs. It's gross. Some kids will love that, but if you've got a sensitive one (or are sensitive yourself), it may disturb you. Just a bit.<br />
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Anyway, when I say, "and it all goes downhill from the beginning", <i>please </i>understand I mean "for our heroine", not the book. The writing is lively and vibrant, and for a book written and aimed at 10-14 year olds, it's pretty adult in terms of themes and messages. There were times when I, even as an adult who knows how these things go, had no idea how anyone could possibly get out of the situation that arises with health and sanity intact. That's...rather pleasant, to be honest. I'm so very rarely surprised by a book anymore, and almost never by one that is aimed at younger readers.<br />
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It comes out November 14th through Dutton Children's Books, a division of Penguin. The version I have read is the uncorrected galley, and the cover art may very well change between here and there, but I'm really optimistic that it will remain every bit as entertaining in finished form as it is in it's 'just learned to walk' format.<br />
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I recommend this book -- and all her books, really. Mafi has an engaging voice and personable style that gives the impression that you've just sat down with her and she's telling you a story. It's quite pleasant for the reader, even as she tortures her characters with unique, character building traumas. And love. Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-86594838756708095742017-07-01T20:15:00.000-04:002017-07-01T20:15:46.629-04:00Re-Birthings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I had to go away for a long while, regroup. Rethink my place in the world. And realized that, without a journal to keep me oriented, I tend to forget things like "order in which things happened" and "where is that recipe that I liked?"<br />
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I can't keep this as a straight-up yarn blog anymore, mostly because I am so much more. I like a place to keep my recipe innovations, and a place to keep my book lists, and a place to whine about my shoes. I still knit, but it's not my primary mode of self-expression anymore. Hell, my stash is so large that if I quit knitting <i>now</i>, my mom would probably murder me.<br />
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So I'm making this an everything and nothing spot, a place to dump the contents of my mind when they come up. I think that will work best for me, to be honest. I need to start keeping track of myself again, if only so I have notes on what I was thinking two weeks ago.<br />
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Yeah, it's sort of like that.<br />
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To catch everyone up: We still have two cats (Yoda and Ebony), and Rex the WonderPibble. I still share a house with both of my parents and a brother I waver between wanting to shove under a bus and wanting to give a medal. I had a severe bout of mononeucleosis (sorry, I have no idea what they call that in Europe -- uhhh, Epstein Barr?) that left me super wiped out for the better part of six months, that I'm always on the cusp of relapsing into. I just attended the American Library Association Conference in Chicago and brought home more perfect-bound bundles of printed paper to drop on top of my already precariously stacked To Be Read pile. And I'm in the middle of knitting Nieceling a pretty thing for her wedding (can it be? The little piglet that bruised my ribs the very first time I held her is already getting hitched up? I'm not crying, <i>you're </i>crying!)<br />
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You could say I've been busy.<br />
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But that's no excuse for ignoring my journaling! How the heck will I be able to track my life's milestones without a list somewhere! So I've dusted this off and am starting anew.<br />
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To begin: My To Be Read list. It's huge, it's papery, and I better get cracking on it or the advance reader's copies I have will be still waiting until everyone's read and resold their publisher copies at a used bookstore. I'll have to talk about the first book I've started: <i>Whichwood</i>, a YA novel by Tahereh Mafi. It doesn't come out until November, and I tucked into it the day I picked it up at ALA.<br />
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You will be hearing more about it!Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-42222839872302333082016-06-07T18:23:00.000-04:002016-06-07T18:24:18.470-04:00I had my Reiki done today.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I finally got to the end of a rope today. I've had month-long migraines for the last three months, with significant abdominal components. They're...unpleasant, and they linger, and after two weeks of feeling like a giant is squeezing you like a tube of toothpaste and just not wanting to eat or breathe or move or live, you get desperate.<br />
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I got new medications from my doctor -- hopefully, they will address the root cause of these migraines, but we have a whole 'nother month to see how that plays out. In the meantime, there have been some lingering after-effects (as usual for migraines), including body pain. And my new meds are having a really irritating side effect, in that they exacerbate my bruxism, and leave my face in a more-or-less permanent cramp. Yay. But still, cramps or giant's dental hygiene? I'll take the cramp, thank you.<br />
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My father has a visiting nurse who also does reiki. He's recommended it for my mom, for pain relief on her knee. I figure...eh. There's a local place, it's $40 for half an hour, if nothing else, it's half and hour of bingly-bong massage music and low lighting. And the shop smells like sandalwood and patchouli, scents which I find very soothing. I can forgive that expense.<br />
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So in the interests of science, here is my lab report.<br />
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Reiki for Surly Knitter</h2>
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<b>Introduction: </b>Reiki is a Japanese energy work method that practitioners claim offers health benefits. Does it really work, or is that a load of crap? That was the purpose of this study, to report the outcome of a reiki session on someone who was desperate for pain relief.</div>
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This researcher's hypothesis is that there will be some relief, based on the fact that the subject is both desperate and highly suggestible. </div>
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<b>Materials and Methods: </b>The study pool consisted of one (1) female, 42 years of age, caught in the throes of the serotonin shakes. She reports a face cramp, moderate to severe, impacting her ability to sleep and chew. The cramp is affecting the muscles in her cheek, forehead, down her throat and to her shoulder. </div>
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A reiki appointment was obtained with a practitioner, female, age unknown, working out of a shop front location. Practitioner lists herself as "Certified Usui Reiki Master Teacher" in promotional materials. Study subject is familiar with the practitioner on an acquaintance level.</div>
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At the appointment, the subject removed her shoes and lay on an uncomfortable massage table with knee bolster, covered with a sheet for warmth. The practitioner proceeded to supply 30 minutes of reiki -- involving hands cupped around the head and neck of the subject. </div>
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<b>Results: </b>The subject reported an unusual wave-like sensation running up and down her limbs during the portion of reiki with hands around her ears. After a bit, her toes began tingling, but not in a painful way. Upon standing, subject reported feeling 'empty'. After a few moments, and some time to ponder, subject states the sensation is similar to "growing two inches, and losing 20 pounds". Subject reports she realized that the after-effects of her previous abdominal migraine (tiredness, heaviness in the abdomen) had vanished during the session. An hour and a half post-appointment, subject still reports feeling lighter than before and having significantly less joint pain than before, additionally, her lower back has relaxed to the point she can touch the floor with her palms again, something she has not been able to do for months. Her jaw, however, still hurts and is tight.</div>
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<b>Conclusion:</b> Reiki worked for this subject in unexpected ways. Her jaw, the primary reason for the appointment, was mainly unaffected, although muscles in her neck and shoulder have relaxed slightly. The most marked change was the feeling of lightness and of having grown. Her abdominal cavity no longer feels bloated or tense.</div>
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Reiki worked, for this subject. What that means for other subjects at large is unknown.</div>
Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-25327944315072639442016-05-18T21:15:00.001-04:002016-05-18T21:15:28.261-04:00Well, that sucked.We had a bereavement today. Bacardi, one of our basement cats (literally, they're both black and they both stay in the basement) passed away after a brief illness. He didn't suffer, and from his body posture, I'm guessing he simply fell over on his way to the litter box. But it became my job to play kitty coroner and take him off to the vet for cremation. It's a creepy basement anyway, but... There's something horrid about picking up the body of someone you'd just been petting and making nice with the night before.<br />
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We cleaned out some of the basement this evening, and spent some time with Ebony (who, oddly enough, doesn't seem the least little bit upset at suddenly having a massive basement, two food dishes and three bags of treats all to his onesies -- I'm becoming slightly suspicious of him, to be honest).<br />
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Then I finished off my wine. It was a big glass. And had some of <a href="http://www.pauladeen.com/original-gooey-butter-cake" target="_blank">Paula Deen's Oooey Gooey Butter Cake</a> (horrible politics from that one, but I love what she can do to a stick of butter). Mom made it for me while I was at work, along with spaghetti and meat sauce, which is my favorite. I'd like to think it was a 'thank you for dealing with something I haven't got the spoons to handle', but I'm pretty sure it was just because I had to pay for the cremation.<br />
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I told them to keep his ashes and sprinkle them on the pet cemetery -- he was feral; I'm pretty sure the last thing he'd want is to be brought back here.<br />
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So, these are my feelz today:<br />
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I am done with this day, possibly even this week. I'm going upstairs to cuddle with my Yoda, maybe watch some <i>Star Wars </i>(alien war zones; fabulous places to be in times of stress) and fall asleep early. <br />
Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-18962918219894804952016-05-07T20:03:00.001-04:002016-05-07T20:03:54.868-04:00Yeah, sorry.It's been a very long time since I last posted. Let's just say...it's been an adventure.<br />
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I realized a few weeks ago, however, that I enjoyed keeping my blog. It's a place to keep my records. I can't even tell you how helpful it is to have a digital resource where my work start date is posted. I <i>always </i>seem to forget what year I started working there full-time.<br />
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Long story short, I spent a lot of time watching the new <i>Star Wars </i>movie in the time I've been away. It tells you something when you'd rather spend $10 (minimum) and two and a half hours in the middle of an alien war zone rather than your own life, if you know what I mean. And then some more shit happened. It sucked -- and I spent more time yet in the Star Wars 'verse (thank you, Mr. Wendig, for <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/aftermath-chuck-wendig/1122233762?ean=9780345511621" target="_blank">that excellent novel,</a> and I may be hyperventilating due to <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/life-debt-chuck-wendig/1122785400?ean=9781101966938" target="_blank">the sequel coming out in <i>two months</i></a>, nonononononono I need that book <i>noooooow</i>). And then more shit happened, and then I ended up in hospital on morphine, and then I got out and the bills are outrageous. Thank God I changed my insurance from high deductible last year, is all I've got to say about it.<br />
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And now you're all caught up.<br />
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Fear not, though, I've been knitting and cooking through it all. Most of it - the hospital part was a little less on the cooking/eating bits - anyway. And I find that I want to start knitting more. And cooking more. And I'm hella poor. No, really. I'm an American, working class woman. Spend one night in an emergency room and you will discover how poor you can get. End up going back for subsequent imaging tests and get prescribed drugs...uh, yeah. I'll be paying this off for a while. I have nothing better to do with myself (that I can afford, anyway) than blog, knit and cook dinner. Aren't you lucky?<br />
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My purpose in starting this blog up again today (and I do have one) is that I've made up a recipe for myself and I want to keep it somewhere safe. I <i>actually </i>innovated a recipe! And it was awesome! So awesome, in fact, that I have no pictures - I finished it, took one bite and sucked it down like new plumbing. Oh, my word, it was fabulous. If I do say so myself (and I do).<br />
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I was watching <i><a href="http://www.cookingchanneltv.com/shows/dinner-at-tiffanis.html" target="_blank">Dinner at Tiffani's</a> </i>today, and she made a version of poutine called "Disco Fries". I found myself thinking, <i>Self, you neglected to eat poutine when you were in Canada, oh, so long ago. This was bad.</i> And then I started wanting poutine, even though I've never had it. However, even her recipe is problematical for me in terms of ingredients - well, Lea & Perrins' claims their Worcestershire Sauce has no soy, but I don't trust anyone anymore, so I'm not going to make her recipe, per se. And all day long my longing for gravy coated fries just got stronger and stronger and stronger. I made a stop at the grocery and then made this:<br />
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1 bag freezer fries (heavy crinkle cuts, please)<br />
1 cup beef broth<br />
1 1/2 Tbsp butter<br />
1 1/2 Tbsp flour<br />
1/8 tsp cumin<br />
1 tsp garlic powder<br />
shake of onion powder (about the same amount as cumin)<br />
Cheese -- roughly a half cup, but please yourself, both in type and amount -- I used Gruyere. <br />
Salt and pepper<br />
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Bake half of the bag of fries (supposedly, this is one serving - ok, ok, it's one serving if you're me) until crispy, then salt and set aside -- you will want the extra salt, and you will want these fries crisp before you doctor them.<br />
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Melt butter in a heavy saucepan, and once it's melted make a pale roux with the flour (that just means you mix it in and let it cook, but don't let it get dark -- I only went a light tan with my roux). Pour in half the broth and cook until it comes together in a thick paste. Toss in most of the cheese and melt, almost as if you're making a bechemel sauce, but without the milk. Once the cheese melts, add your spices (and a tiny bit more salt, and pepper to taste.) Stir it up, and then carefully add in the second half of the beef broth. Whisk to keep it smooth.<br />
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Put your fries in a bowl, pour a healthy dose of gravy on and then top with the rest of the cheese. You'll have some of your gravy left over, just save it up.<br />
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I can't speak for your experience with my lazy poutine, but putting the cheese in the gravy gives it extra body and makes it <i>soooooooo </i>good.<br />
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I ate my dinner, had some sugar cookie dough and now am contemplating going to the laundry to wash my clothes. If I can move. I may have a gravy hangover.<br />
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But rest assured, I will take some pictures of my new knitting projects and the designs I'm working on, and be back soon. I'm going to try and blog at least once a week. We'll see how it goes.Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-89970128502865620852015-12-04T20:26:00.000-05:002015-12-04T20:26:43.796-05:00Oh, Gods, tonight's dinner is *spectacular*!!!I've already told you that I had the summer and year from hell, right? I'm recovering from several months of lots of issues and stress and a nervous exhaustion that is particularly odious. I feel like I need a month or two at a warm seaside resort or something equally Victorian like that.<br />
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I decided to make myself a nice dinner, snuggle with my puppers and watch <i>The Hunger Games: Mockingjay, Part I</i>. So I considered the ingredients at home, stopped at the grocery for extras and a bottle of wine (and a small cheesecake), and went to town.<br />
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Chicken based Italian sausage (mild), baby spinach, chicken broth, and onion, and some items not pictured: some leftover potatoes from the pantry, some cheese, garlic, cream, salt and pepper. The wine is for drinking during dinner.<br />
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Bacon on top, too. I'm finishing up my second bowl.I can't wait for the cheesecake.<br />
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And you know? I <i>do </i>feel better.<br />
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Now, to gather Rex and head off to Panem before I make plans to see the second half of the movie this weekend. Hopefully, it'll help me recover some strength before the crazy of the <i>next </i>holiday.<br />
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<i>And a nap. We have to take a nap. Naps are good for you, too.</i><br />
Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-71848779121202213542015-11-28T22:00:00.003-05:002015-11-28T22:00:50.909-05:00I got my write on!It sucked. But it felt soooo <i>goood</i>.<br />
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I may even write some more of it. Or maybe something else. Who knows? But it felt good to get some quiet time in a noisy coffee shop and write some words.<br />
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If only I could get some <i>knitting </i>done, I'd feel a good deal less creatively constipated.<br />
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It's possible that there may be some new yarn in my future, so maybe I'll get an impetus to knit again, too. It's the dark time of the year, though, so that may be retarding my ability to feel creative in any real way. I just have to push through, I guess.<br />
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If only it weren't so hard.<br />
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I have a scarf I wanted to knit for a friend, for her conjoined birth/giftmas days. So I've been trying and trying and trying different methods to get it to do what I want -- with little success. I finally put it in the naughty corner and went off to do other things.<br />
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Her holiday complex is in less than four weeks now, so it's too late to get it done -- even if I knit my fingers to the bone for it. I have no interest in knitting that hard on anything.<br />
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So she gets lamps, instead. But now that I know there is <i>another </i>possible solution to the problem I've been having with this project makes me feel a little better. I've been having some...issues with cognition and creativity this year. So much of my mental ability has been stifled, so to get an idea like this, <i>for free</i>.... yeah. That's awesome.<br />
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And of course I have to have this idea on a day when I'm beyond exhausted and overtaxed. Great. I haven't got the energy to do anything, but at least I know what I will do when I get my energy back.<br />
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Until then, I'll be hiding in this pillow pile with Rex. All snuggled up and warm and smooshy.<br />
Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-66830461143897347802015-11-07T18:19:00.001-05:002015-11-07T18:20:01.777-05:00I may have found the next best thing in pasta....We went to a family style Italian restaurant for my aunt's birthday today, and due to my food allergy I had to cobble lunch together from bits and bobs. I might have found the <i>best </i>pasta dish ever:<br />
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1 plate of perfectly cooked spaghetti (it's wonderful if done right)<br />
1 large platter of caprese salad (mozzarella, tomatoes, basil leaves, salt, pepper and extra virgin olive oil)<br />
a little more salt<br />
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Cut up the salad, top it with more olive oil and some excellent balsamic vinegar, nosh. It tastes like summer and heaven and sunshine.<br />
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I had half this afternoon, half tonight (even though I wasn't even hungry -- I just <i>needed</i> that balsamic vinegar, tomato and cheese). I'm starting to think of other things I can add to spaghetti when there's good oil and vinegar involved. Although it would also be excellent all on its own -- oil and vinegar and pasta? Awesome.<br />
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Oh, my blob. Is this turning into an ersatz food blog?Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-40154286766774719582015-10-27T20:24:00.001-04:002015-10-27T20:24:43.142-04:00I don't even know what I'm doing.Honestly, I have no idea.<br />
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But I know that when I don't write, when I keep the words bottled up, my stomach problems get worse. I've been bottling up a lot of words. Granted, what I write here isn't all that much, but I need to get myself back in the habit.<br />
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So, here I am.<br />
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At least I can report that I've been enjoying French toast casserole all summer. It's lovely.<br />
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I haven't been knitting (although some of this is due to Rex still being a bit of a wool moth, and part cat), I haven't been writing. Working and watching old <i>Law & Order </i>reruns. I gave up on <i>CSI</i>, they got weird there at the end.<br />
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Although I have been working on some things at knit night, so at least there's that. In between trying to hold myself together with both hands and having what felt like a nervous breakdown, that is. And I've got some new projects I'd like to work on, but first I have to find time to do it.<br />
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Hopefully, starting up the blog again will hold me accountable, and I'll be able to have <i>some </i>kind of routine to make me feel...comfortable again.Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-8879620450289750102015-02-22T10:44:00.000-05:002015-02-22T10:46:52.626-05:00And we have a winner!!!I have found my go-to French Toast casserole recipe!<br />
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Well, I've innovated it. I had to combine two different recipes to get here, but now I can sleep secure knowing that, should I ever need to serve brunch to people, I know <i>precisely</i> how to put the French Tioast casserole together.<br />
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I combined the most fragrant of the custards (let's be honest, with really excellent vanilla, the Pioneer Woman's Baked French Toast has a nice, basic custard base) and the best topper (the caramel on the Skier's French Toast Casserole is...mind-shatteringly fabulous) and made the French Toast Casserole <i>la prima</i>.<br />
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Here it is:<br />
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Surly Knitter's Super Duper French Toast Casserole</h2>
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You will need: 9 x 13 baking dish, oven, and a spoon to get it from the bowl into your mouth. You will definitely want to get it there efficiently.</h3>
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Ingredients</h4>
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1/2 cup butter -- one stick, for Americans playing at home</div>
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2 Tblsp corn syrup, light or dark</div>
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1 cup dark brown sugar, packed</div>
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8 whole eggs</div>
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2 cups whole milk (2% will suffice)</div>
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1/2 cups heavy cream (I used half and half, it works)</div>
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3/4 cups sugar</div>
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2 tbsp vanilla extract -- buy the best one you can afford; I accidentally bought a $6 bourbon vanilla that's organic and free-trade, and I'd willingly pay that again, even if I only made $6 an hour</div>
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One loaf of crusty bread, sourdough or white, dealer's choice. Cut or torn into bite size squares/cubes.</div>
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The night before, make the caramel. In a sauce pan on the stove, melt your butter on medium to medium-low heat. When the stick is melted, stir in the corn syrup and dark brown sugar. Stir occasionally and let simmer lightly until the sugar is completely melted into the butter and no crystals remain (it takes a bit, be patient).</div>
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Meanwhile, grease your pan. Use butter or spray stuff, it's up to you. When the caramel is ready, pour into the bottom of the pan. It's not going to like the spray stuff or butter that you used very much, so you may have to spread it out with your spoon. Let set aside.</div>
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Mix the custard ingredients (I prefer to whip the eggs and sugar together before adding the rest of the ingredients, but last night I put them in as I could get to them and it turned out really well). Spread the bread bits on top of the caramel in the baking dish, using them to spread the caramel a little more. Pour the custard on top of the bread, making sure to get all the top pieces wet (unless you <i>like </i>chewing on broken glass, which is sort of what baked stale bread feels like in the mouth).</div>
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Cover and refrigerate overnight.</div>
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Next morning, rise, shine, get a cup of joe and preheat your oven to 350 F. Pop the casserole in for 40-45 minutes (checking at the 40 minute mark for done-ness). Bake longer for a drier texture, less time for a more squishy bread pudding experience.</div>
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Remove from oven. Nosh. You don't need (nor will you want) maple syrup. Sausage is a good pairing, although bacon is <i>always </i>welcome in my home.</div>
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I promise you, this one is the best possible French Toast Casserole. At least, by my reckoning. Here, have some pictures:</div>
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Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-91662000683263264662015-02-15T20:28:00.001-05:002015-02-15T20:32:11.821-05:00Awesome new toys<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I went to my local art museum today. They're talking about charging an entrance fee come spring, so I'm trying to get my visits in <i>now</i>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm looking to decorate my "modular work station", and it is my favorite place to find decor. So I toddled around for a little while, enjoyed my favorite pieces a bit, then hit the shop. And got myself some super awesome new toys.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The <a href="http://www.momastore.org/museum/moma/ProductDisplay_MoMA%20Modern%20Play%20House_10451_10001_65593_-1_26698_11534_65594" target="_blank">MoMA Modern Play House</a> and <a href="http://www.momastore.org/museum/moma/ProductDisplay_MoMA%20Modern%20Play%20Family_10451_10001_65599_-1_26698_11534_65600" target="_blank">MoMA Modern Play Family</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Aw, yeah, baby!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I think I'll have a hard time on Tuesday when I go back paying attention to actual <i>work. </i>Look at these things:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Both sets, people, I now own both sets! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm going to clear my shelves, put all my pretty tchotchkes on display and hide the stuff I need for work in my closed door cabinet. It doesn't lock, anyway, so I can put my statues and stuff out and it's no safer or more endangered than it is inside the cabinet. We have a kick-ass cleaning crew, anyway. They don't take things. Heck, my boss left cash-money on top of her filing cabinet the other day, and they dusted <i>around </i>it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Those are some honest people, yo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The best part of it all is that I used to be addicted to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colorforms" target="_blank">Colorforms</a>, and these are basically glorified Colorforms in a swanky, modernist design structure. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm going to have so. much. fun.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I can't wait to put them together and put them up on my shelf. They will go so great with my little plaster skull in a tiara (called Gertie, aka, Queen Gertrude), ceramic cat and turtles and plant. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All that color! It will go fabulously with my various art postcards/magnets! </span><br />
Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-40320474025556605672015-02-07T18:44:00.000-05:002015-02-07T18:44:50.079-05:00Well, it's pretty, that's for sure.I took a commission from a friend a month ago, to make an infinity scarf. It is taking a blue forever, for reasons I've whined about before.<br />
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I love Rex, I really do.<br />
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Anyway, I bethought myself to <i>finally</i> take a picture of it. I screwed up the night-time knitting project (the one I keep in my bedroom to knit on before I go to bed) and will need the assistance of my knitting group to repair it. So this project, herewith called "Water Melons", has been promoted from knit night knitting to bed time knitting. I'll work on both of them, alternating, until one of them is finished. Or I'll go crazy and eat my own yarn, one or the other. <br />
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Here is a picture of Water Melons:<br />
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The stitch pattern is called "melons", and I found it in my favorite yarn porn book <i>evar: <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/listing/2671360898064?r=1&kpid=2671360898064&cm_mmc=GooglePLA-_-Book_25To44-_-Q000000633-_-2671360898064" target="_blank">Victorian Lace Today, </a></i><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/listing/2671360898064?r=1&kpid=2671360898064&cm_mmc=GooglePLA-_-Book_25To44-_-Q000000633-_-2671360898064" target="_blank">by Jane Sowerby</a><i>.</i> <br />
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And I just about fainted when I looked up that link. The book is now under $10 cash American. I won't tell you what I paid when it was brand new, but I'll tell you what, just looking at the pictures is worth every penny.<br />
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Anyway, the yarn is Crystal Palace Yarns Panda Pearl in the color "Blue Lagoon" -- hence, Water Melons.<br />
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Hey, I've been getting more and more tired lately, all my wit and humor burned off well before I get home, and all that's left over is the burnt out husk of a woman who used to be absolutely clever on this blog. Cut me some slack on the stupid puns, ok?<br />
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I probably need more protein. And maybe some exercise. And to be not dehydrated (why oh why can I not keep myself in the habit of drinking water? Yes, I know it's bland -- I mean, duh, it's <i>water</i> -- but you'd think I would remember how tired and headachey and miserable I get when I don't drink it and just...do my duty to myself, you know?)<br />
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Anyway, Rex is looking a bit sheepish. He knows I've outed him for his luxury yarn fetish.<br />
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You'd think it would be a point of common ground between us, wouldn't you? If only he'd leave my stash alone, it probably would.Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242995725096457951.post-78906924952747670842015-02-01T10:32:00.000-05:002015-02-01T10:32:58.589-05:00February is here! Huzzah!I hate January. But it's over for the year, and boy, howdy, did it feel like it took <i>forever</i>. But now we are on to the shortest month of the year, happily it's also a winter month, because if <i>any</i> season of the year should be short-changed on days, it should be winter, and as a bonus it involves chocolate. What more can any growing girl want?<br />
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Anyway, on to my French Toast challenge. You may notice that I have been silent on the Taste of Home French toast. This is because my mother taught me that if I have nothing nice to say, I should say nothing at all. <br />
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And I'll be honest, at first I blamed the sharpness of the cream cheese for my intense dislike. The custard was so bland that all you got was a mouthfull of sharp, cheesy goo. Icky. But then this week, I used the <a href="http://shopnsavefood.com/Recipes/MealPlanning/AllRecipes/tabid/173/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/200/Blueberry-Surprise-French-Toast-Casserole.aspx" target="_blank">Shop 'n Save Blueberry Surprise French Toast</a> casserole recipe. It, too, has cream cheese, and I was hesitant. But I wasn't feeling the <a href="http://missparty.net/2012/11/20/skiers-french-toast-casserole-make-it-ahead-for-your-brunch/" target="_blank">walnuts of Mr. Breakfast</a> or the plain, sugary nature of the <a href="http://missparty.net/2012/11/20/skiers-french-toast-casserole-make-it-ahead-for-your-brunch/" target="_blank">Skier's French Toast</a> recipe, so I got some blueberries, bought way more cream cheese and went for it.<br />
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It crisped up nicely, although it looked nothing like the picture on the recipe website. But I figure that's because I haven't got a food stylist, and just got on with it. I tried it first without maple syrup on top, and it's alright. I mean, there's some syrup inside, so there's a hint of that flavor to begin with. But then I just went insane: <br />
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Sorry for the blur. My camera is, I believe, slowly but surely going down. It's almost 20 years old, so should anyone be surprised?<br />
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Anyway, that there is my <i>first </i>serving, which should tell you something, as I barely made it halfway through the Taste of Home version before chucking it and getting myself a bowl of cereal.<br />
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Anyway, the blueberries sort of cut the tang of the cream cheese (although, in the interest in honesty, I used Philadelphia's Neufschatel instead of actual full-fat cream cheese -- cream cheese was on sale 2 for $3, so they were out of the regular), and the whole blended with the sausage and maple syrup beautifully. And as a bonus, you get to say you got some vitamins. Not many, but <i>blueberries</i>. Don't certain overly-simplified nutrionists say that makes it health food?<br />
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I can see how this could be altered to include lots of other fruits and inclusions. You could carmelize some bananas in dark brown sugar and use that instead of both blueberries and cream cheese -- or just add it to. You could find a different berry that flipped your skirt up faster than blueberries and sub that. Go crazy.<br />
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This one is a serious contender for my Go-To Recipe.Silver Phoenixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281318425997456897noreply@blogger.com0