tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25873787784019335002024-03-14T03:41:36.800-05:00Stella's Many Winding Roads...take a ride on the wild side ~Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.comBlogger333125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-29790251352781906052013-01-24T10:51:00.001-06:002013-01-24T10:51:21.097-06:00The 11 Best Sources of Magnesium | Maria's Farm Country Kitchen<a href="http://www.mariasfarmcountrykitchen.com/the-11-best-sources-of-magnesium/comment-page-1/#comment-38093">The 11 Best Sources of Magnesium | Maria's Farm Country Kitchen</a><br />
<br />
As the wife of a recovering alcoholic, I am finding this source an INVALUABLE wealth of knowledge and help while we transition through alcoholic cirrhosis and HE. With a miriad of problems to deal with, this cuts to the chase and saves me valuable time!<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.jigsawhealth.com/faqs/magnesium-deficiency-symptoms" target="_blank">Magnesium Deficiency Symptoms | Jigsaw Health </a><br />
<br />
It sneaks up on you, when you least expect it! See how and why!Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-11937716852822447322013-01-13T10:57:00.001-06:002013-01-13T10:57:34.823-06:00My New Fave Snack Treat!Try this great and healthy snack idea, you won't be able to stop eating it!<br />
<br />
Jacques Pepin's Baked Kale Chips<br />
1 bag fresh kale<br />
Olive oil<br />
Salt to taste<br />
<br />
Dump bag of kale in a large bowl. Drizzle a little olive oil over all, add a dash of salt to taste. Hand mix and place on cooling rack on cookie sheet in middle position oven. Bake at 250• for 25 minutes. Be careful not to burn. Remove from pan and eat immediately. Leftovers placed in a zip bag will go limp. Freeze and save for soups!<br />
<br />
Bon Appetite !<br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/20130113-105144.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/20130113-105144.jpg" alt="20130113-105144.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a>Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-38216884225557104062012-12-29T17:16:00.001-06:002012-12-29T17:24:22.066-06:00Signs from the Wild Side<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121229-171125.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121229-171125.jpg" alt="20121229-171125.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
The other day, I was watching as a herd of about 5-6 deer crossed our front yard, on their way to their night shelter. Igor had heard them right before, alerting me to the "intruders".<br />
I hurried and grabbed my cellphone, not wanting to miss a good pic for the day!<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121229-164429.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121229-164429.jpg" alt="20121229-164429.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
As they started to wander over toward the side of the house, I ran to the Guest bedroom to catch a shot there. <br />
I noticed a deer standing very still by the Mulberry over behind the shed, and got ready to take a pic when, to my horror, I discovered it was bleeding from a nasty wound under its lower jaw. It was obviously in shock, and noticing the snow on its back, neck and head, I figured it got clipped and rolled down a hill. Deeply saddened, I snapped a shot while the others milled about it, pausing to sniff their wounded comrade, before moving on up the hill.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121229-164827.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121229-164827.jpg" alt="20121229-164827.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
The wounded deer stood for several minutes, then hobbled up the hill slowly, stiffly; its back legs did not want to cooperate.<br />
I watched as the deer worked its way painfully back further, mentally telling it to keep owing, keep moving to safe ground. Deep down, I feared it would just find a place to rest, and Nature would take its course. <br />
3 days went by, and I kept a vigil while Igor played in the woods, always on a scent trail. I didn't want to go up and find a deer frozen in the snow, and Igor didn't tarry long before retuning each time we were out.<br />
Two days ago, while Igor and I were out walking up the hill, I discovered the location of the fateful mishap. By the looks of things, it appeared a snow plow had recently passed by with its blade down, scrapping the shoulder, just prior to our next snowfall. Maybe the deer was coming out of the woods, in the usual place, and the snow plow spooked it just enough to clip it... Shaking my head, I took Igor home, there was no way a deer could survive a hit like that.<br />
<br />
Yesterday, as I was sitting at my desk finishing up some paperwork, I saw a movement in the corner of the front window and my heart nearly lept out of my chest when the deer that I thought was gone, came up to the bird feeder and took a nibble. She looked like she was a bit bruised, a slight grazing under her chin, but her back legs seemed to work just fine. When she looked up and saw me in the window, she stepped closed for a better look, no fear in her eyes. I was so surprised, I did not want to move to find my cellphone, but instead enjoyed the moment. We looked at each other, and I smiled like the sun had just come out! She watched me for another minute, as if saying, "thanks for thinking of me" and without any fear, turned and took another lick at the feeder before slowly heading back into the woods for the night. <br />
<br />
I am constantly reminded that we are not ever alone. If just one good shot of positive energy can bring hope to the sick and injured, then how much better for a Circle of Friends who care for one of their own, when Life sideswipes one of us.<br />
<br />
I believe in the power of positive energy and healing. Let this light send enough light to someone tonight, to help ease their pain and sadness.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121229-171056.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121229-171056.jpg" alt="20121229-171056.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a>Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-51439088462009595302012-12-20T23:38:00.001-06:002012-12-20T23:38:54.353-06:00Jeny's Stretchy Knit Cast On for Stump CoversSnow is flying, wind is blowing. Sounding pretty ferocious out there...<br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121220-230848.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121220-230848.jpg" alt="20121220-230848.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />Time for a sock, or how about Barbara Coley's <a href="http://suzies-yarnie-stuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/amputees-residual-limb-covers-aka-stump.html?m=1">amputee sock</a>!<br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121220-231407.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121220-231407.jpg" alt="20121220-231407.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
I'm using Indulgence Distrato Merino Wool, a soft, warm and easy care washable sock yarn in 013 white/grey colourway, size 6 US needles. With a generous 426 yards, there's enough for two pairs of socks/covers. <br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121220-232204.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121220-232204.jpg" alt="20121220-232204.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
What to use for a stretchy thigh band? <a href="http://youtu.be/3n8E3I6Cg2k">Jeny's Stretchy Slipknot Cast-On, by Jeny Staiman</a>:<br />
<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121220-232120.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121220-232120.jpg" alt="20121220-232120.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br /><br />
<br />
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.<br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121220-230902.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121220-230902.jpg" alt="20121220-230902.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-84362180530501781792012-12-01T09:35:00.001-06:002012-12-01T09:44:37.584-06:00Free 'n easy knit pattern, the Patricia cowlI'm in full marathon knit mode now, aiming to get at least 4 projects completed before I head to Texas to help DD and SIL move back home, Jan 3. So far, I've made 2 pairs of slippers; one child and one adult size. <br />
The adult size was a compilation of two patterns, the crochet top of the <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/manyhorsesmane/crocodile-stitch-boots-adult-sizes">Crocodile Stitch Boots</a>, and the knit foot and sole of the <a href="http://www.garnstudio.com/lang/us/pattern.php?id=5714&lang=us">St Louis Boots - Slippers in seed st in Eskimo by DROPS design<br />
</a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121201-091541.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121201-091541.jpg" alt="20121201-091541.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
The childs' booties are done completely in crochet, according to the pattern. I'm not fond of crochet footwear, too holey and stiff, but will probably wear longer, at least one season, when she'll outgrow them. I used Red Heart Soft Multi worsted acrylic, for the child's booties.<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121201-091602.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121201-091602.jpg" alt="20121201-091602.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
I'm going to make another pair of the St Louis Boots, once I have snagged some nice bulky worsted, color TBD.<br />
I'm on to the next quick project, the <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/patricia-5">Patricia</a> Cowl.<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121201-091930.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121201-091930.jpg" alt="20121201-091930.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
I'm using Berroco Voyage, Embers colorway, an interesting braided blend of yummy super fine Alpaca and polyester. The cable pattern is repeated over 20 rows, nothing too complicated, and is an easy pattern to memorize. This is the first two repeats.<br />
<br />
Mr. Peeps is currently redecorating his cage; apparently the carpeting is very tasty! <br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121201-092633.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/20121201-092633.jpg" alt="20121201-092633.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a>Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-71718048544513245912012-11-25T15:34:00.001-06:002012-11-25T15:51:47.011-06:00Lesbo plug-in for....? O this is just too funny to not share. <br />
At Mr's request, I just spent the last 30 minutes attaching a replacement plug to an extension cord he wanted to salvage. I gave it a whirl, for snicks and grins. This is what happens when the blind lead the blind. "Like" and a thumbs up, if you get it ;)<br />
<br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/11/20121125-152911.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/11/20121125-152911.jpg" alt="20121125-152911.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/11/20121125-154432.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/11/20121125-154432.jpg" alt="20121125-154432.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
Finally, the bulb comes on when Mr. finds the female connector and announces, "...looks like candy corn..."<br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/11/20121125-153035.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/11/20121125-153035.jpg" alt="20121125-153035.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
At least today, we had a laugh. <br />Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-76729817088429114172012-11-01T16:58:00.001-05:002012-11-01T17:00:29.452-05:00Crochet Turkey Coasters And Ornaments | Free Pattern & Tutorial at CraftPassion.com<a href="http://www.craftpassion.com/2011/11/crochet-turkey-coasters-and-ornaments.html/2">Crochet Turkey Coasters And Ornaments | Free Pattern & Tutorial at CraftPassion.com</a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.craftpassion.com/wp-content/gallery/crochet-turkey-coasters/crochet-turkey-coaster-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="686" src="http://www.craftpassion.com/wp-content/gallery/crochet-turkey-coasters/crochet-turkey-coaster-2.jpg" width="588" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
14 Nov 21<br />
Crochet Turkey Coasters And Ornaments<br />
<br />
Crochet Pattern: Turkey Coasters And Ornaments<br />
<br />
Pattern adapted from Jennifer Martin’s pattern in Ravelry after being inspired by 178/365 Flower Potholder.<br />
<br />
Dimension:<br />
Finished size: Approximate 6 1/2″ (W) x 5 1/2″ (H)<br />
Gauge: not important as long as the yarn label said it is suitable for 2.5mm to 3.5mm hook.<br />
<br />
Materials & Tools:<br />
1. Yarn, acrylic baby yarn, 5 – 6 colors.<br />
2. Crochet hook, 3mm<br />
3. Felt – White, Black and Red<br />
4. Sewing thread – White, Black and Red<br />
5. Sewing needle<br />
6. Scissors<br />
<br />
Abbreviations:<br />
sl knot = slip knot<br />
st = stitch<br />
slst = slip stitch (to fasten)<br />
ch = chain<br />
sc = single crochet<br />
dc = double crochet<br />
fo = fasten off<br />
Rnd = round<br />
<br />
Crochet Pattern:<br />
<br />
Work on right side only, unless stated otherwise.<br />
FRONT<br />
Body<br />
sl knot on hook to begin.<br />
Rnd 1 – ch 4, 14dc into 1st ch, slst to the 4th ch at the beginning rnd. This will give you a total 15 sts in a rnd, counting the 3chs at the beginning rnd as the first 1 dc stitch. (15 sts)<br />
Rnd 2 – ch 3, dc in same st, 2dc in each st around. slst to the 3rd ch at the beginning rnd. fo. (30 sts)<br />
Rnd 3 – New color: ch3, *2dc in next st, dc in next st, repeat * around. slst to the 3rd ch at the beginning round. fo. (45 sts)<br />
Rnd 4 – New color: ch1, sc around. fo. (45 sts)<br />
Tail<br />
Row 1 – New color: ch3, dc in same st, ch1, 2dc in same st, *skip 2 sts, (2dc, ch1, 2dc) in next st, repeat * until you have made 10 sets. fo.<br />
Row 2 – New color: start at the ch1 space of previous row, ch3, dc in same space, ch1, 2dc in same space, *(2dc, ch1, 2dc) in next ch1 space, repeat * until you reach to the end. fo.<br />
Row 3 – New color: start at the ch1 space of previous row, ch3, 2dc in same space, ch1, 3dc in same space, *(3dc, ch1, 3dc) in next ch1 space, repeat * until you reach to the end. fo.<br />
Row 4 – New color: start at the ch1 space of previous row, ch3, 5dc in same space, *6dc in next ch1 space, repeat * until you reach to the end. fo.<br />
<br />
BACK<br />
Follow the front pattern with 1 color only.<br />
When making the tail, you can either follow the front pattern by working on right side only, that is fo at every rnd and start at the first ch1 space of previous rnd.<br />
Or,<br />
Turn your piece to the other side to work without have to fo at each rnd. Make 2 to 3 slst at the beginning of each rnd to get to the ch1 space before beginning the first ch3 for the new rnd. Don’t fo and continue with the next step by joining the front and back pieces up.<br />
Hook Loop: Make a loop at the middle of the tail with ch 10 and slst to the last sc.<br />
Weave in all ends to neaten both front and back pieces.<br />
<br />
Joining Front & Back<br />
(Sew facial assemblies on the front before joining the front and back piece. Detail on sewing, please read further down.)<br />
<br />
The tail outlining and detailing are made while joining both front and back pieces. All stitches must go through both pieces for joining up.<br />
<br />
Place the front piece on top of the back piece, with wrong side facing each other. Line up edges.<br />
<br />
Side edge of the tail: *1sc (at the corner to the tail and go through both layers), ch 1, repeat * until you reach the body.<br />
Body & feet: sc in next 7 sts, [make foot: ch 2, *ch 2, sc on 2nd ch from hook, slst to 2nd next ch, repeat * 3 times, sc on next st, sc in the same st of last sc before making foot], sc in next 4 sts, repeat make foot, sc in next 6 sts.<br />
Side edge of the tail: *ch 1, 1sc, repeat * until you reach the corner of the tail<br />
Tail outline and joining:<br />
* sc in next 7 sts. sc in between the 2 shells.<br />
Ch 1, sc around the row below (in between the same 2 shells you just did, only on row 7).<br />
Ch 1, sc around row 6.<br />
Ch 1, sc around row 5 (there are 2 skipped sts available, 1 sc into the closest one, ch 1, then sc into the other).<br />
Ch 1, sc around row 6.<br />
Ch 1, sc around row 7.<br />
Ch 1, sc around row 8.<br />
<br />
Facial Assembly: Do this before joining the front and back piece.<br />
1. Cut 2 pcs. of 3/4″ diameter of white felts, 2pcs. of 1/2″ diameter of black felts, 3/4″ red beak and 1 1/4″ long snood.<br />
2. Sew on the front of the turkey with respective color thread.<br />
<br />
Get ready some fall color yarns, for example shades of brown, orange, yellow, grey and white.<br />
Cut eyes, beak and snood from felt.<br />
<br />
Plan the color combo and arrangement or refer to above photos for suggestion.<br />
Slip knot on crochet hook, crochet 4 chains.<br />
Follow crochet pattern above (rnd 1 to rnd 4) to make the turkey body.<br />
Begin to crochet turkey tail by making 10 sets of “2dc,ch1,2dc” for row 1.<br />
Always begin each row from right hand side with right side facing you.<br />
<br />
Follow crochet pattern above (row 1 to row 4) to make the turkey tail.<br />
<br />
Once the front is done, weave in all ends to neaten.<br />
Sew facial of turkey to the body.<br />
<br />
Crochet the back with single color yarn by repeating the front pattern, except that you can choose to either follow exactly, or, turn your piece as you work on the the tail.<br />
Make a 10 chains hook loop at the middle of the last row.<br />
<br />
Place the front piece on top of the back piece, with wrong side facing each other. Line up edges.<br />
Crochet along the edge towards the body. Stitches must go through both layers.<br />
Crochet feet.<br />
Crochet towards the turkey tail.<br />
<br />
Single crochet 7 stitches on the shell and 1 stitch between the 2 shells.<br />
<br />
Crochet 1 chain, then single crochet again between 2 shell on the following row.<br />
<br />
Repeat the stitches until you get to the bottom.<br />
<br />
Single crochet in the first skip stitches of round 5, chain 1, single crochet on the second skip stitch.<br />
Go up to the top again.<br />
<br />
Continue to crochet by repeating the stitches for the rest of the tail details.<br />
<br />
Slip stitch and fasten off the yarn when you reach the first stitch of the joining process.<br />
Weave in the end.<br />
Done!<br />
<br />
Crochet Turkey Coasters OrnamentsSandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-50061243612375230642012-10-12T08:05:00.001-05:002012-10-12T08:05:02.805-05:00Frost (and stew) on the PumpkinFall is definitely here and there's nothing better than the aroma of a crock pot of stew to greet you in the morning! Almost better than coffee...almost.<br />
Today our new relatives are coming over for Supper, and I'm making one of Chrystal's popular dishes, Pumpkin Pie Stew. <br />
<br />
The recipe is easy:<br />
<br />
2 lbs of stew meat, floured and seasoned. <br />
1 McCormack's bag'o stew packet (save the bag for the veggie peelings)<br />
Add whatever you normally put in stew. I used carrots, potatoes, onion, green beans and 1 small can stewed tomatoes. Brown meat in skillet, add crushed garlic and turn off heat. Add seasoning packet, 1 1/2 cups water and stir to deglaze the skillet. Toss in crockpot and cook on low overnight in a large crockpot.<br />
Next day: <br />
I had to add a can of beef broth, or you can add water to make more stew broth. <br />
Preheat oven to 325• and prepare brownie mix. While those are baking, prepare 4 pie pumpkins by taking a large plastic cup, and score around the rim of cup to remove tops. Gut the pumpkins, clearing out all the seeds with your hands. Place the pumpkins on a sturdy cookie sheet for stability.<br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121011-080334.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121011-080334.jpg" alt="20121011-080334.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
For those Divas who don't want to mess up their nails, you can use my special Candy Ass Pumpkin De-Gutting Tool for cleaning out the innards. <br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121011-080445.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121011-080445.jpg" alt="20121011-080445.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
Set the seeds aside for later roasting.<br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121011-080513.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121011-080513.jpg" alt="20121011-080513.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
When the brownies are done, the pumpkins should be cleaned out, amd filled sith juicy stew. replace the tops and pop into the oven. Bake at 325• for approximately 1.5- 2.5 hours or until pumpkins are done. <br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121011-081833.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121011-081833.jpg" alt="20121011-081833.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121011-081841.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121011-081841.jpg" alt="20121011-081841.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
I only had room for 3 pumpkins, so the 4th was relegated back to the crock pot. <br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121011-081926.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121011-081926.jpg" alt="20121011-081926.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
Note to Self: next time, don't forget the BAY LEAFS!<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121011-082035.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121011-082035.jpg" alt="20121011-082035.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
Peeps named himself yesterday, with one simple sound, "peep!" <br />
<br />
Peeps says Good Morning, Punkinhead Peeps! <br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121011-082201.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121011-082201.jpg" alt="20121011-082201.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a>Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-54899518597924062372012-10-06T22:17:00.001-05:002012-10-08T15:30:04.393-05:00Remains of the day~a day full of Fall<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
Today turned out to be better than expected! I was so excited to be able to go to the <a href="http://www.mohairconnection.com/">Tall Grass Farm Fall Fiber Jubilee</a> today. I joined up with Debbie, the owner of Studio S Fiber Arts and we rode together up the road and 'round the bend to the farm.
Master shearer David Kier was on hand to demonstrate his talents!<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/gxY2R3MujHU?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />
The other sheep in the pens watched and waited their turn.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/YbdTQlzfp4I?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />
There were vendors from around the area on hand to demonstrate spinning, basketry, and cooking! The smells were incredible!!!
The chill in the air kept us moving; 43 for a high today, it definitely is feeling like Fall! Igor needs his Fall jacket~<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121006-163244.jpg"><img alt="20121006-163244.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121006-163244.jpg" /></a><br />
When we got back to the studio, I hung around and enjoyed a cup of coffee and pumpkin spice donut holes, while watching people come into the shop in droves. Eleanor and I chatted while Debbie rang up sale after sale. Finally, I got a break and scored some bamboo circulars for my tool stash. I was getting ready to leave when Marcy pulled me aside. She said, "I have something for you!", and promptly whipped out of her knitting bag, a skein of Wollmeise yarn in the most beautiful color of Nightshade Blue I've ever seen!
I can't wait to knit this up-a pair of gloves, maybe?
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121006-163715.jpg"><img alt="20121006-163715.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121006-163715.jpg" /></a>
I gathered up my things and headed home to Hubby, a head full of Fall knitting ideas, and heart full of feel-good.
Sharing my morning with hubs, I showed videos and pictures of the events. He told me he had just watched an episode on TV, someone shearing sheep!
As we sat and talked, he brought up Spaz, saying that he really missed the little bugger. Then he surprised me by suggesting we get another one, and asked what I thougth. Yes! I said, emphatically! We should get it before it gets too cold, and recalled how we got Spaz in October the year he came into our home. We even designated Halloween as Spaz' birthday, easy to remember~
I ran upstairs, got Spaz' cage back out of the closet, and set it out in its old familiar spot in the dining room table, door open, ready for its newest family member.
Heart full of hope, I had Hub load Igor in the rear, then he got in the passenger side, letting me drive, and off we rode to the pet store.
As luck would have it, they had a special on the 'keets, and quite a number to choose from. Hubs eyed the green ones for a few, then told me to pick one out and wandered off toward the checkout lane.
I studied each one, pointing out a little guy that looked extra spunky, and turned to ask Hubby what were his thoughts. To my dismay, I saw him leaned against the cash register lane, looking rather unsteady on his feet. It was clearly evident he was not having a good day, and was very close to falling. So, with heavy heart, I walked him back out to the car, and we went home, without a 'keet.<br />
Back home, upstairs in the Yarn cave, while Hubs is napping, I am blogging and just received yet another surprise in the mail, from my friend Lindy, in Australia.
Angora rabbit yarn!!!
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121006-165654.jpg"><img alt="20121006-165654.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121006-165654.jpg" /></a>
I'm working on Nat's Bats Shawl, scored some gorgeous Lavender Sparklies yarn for the border. It's going to be to-dye for!
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121006-171043.jpg"><img alt="20121006-171043.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/20121006-171043.jpg" /></a>
Some-bunny is looking out for me, and I'm very grateful for my friends and family. At the end of the day, it's all just stuff; it's the joy of friends looking out for each other, that is all that matters.
Hope you are having a day full of gratitude and joy, as well. I was happy to share mine with you! 0:)Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-50806038593294893652012-07-25T09:08:00.001-05:002012-07-25T09:12:03.709-05:00Frilly Fun ScarfI've got hooked on a new project. I've ventured into making the Frilly Scarf, after a local yarn shop owner showed me a skein I couldn't live without. I didn't treatise how many yarns there were out there, or how long this has been a fashion trend; once again I'm "out of the loop"m but now I'm back in! <br />
She showed me how to cast on and knit the netting, and off I went on my new adventure! <br />
This fun and bright webbed ribbon yarn is a quick and easy Tv project, which can be knit in a couple episodes of Bones! <br />
<br />
This <a href="http://www.universalyarn.com/images/marina_how_to_web.pdf">PDF</a> file shows steps for knitting with Marina.<br />
<br />
This <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FrQxlfE41CQ&feature=youtube_gdata_player">YouTube video</a> demonstrates knitting with Marina.<br />
<br />
This same technique can be used for the Schachenmayr yarn I have chosen.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/20120725-081845.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/20120725-081845.jpg" alt="20120725-081845.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a> <br />
<br />
This is my first Frilly Scarf in an Hour<br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/20120725-081934.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/20120725-081934.jpg" alt="20120725-081934.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
I'm working on another for my Riders Edge Instructor, Kellie, to match her bike in Sedona Orange<br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/20120725-082040.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/20120725-082040.jpg" alt="20120725-082040.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a> <br />
I bought two balls because I want one and the dark maroon will match Stella!<br />
<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lBDk_rO0B3c/UA_-sr6naMI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Sf3Ki-Ue6CE/s640/blogger-image--841104703.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lBDk_rO0B3c/UA_-sr6naMI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Sf3Ki-Ue6CE/s640/blogger-image--841104703.jpg" /></a></div>Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-27214708908616277622012-07-06T07:45:00.001-05:002012-07-06T07:45:13.371-05:00Hot as Texas Toast in WisconsinThe heat is relentless. Yesterday it reached a new high. <br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/20120706-073007.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/20120706-073007.jpg" alt="20120706-073007.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
Today looks no better, and our crops are at critical drought stage. Cooler temps are in the forecast for the weekend, but WE NEED RAIN!<br />
<br />
I started to work on the Wendyknits Dummer Solstice Mystery KAL 3 times, unsuccessfully. My swatch was beautiful, but by the time i got to 20 rows into the actual shawl, it was evident the pattern was so screwed up, it was time to move on. <br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/20120706-071639.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/20120706-071639.jpg" alt="20120706-071639.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/20120706-071647.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/20120706-071647.jpg" alt="20120706-071647.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
I've decided I am better at working a shawl that starts out with fewer COs, for now. This just did not work out.<br />
<br />
I've made the Travelling Woman before, and have mastered the Knit and purl YOs to the point I'm ready to make another one, this time more effortlessly. <br />
I'm making this one in Madelinetosh Light, Amber Trinkets colorway. I'm thinking this will be my best yet! <br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/20120706-071811.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/20120706-071811.jpg" alt="20120706-071811.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, my DD Nats and her hubs have hit a speed bump in preparations to move to join her husband in Texas. The Army has decided that because of Jake' s marital status, he needs to be out of the barracks within a week, instead of the original "when you find housing". He had already filed the papers (?) requesting his housing allowance, and was told he could take his time finding a place. Now it appears the paperwork will take 4-6 weeks to be processed, that must be the "take your time" part....<br />
In the meantime, he is to find a place to stay, within a week. The biggest problem is, he doesn't have first and last month rent, having spent it all on Natalie's trip last May. <br />
<br />
Yesterday, Nats and her BFF BT went shopping at Kohls. I gave her carte blanche to get things they wanted, as a wedding present. She picked up a set of towels, a bath rug, a bed sheet set, and a rice steamer. And everything was on sale! SCORE!<br />
<br />
Back to work on my knitting, and thinking...and thinking....what to do. And hitting the Invisible Breaks. <br />
<br />
Stay cool!Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-47352345311239710002012-06-28T20:45:00.001-05:002012-06-28T20:45:15.912-05:00A letter to my new Son-in-Law and my DaughterTo my new Son-in-Law and my Daughter,<br />
<br />
What roads you have travelled; the high school days, the wanton joy of young rebels, daring to be different, the flights of random reckless abandon, the Goth chick and the Punk. <br />
<br />
Jake, what a journey yours has been, you moved away and then a duty to your homeland took you a world away, fighting for our freedom, putting your life on the line, selflessly. We cannot imagine the roads you've travelled, the villages you've passed through, people's faces, the likes of which none of us can fathom, but you came back to us, when we least expected it. <br />
<br />
Natalie, there is a big heart in that tiny body, just waiting to be loved, to be appreciated, to be treasured. You deserve this day, along with every joy that comes with this new adventure. You've come a long way from the crazy mixed-up violin case-slinging little girl who didn't know where she fit in, who wouldn't take crap from anybody. You knew all along what your heart was telling you, but I was not listening. I was trying to protect you, to keep you, my last hope for a better tomorrow, afraid that by letting go, I would lose the last thing I had that was so dear to me, my Mini-me! <br />
<br />
Now, as you plan your future, I realize that I'm not losing you. You will always be close to my heart and as strong as you have always been, your own person. Stand tall, Little One, and hold your head high, and you will exceed even your own expectations! <br />
<br />
We celebrate your new life together with joy, with love and many blessings! <br />
<br />
Love you guys, <br />
XMomX<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120628-203131.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120628-203131.jpg" alt="20120628-203131.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a>Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-58916288011180316052012-06-23T18:13:00.001-05:002012-06-24T08:58:12.261-05:00Happy Birthday, EB and CJIt was last Friday, but I didn't forget. I'm still working on trying to somehow get a handle on the fact you're gone. I go for long bike rides when I need to clear the cobwebs, and always find you there, waiting for a sign that you are not forgotten.<br />
Bits and pieces of our friendship filter into my daily routine, at the oddest times. Today I went to Goodwill with my friend Linda Godfrey, and while I'm browsing up and down the aisles of Anchor Hocking glassware and Pfaltzgraff dinner plates, candle holders of every shape and height, angels holding a candle cup ready for a wax taper, I'm musing at the sad finality of people's lives discarded and winding up on a thrift store shelf. <br />
I was tempted to purchase a bag of 50's Coats & Clarks cotton crochet thread, size 10. Some of the little balls had some minor stains on them, possibly water marks with age. I put them back, thinking better than to buy some old bedspread cotton, and now I wish I had kept them. I'll go back next week and grab them, if they are still there. But, as I was looking at them trying to decide if I should take them, I mentioned to a lady standing next to me, "this is what will happen to our stashes, when we die! ", and we both laughed.<br />
As we were passing by a cart with some miscellaneous relics yet to be shelved, I happened upon a lovely framed crochet butterfly that someone painstakingly preserved, a gift, maybe? I was so thrilled, I snatched it up for a measly 99¢! I may even attempt to locate the pattern, and I know just where to post a query.<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-173229.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-173229.jpg" alt="20120623-173229.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
When we got back, Linda gave me a hug and a parting gift, a huge hand printed poster of Herbs and Ailments Cross Reference Chart.<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-173500.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-173500.jpg" alt="20120623-173500.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-173534.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-173534.jpg" alt="20120623-173534.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-173551.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-173551.jpg" alt="20120623-173551.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-173602.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-173602.jpg" alt="20120623-173602.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" <b /></a><br />
And the piece du resistance, a hand painted framed art, it will be a perfect compliment to the herb chart!<br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-180125.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-180125.jpg" alt="20120623-180125.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
While sifting among the trash to treasures, someone's life nearly forgotten, I am reminded of my own mortality, and that someday, my stuff may wind up in a similar place, as did a few of my mother's things, stuff I couldn't find room for, in my heart or the moving truck. <br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-180647.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-180647.jpg" alt="20120623-180647.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
Looks like we might get some rain? Everything is drying up, the grass is burnt, and hand watering is essential to my potted garden upstairs.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-180333.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-180333.jpg" alt="20120623-180333.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-180427.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-180427.jpg" alt="20120623-180427.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
Miss Pepper says, "that's enough about you, pay attention to me now."<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-175805.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120623-175805.jpg" alt="20120623-175805.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
My Firstborn Baby Girl turns 36 today- Happy Birthday, CJ! Ha! The Curly Girly Princess gets a head shot in 0:)<br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120624-085528.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120624-085528.jpg" alt="20120624-085528.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-79078536952854735002012-06-17T17:30:00.001-05:002012-06-17T18:30:54.395-05:00Wisteria, Chives, and the Orange Star Flower ChildWhat a nice weekend this has been! My older daughter CJ came up from Indy, along with 3 year old grand daughter, baby daddy, and Grandma Pat. <br />
They decided to wait until 6 am Friday morning to head out, fresh and rested, and arrived 6.5 hours later. That turned out to be a better trip for them, and left us half a day to rest and visit. I made subs for lunch, then we sat outside and enjoyed the deck and bird songs. Rhonda had a riot playing with Igor, teasing him with Teddy Bear Keep-away, driving the poodle to distraction! She also loved her dump truck. Looks like Igor wants one too! <br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-170430.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-170430.jpg" alt="20120617-170430.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
It was a good time to give CJ her Wisteria Wrap, aka The Purple Thing; she loves it!<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-163326.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-163326.jpg" alt="20120617-163326.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-163354.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-163354.jpg" alt="20120617-163354.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
Rhonda sure is a cutie! We took a ride to the Natureland Park to see one of the effigy mounds, a short hike from the parking lot.<br />
She was a perfect study in Nature, nestled among some wildflowers that proliferate on the mound. I identified one nice specimen of Orange Star Flower, gorgeous! <br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-163745.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-163745.jpg" alt="20120617-163745.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-163758.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-163758.jpg" alt="20120617-163758.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
On our return hike back, Baby Girl has fun chasing butterflies! <br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-163601.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-163601.jpg" alt="20120617-163601.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
Pat enjoyed the park as much as I did, the first time I found it. I think we could have found the other mound, if we had our hiking shoes on~ <br />
On the way back to the car, we stopped and got out feet wet in the natural spring- brrrr! It was cold! Rhonda took first her shoes off, then her shirt, and before anyone could say BOO!, she lay down in the cool water, much to her daddy's chagrin... oh, but I bet it felt good! <br />
<br />
As we drove back toward home, I showed them a local cemetery in Heart Prairie. <br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-165357.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-165357.jpg" alt="20120617-165357.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
As we wandered around looking at the old markers and headstones, I noticed a monument stone I hadn't noticed before.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-164834.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-164834.jpg" alt="20120617-164834.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-164843.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-164843.jpg" alt="20120617-164843.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-164854.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-164854.jpg" alt="20120617-164854.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a> <br />
Upon reading the inscription, we noticed a section of dried grass that appeared to have been lines along the former church's foundation. <br />
<br />
We drove toward the back of the grounds and noticed some large old concrete planters in the shapes of urns, and curiosity got the better of us, so we continued on back, only to discover a magnificent old victorian mansion hiding on a beautiful bluff behind the trees. In my wonder, I completely forgot to take a picture, but plan to go back soon. I hope the residents don't mind this curious visitor :)<br />
<br />
We enjoyed a nice evening on the deck, sharing pictures and laughter. CJ sure seemed relaxed and happy to be back.<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-170040.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-170040.jpg" alt="20120617-170040.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
Ryan and I compared smart phones; he and Pat want an iPad now heheee! <br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.word press.com/2012/06/20120617-170048.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-170048.jpg" alt="20120617-170048.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
Pat just seemed confused as to what all the fuss was. ;p<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-170056.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-170056.jpg" alt="20120617-170056.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
I took CJ for a bike ride in the late afternoon, and we stopped to pick up some food for dinner. She had a good time, and the new passenger was not a problem.<br />
Pat was content to relax on the deck and play with the iPad.<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-173212.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-173212.jpg" alt="20120617-173212.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
Our last evening together, CJ, Rhonda and I enjoyed some rest and relaxation and tried to forget about having to say our goodbyes then next day. We danced like there was no tomorrow. <br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-170809.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-170809.jpg" alt="20120617-170809.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-170825.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-170825.jpg" alt="20120617-170825.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-170832.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-170832.jpg" alt="20120617-170832.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-170839.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-170839.jpg" alt="20120617-170839.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
Today was our last day, so everyone was up and rested, ready to go. Daddy started loading everything back into the SUV, and CJ wanted a picture of me and her on the bike. Rhonda and Igor got in on the action.<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171425.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171425.jpg" alt="20120617-171425.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171431.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171431.jpg" alt="20120617-171431.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171440.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171440.jpg" alt="20120617-171440.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171446.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171446.jpg" alt="20120617-171446.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171451.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171451.jpg" alt="20120617-171451.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171458.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171458.jpg" alt="20120617-171458.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171505.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171505.jpg" alt="20120617-171505.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171511.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171511.jpg" alt="20120617-171511.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171516.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171516.jpg" alt="20120617-171516.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
My weekend has the best news yet: my youngest daughter has announced her engagement to Jake Greenwood :)<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-175449.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-175449.jpg" alt="20120617-175449.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
And her younger brother Sam, has popped the question to his longtime friend Bridget, to which she said "YES!"<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oTQ81QINaMY/T95m6uOkn4I/AAAAAAAABCA/rzxSll_hcC4/s640/blogger-image--2133490379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oTQ81QINaMY/T95m6uOkn4I/AAAAAAAABCA/rzxSll_hcC4/s640/blogger-image--2133490379.jpg" /></a></div><br />
And now the house is as quiet as a mouse nestled under a pottery shard. All is back to normal, but the memories will linger until next time we're all together :)<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171825.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120617-171825.jpg" alt="20120617-171825.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a>Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-58897897849791434842012-06-06T07:07:00.001-05:002012-06-06T07:07:45.221-05:00Preserving art but tearing down historyThe Sydney Hih, a complex of 19th-century buildings that were for decades an incubator for creativity, with art studios and band rehearsal spaces, is facing a raze order. The iconic letters will come down from the building tomorrow and be given to Art Milwaukee, a promotional arts organization. according to Jeremy Fojut, Art Milwaukee's president.<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120606-070541.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120606-070541.jpg" alt="20120606-070541.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
The demolition of the buildng can begin at any time but is not likely to happen for a week or two, according to Jeff Fleming at the Department of City Development. <br />
<br />
An interim petition for historic designation was recently filed with the Historic Preservation Commission, and a hearing has been scheduled for June 7 at 9 a.m. Because the building has been deemed unfit for use and not reasonable to repair, the outcome of the hearing is not likely to influence the raze order, according to a finding from the city attorney, said Carlen Hatala, staff member at HPC. member at the Historic Preservation Commission.<br />
<br />
The signs were originally to come down today, but the contractor did not have a lift that would work for the height of the sign. They will return tomorrow with alternate equipment. Fojut said Art Milwaukee will keep one set of the "Sydney Hih" letters (there are two signs from two faces of the structure), at the Art Milwaukee offices in the Grand Avenue mall. The other set may become part of a public art project. <br />
<br />
See this <a href="http://www.jsonline.com/blogs/entertainment/153388985.html?ipad=y#!page=0&pageSize=10&sort=newestfirst">collection of news stories, photographs and other remembrances of the Sydney Hih</a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
When we become too focused on pushing forward to realize our future lies in the building blocks of our past, we hit a crossroads. Money talks, in The End.<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120606-070342.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120606-070342.jpg" alt="20120606-070342.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120606-070353.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120606-070353.jpg" alt="20120606-070353.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120606-070400.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120606-070400.jpg" alt="20120606-070400.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120606-070416.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/20120606-070416.jpg" alt="20120606-070416.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br /><br />Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-46893415974044123002012-05-22T22:49:00.001-05:002012-05-22T22:49:57.921-05:00Wisteria and chives, colors I love~The Wisteria Wrap is coming along. I felt compelled to do a photo shoot with it alongside some chives in bloom; the colors were great together! Can you tell where I had to start a new skein in a later dye lot? I can't! <br />
<br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120522-223833.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120522-223833.jpg" alt="20120522-223833.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120522-223848.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120522-223848.jpg" alt="20120522-223848.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
My firstborn daughter CJ is planning a trip real soon, and will be surprised when I gift this to her! It looks like I may have to kick it up a notch and get 'er done if I'm to meet the new deadline! <br />
<br />
Of course, Miss Pepper had to get in the picture too!<br />
<br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120522-223939.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120522-223939.jpg" alt="20120522-223939.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
Igor thinks it is all pretty hilarious, and imagines her falling off the deck rail, not that he would have anything to do with it....<br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120522-224119.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120522-224119.jpg" alt="20120522-224119.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120522-224129.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120522-224129.jpg" alt="20120522-224129.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a>Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-76979089885522267302012-05-19T18:06:00.001-05:002012-05-19T18:13:16.033-05:00A purple haze, and other adventures in knitting<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120519-173912.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120519-173912.jpg" alt="20120519-173912.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
The Wisteria Wrap has come along, a lonnnnng way since its inception, and I'm plugging along with 3 new skeins of yarn at my disposal to complete it whenever I achieve the desired length. I won't know that until I get there, but pretty sure one skein more will do it.<br />
<br />
We've decided to sell LunaC, Stella's garage mate. DH hasn't got it in him to ride his bike, RA, combined with a bad hip and other issues prevent him from enjoying it. <br />
<br />
Since I won't have saddle bags to carry things to and from town, I invested in an overnight bag got the bag seat o Stella. I love it! It's big enough for my knitting bag, a gallon of milk, and a few small things I might need to pick at the grocery from time to time. It's perfect for running orders into town if an Express comes in.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120519-175228.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120519-175228.jpg" alt="20120519-175228.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
I'll get a better pic when I've got her outside tomorrow :)<br />
Nats is still in Texas, since last Wed, and is having the time of her life! Her BF Jake took her to Red Lobster for dinner last night. Today they drove up to San Antonio to Sea World for the day. She sounds so happy, I truly hope she has found what she needs. She's definitely taken by the uniform! I can see it now, The Desperate Military Housewives of Ft. Hood, she'll fit right in! <br />
I can't believe that they found each other after nearly 5 years apart. I have a felling they were never quite over one another, back when Jake moved. I have to admit we didn't leave good company last time we saw him, but they were kids, and we were being cautious parents, not really very understanding. I don't think the separation was necessarily a <em>bad</em><em> thing</em>, just something that can be looked back upon as a life lesson.<br />
<br />
Igor got his summer cut today; he's a pooped puppy.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120519-180450.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120519-180450.jpg" alt="20120519-180450.jpg" class="alignnone size-medium" /></a><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pjpOP_lcEls/T7go48a7g9I/AAAAAAAABBg/ZRvDzwb3D7c/s640/blogger-image-1540291778.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pjpOP_lcEls/T7go48a7g9I/AAAAAAAABBg/ZRvDzwb3D7c/s640/blogger-image-1540291778.jpg" /></a></div>Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-77113623603671303972012-05-15T06:48:00.001-05:002012-05-15T06:48:15.114-05:00Things that go swimmingly in the night~My mom was a character. <br />
She was a pretty outspoken person with a lot to say, and she didn't mind telling you what she thought. She was usually right , too. And if you didn't t like what you heard, just keep it to yourself, or it would bite you in the end. " If the truth hurts, let it hurt!" was one of her more popular sayings. <br />
I got a little of that from growing up with a doubtful mom. She insisted on honesty, but when it came to me, She was a hard sell. She pretty much didn't believe most of what I said, and it was usually a losing battle to get her to change her mind. Once she figured you weren't on the up-and-up, she wrote you off. I never lied to Mom, but how many can say they believe everything a kid says?<br />
I am very much like her in that respect. I don't carry grudges, but if I feel I've been wrongly judged, I move on quickly and quietly. I never gave up trying to win back her approval, my one strong trait to this day.<br />
<br />
Yesterday was Mothers Day, and I spent it taking the Advanced Rider course at the Kutter H-D dealership. It was an all-day event, the weather was perfect! There were 5 of us, 4 war vets ranging in age from their 60's to 20's. I was the only girl, and noticed the approving grins when I first walked into the class. <br />
<br />
We had 9 exercises to complete. While the instructor made it clear these were all strictly rider option exercises, we all wanted to come out of there better riders, so we we were to do our best, and not worry if we couldn't do a particular set perfectly. <br />
<br />
The first 3 hours in the morning run, went perfectly. Most of the excersises were repeats of skills we learned in the first Riders Edge course. It was a good way to warm up the bikes, bodies and minds. Most if it came easily; the only difference was, we were on our own bikes this time, not the loaner Beulls we rode during the first class. <br />
<br />
2 of the guys had touring bikes, and watching them do figure-8's was jaw-dropping amazing! None of us envisioned this as a life-saving technique, but it was a great way to learn to what extent you can turn a bike, regardless of size or weight. Those touring bikes weigh in at 800+ pounds. Stella and I were lightweights at 568 lbs of fun. Still, it was pretty amazing to see seasoned rides take those curves throughout the course, with relative ease. We all found out by way of our instructor, what we were doing wrong. Right away, he noticed I was not using my right index finger when braking, much to my surprise! Funny, I never noticed that, but the seasoned touring guy said he did the same thing... wow. I caught myself later on my return trip, doing it again, and quickly made my correction, an Ah Hah! moment. :-) <br />
<br />
We took a lunch, enjoyed Jimmy Johns subs, on Kutter. Then headed out for the second half of the day. The exercisers got progressively harder, and I was starting to feel it in my clutch hand. Halfway I to the 6th set of skill tests, we were to do a quick stop in a curve. I had the concept, but was getting tired and my left arm was starting to wear out from the many tight U-turns, swerves and curves we had already practiced. <br />
I did the first set of quick stops in the curve, fine. But, when I came around to do it a second time, I felt my arm wanting to just give up, and my reaction time was not there. I told the instructor I was beat, and he told me to park it and take a break and rehydrate. <br />
<br />
When the group came back in from their rounds a few minutes later, one offered me a couple advil to elevate my now aching left shoulder. After a 10 minute break inside and a full bottle of cold water, we were ready to roll and this time I managed the tests without noticing my shoulder as much. Toward the end of the final tests, I could feel a dull reminder, but told it to stand down and pushed on. <br />
<br />
We got our bikes lined up for our evaluations runs, and without further adieu , I did mine effortlessly. The instructor told me later I stayed in the box, I didn't even notice! YAY ME! <br />
<br />
We all completed the course and came away with a better understanding not only of our bikes handling, but our own advanced skills, things we will need to survive in most any situation. <br />
<br />
I am completely in awe of Stella, my little Sporty! I did things on her I never thought possible, and am totally in love with this bike, can't wait to get back out. My shoulder seems fine, but I'm not going to push it. We'll go gas up later, my light came on as I pulled in last night. We put 23 miles on Stella during the road course, adding 62 miles round-trip. The girl has over 1500 miles since July 31, 2011, 500 since Jan 14 of this year! :-) <br />
<br />
If you are reading this post while preparing for your own Advanced Rider course, and are looking for tips, (as I did the night before), you probably won't learn anything that you can take with you on your rides. It did me little good reading others posts, gave me too much to think about. So, don't worry. You will do fine! <br />
<br />
Ride safe , rubber side down, shiny side up! <br />
<br />
PS: OYeah, Jim, our instructor said he bets I wipe down Stella every day, she looks Showroom new! I do, after every ride! :-) :-) :-)<br />
<br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120514-081803.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120514-081803.jpg" alt="20120514-081803.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120514-081858.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120514-081858.jpg" alt="20120514-081858.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120514-081958.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120514-081958.jpg" alt="20120514-081958.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a>Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-5958074853037530102012-05-11T21:09:00.001-05:002012-05-11T21:17:18.861-05:00...going down the rabbit hole with a matchstick~....I can't see what lies ahead.<br />
I find myself in a situation without a map, no GPS, no ethereal voice to tell me, "you are coming to an exit in 60 feet."<br />
<br />
100 years ago, (or at least it feels like)I watched my Dad die slowly from terminal lung cancer. It spread so fast, I didn't have time to prepare for what was to follow... I got a call from a relative one day, flew out on the next plane, and Dad was gone 10 days later. I sat with him for 5 days after his release from the hospital, and let hospice come every day like clockwork, to do what they needed, to see to his physical needs. I was there to help him in any way I could that would make his last days as easy as possible. <br />
It wasn't easy. Mom was there, in body; her mind had left the building long ago. She tried to help, she was hardwired by almost 50 years as the devoted Wife and Mother. She didn't remember how to hand him things, got frustrated easliy, and saddened when Dad would tell her to stop whatever she was doing. <br />
I don't think I had any more of an idea what to do, than my mom did..the Blind leading the Blind. Dad was so patient, so tired; most of the time he slept, and if he needed anything, he would ring his bell. He had lost his voice around Christmas of the year before, could barely be heard above a whisper.<br />
<br />
I watched as my Dad take his final breathe that day, afraid to touch him, for fear it would hasten his passing. I could just sit there and watch as he took his final breathe, stoking his head. I had already called the hospice nurse, Nancy. I was waiting for her at the front steps 20 minutes later; she knew immediately she had arrived too late. <br />
<br />
Like a storm trooper, she set to task making all the necessary phone calls and arrangements to the funeral home, ordered the paperwork, and finally she gathered my Mom and brought her to my Dad's side, for their final moments together. I couldn't move, it was like my feet were nailed to the floor. I watched as Nancy slowly explained to Mom what had just happened. She spoke to her in slow, clear words that Mom would understand. I watched helplessly as my Mom's thoughts turned, and the realization hit her, and then I watched as her heart broke. As tears streamed from my eyes I watched as finally the recognition in her eyes faded away. None of us knew what to say to her-we gathered around to hug and comfort her, and guide her quietly away as the attendants came to gather Dad's still form and wheel him outside to the waiting hearse. The hospice nurse instructed us to allow Mom remember things they way she would, and not feel a need to remind her that Dad was now gone from her life. She told us to let it go. To remind Mom would only cause her to grieve all over again, and it was not going to help, and would not be fair to her. <br />
<br />
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />
<br />
The rest is a blur; I try not to go there these days, its too sad to have to relive. It hurts to remember all over again. But I can't forget. <br />
The mind doesn't want to go there, it shuts out the unpleasant, in an effort to shield itself from further pain and damage. The body doesn't give up, it just keeps going and going, until it falls into troubled sleep, too exhausted to maintain a watchful vigil. Right now, more than ever, I need to know what to do. I need to know I will do the right thing, if I ever find myself in a similar situation. I don't want to be afraid to do what feels right, no matter what. I don't want to be left with any doubts or regrets, that I should have done this-or-that...will it make any difference after the fact. No. Then it will be too late. I can't allow doubt to take seed. Regret is a bitter pill. <br />
<br />
No regrets....<br />
<br />
Guiding Spirit, please don't leave me when I fall asleep. I need to be awake, and fully capable of giving my all, when called upon.<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/dad89.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/dad89.jpg?w=300" alt="" title="Dad Ranelli, 1989" width="300" height="217" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-3806" /></a>Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-27972417125996857772012-05-11T14:13:00.002-05:002012-05-11T14:26:23.375-05:00Woodland retreat, a chance encounter~I went to the Natureland county park yesterday, a perfect day for a bike ride, and had the pleasure of meeting a very interesting person while there, a Korean War Vet.
He introduced himself and went on to explain how he was temporarily homeless. At first I thought, how can this be possible, a decorated war veteran, 86 years old, without a home! He immediately clarified, saying, "Oh, don't feel sorry for me!". He went on to explain
that he and his wife had recently sold their home and were temporarily living with a daughter and her husband in Lake Geneva.
I felt
a little embarrassed at my premature reaction.<br />
<br />
Seeing my bike, he asked about my riding experience, which I proudly proclaimed as a Newbie middle-aged first time bike owner. He said that at his age, 86, he was just doing what he wanted, with the time he has left.<br />
<br />
At length he told me he enjoyed trail hiking and mushroom hunting. He said his daughter gave him a map to the park, and after an inquiry at one stop, finally found it. He asked me about trails in the park so he could go morel mushroom hunting.
I told him I had just started coming back to this particular park after discovering it 2 years ago, while out on am evening ride with Mike and the kids.
I told him about one path that took visitors to a picnic area, with a small drainage pond, and we headed out to see what we could find.<br />
<br />
<img alt="image" class="alignnone" src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/wpid-575635_3885354852719_1244316457_3607304_249661028_n.jpg" title="575635_3885354852719_1244316457_3607304_249661028_n.jpg" />
<br />
<br />
We walked down a path that opened to the picnic area, and continued on to the opposite end of the area. The path continued on around, then took us to a clearing where we found a huge mound.
I am attempting to find out more and will keep you posted,but we need to go there soon, before the kids are out of school. We were there around 4:3O and were met with several cars full of high schoolers wanting to hang out. I'm not paranoid but it gets a little crowded when there are more than 4 cars full of teenagers, IMHO :-)
<br />
<br />
We returned to the parking area and lingered at the bridge for a while, not quite wanting to leave each others company just yet. We talked about his house hunting in Indiana, Illinois and lower Wisconsin, and his wish to find a parcel with 6 acres, so he could raise sheep. He dug out his camera and using an attached stylus, scrolled through his camera roll to show me pictures of a ranch somewhere in the area that raised Scottish Blackface sheep.
<br />
He asked my name and I, his, Edward and I shook hands. After a while, it was time to leave, so he asked me how to get back to Hwy 12, where he said he'd have no difficulty finding his way back to Lake Geneva. I told him I was going that way, and he could follow me back as far as Hwy ES. Reluctant to part company, I hopped on Stella, and we headed on down the highway. As I made my turnoff at Hwy H, I heard him honk a loud Thank You! Stella replied, Beep! Beep!
I wish we had more time to spend chatting, the old guy and I. It was one of those chance encounters I will remember every time I go back to my favorite retreat. Perhaps we'll see each other again, there at the park.
<br />
<br />
I'm taking Mike out there today to see Crane Island and the nesting White Cranes. He won't be able to see the mound, unable to walk the short distance with his bad hip, but its not that far.
<br />
<br />
Let's go take a ride!
<br />
<br />
<img alt="image" class="alignnone" src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/wpid-photo-3.jpg" title="photo-3.JPG" />Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-86698341990705066102012-05-03T08:00:00.001-05:002012-05-03T08:10:46.069-05:00Forever Young, and in our dreams~<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120503-075658.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120503-075658.jpg" alt="20120503-075658.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
<br />
....I had a dream once when I was around the age of 16.<br />
<br />
A relative, my Mom's brother's MIL, was in hospital, so before my shift, working as a Band-Aid ( Cali version of Candy Striper) I went to visit her in her room. She had had a leg amputated, she was diabetic. She cried her leg hurt, the nurse told me it was " phantom pain", a common occurrence with amputees. <br />
Mrs. Sales was delirious with pain, and a little help from the mess, but she remembered who I was when I told her I was Penny's daughter. <br />
<br />
Then I had a dream of her that night. In my dream, she was young and beautiful, in a blouse and skirt, standing in a halo of light, waving at me. I said to her, "goodbye, Mrs. Sales..." and she smiled and continued to wave. <br />
The next morning at 8:30, my mom got a phone call. When she hung up, she came in to wake me to tell me Mrs. Sales had passed in the night. I told Mom I already knew. The lady in my dreams was her, as a young woman, her Spirit vibrant and alive . Long story short, That song stuck with me ever since. <br />
We never forget those closest to us. They won't let us. :)<br />
<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120503-075443.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/20120503-075443.jpg" alt="20120503-075443.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a><br />
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=va01iUb8cTY&feature=youtube_gdata_playerSandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-9285610618039007672012-04-29T09:08:00.001-05:002012-04-29T09:11:34.921-05:00Brooke's Column of Leaves | my current project~<div style="padding:0;overflow:hidden;margin:0;width:500px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/2972712636/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="100bean_scarf2" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3005/2972712636_265acd740c_s.jpg" alt="100bean_scarf2" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3485442428/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="kelsey_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3558/3485442428_566efbe6df_s.jpg" alt="kelsey_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3484627685/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="paige_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3568/3484627685_905892cd5b_s.jpg" alt="paige_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3484627577/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="audrey_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3587/3484627577_613defa829_s.jpg" alt="audrey_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3485442272/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="kristi_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3372/3485442272_bb158c1e2b_s.jpg" alt="kristi_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3485442112/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="zowie_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3370/3485442112_3c2e4ea65d_s.jpg" alt="zowie_scarf" style="padding:0 0 10px;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3484627313/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="dawn_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3556/3484627313_356ea6a54f_s.jpg" alt="dawn_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3485441916/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="schan4_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3346/3485441916_d8400b36a9_s.jpg" alt="schan4_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3473337019/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="roberta_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3355/3473337019_5e84f27cfa_s.jpg" alt="roberta_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3284009932/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="Matrexx_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3269/3284009932_476806b5dd_s.jpg" alt="Matrexx_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3284009838/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="KnittingFern_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3236/3284009838_bb98e7e3dd_s.jpg" alt="KnittingFern_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3284009806/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="DivineGift_scarf2" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3649/3284009806_819149b339_s.jpg" alt="DivineGift_scarf2" style="padding:0 0 10px;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3283189505/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="DivineGift_scarf1" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3617/3283189505_b984c04dcf_s.jpg" alt="DivineGift_scarf1" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3284009722/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="sharbie_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3431/3284009722_9ca63ab729_s.jpg" alt="sharbie_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3284009578/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="masavvy_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3614/3284009578_bc9e992ded_s.jpg" alt="masavvy_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3283189299/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="Forevertinking_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3314/3283189299_5df869f245_s.jpg" alt="Forevertinking_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3283189143/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="puckstopper9_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3253/3283189143_69c3c85d3c_s.jpg" alt="puckstopper9_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3283189105/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="EngaugingKnits_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3402/3283189105_68da0cf578_s.jpg" alt="EngaugingKnits_scarf" style="padding:0 0 10px;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3283189073/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="sabaghiaasi_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3582/3283189073_6309ee2f73_s.jpg" alt="sabaghiaasi_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3284009138/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="nikkislipp_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3423/3284009138_ef22277b43_s.jpg" alt="nikkislipp_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3283188969/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="higginbd_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3391/3283188969_9d757ef4e2_s.jpg" alt="higginbd_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3283188797/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="snuzy_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3483/3283188797_a2b5af18a3_s.jpg" alt="snuzy_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3283188691/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="lisaxh_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3228/3283188691_36980209da_s.jpg" alt="lisaxh_scarf" style="padding:0 10px 10px 0;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/3284008746/in/set-72157603610043156/" title="iviolet32_scarf" style="text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3182/3284008746_7a6209b194_s.jpg" alt="iviolet32_scarf" style="padding:0 0 10px;width:75px;height:75px;float:left;" /></a><br />
</div><div style="font-size:.8em;margin-top:0;margin-bottom:5px;"><p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/sets/72157603610043156/">Brooke's Column of Leaves Scarf</a>, a set by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookeln/">brookeln</a> on Flickr.</p></div><br />
You can get her free patter here: <a href="http://brookenelson.com/leafscarfpattern.html">Brooke's Column of Leaves Scarf</a> <br />
This is my version, done double wide, the Wisteria Wrap, soon to be added to her circle:<br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/20120429-090245.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/20120429-090245.jpg" alt="20120429-090245.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a>Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-50385527312922422832012-04-24T15:46:00.002-05:002012-04-24T22:56:50.760-05:00Crane Island, healing waters...<p>Stella and I went for a ride over to the Natureland Park off Hwy 89 and Lake Lorraine Rd. It was a mild day, the temps were up from yesterday, a few clouds were breaking, letting the sun come out to warm my jacket.</p><p>We got to the park around 12:00 and I parked Stella at the end. Listening to her tick as I shed first my helmet, then my jacket and gloves, I took my time reflecting my purpose for coming.</p><p><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/stellapark1.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/stellapark1.jpg?w=470" alt="Image" /></a></p><p>I set off down the trail to the water. What I saw before me literally brought tears to my eyes. An island out in the middle of the lake, was white with the bodies of perhaps 100 White Cranes, in nests in the trees, and flying about. I never knew we had a nesting area at that lake. We see Blue Herons often, over by the pond, and did see one White Crane last summer, a bachelor, perhaps.</p><p>I know you can't see, poor cell phone quality, but believe me, it was a sight for sore eyes 8-)</p><p><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/craneisland1.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image" src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/craneisland1.jpg?w=470" alt="Image" /></a></p><p>I had just found the spot, when a small hawk flew overhead, calling a greeting at my arrival. He circled overhead and finally came to perch in a nearby tree, curious at this intruder.</p><p>Out in the water, a dead tree provided a good vantage point for Kingfisher, but from the looks of some of the fish, he surely must be waiting for smaller prey.</p><p><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/kingfisher1.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image" src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/kingfisher1.jpg?w=470" alt="Image" /></a></p><p>There were paths that led around the inlet, but I didn't have my hiking boots, so I went just to the second bridge along a footpath, and saw some beautiful first blooms of Spring, Buttercups, growing along a small stream that feeds in from the nearby hills<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/buttercupsnatureprsv1.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image" src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/buttercupsnatureprsv1.jpg?w=470" alt="Image" /></a></p><p>This impressive Spruce overlooks the picnic area, a grand testament to Wisconsin's many diverse seasons. I could barely make out pine cones near the top.</p><p><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/grnmdmaspruc1.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image" src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/grnmdmaspruc1.jpg?w=470" alt="Image" /></a></p><p><br />
I had visitors while I sat at the picnic table. <br />
<a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/20120424-221441.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/20120424-221441.jpg" alt="20120424-221441.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a> <br />
I didn't know spiders can dance. As I sat watching, the black spider in the upper left corner began doing this funny little dance: with slit-second timing, he reared his butt up, and spun around in a quarter turn. Then he bounced up and down, then repeated the move a couple more times. Thinking he was trying to look threatening to some unseen intruder, I dismissed his antics and went back to my musings. A couple minutes later, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye, and watched in amazement as he virtually lifted up and sailed off on an invisible jet stream, like a tiny paraglider on the wind. I soon lost sight of the tiny Kamikaze, and smiled to myself at the comedy of Nature.<br />
<p>This has definitely become my new favorite spot, and will visit often, during the week. I imagine the weekends will be somewhat crowded as the Summer People start flocking to their summer homes around the lakes.</p><p>It was a good day, with the help of some good music by Robbie Robertson, Walela, and Rita Coolidge.</p><p>I think I caught a sigh in the trees, from my dearly missed lost friend, E~ </p><br /><br />Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0Wisconsin, USA43.7844397 -88.78786780000001541.4900067 -91.850601300000022 46.0788727 -85.725134300000008tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-42706310783382680202012-04-22T10:28:00.000-05:002012-04-22T10:30:31.253-05:00Thumbs up ~ or, no wait....Now what... Dammit, Sandra. bitch! Ok, I can't add pics from Safari in iPad....goes for app, brb!<br />
<br />
And before I forget, look what jumped in my shopping cart at Lowes! I shall name her Susan B. for a Cure. :)<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F1RBkW6tnm4/T5QkE-7SzgI/AAAAAAAABAc/fpWnO0hDHUo/s640/blogger-image-1009755224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F1RBkW6tnm4/T5QkE-7SzgI/AAAAAAAABAc/fpWnO0hDHUo/s640/blogger-image-1009755224.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dVQhqHfNOKM/T5QkFoJzpkI/AAAAAAAABAk/0wPsYPL_c6o/s640/blogger-image--1817696005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dVQhqHfNOKM/T5QkFoJzpkI/AAAAAAAABAk/0wPsYPL_c6o/s640/blogger-image--1817696005.jpg" /></a></div>Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2587378778401933500.post-24149609087390382892012-04-22T08:30:00.001-05:002012-04-22T08:30:47.181-05:00Healing through remembrance, one stitch at a time~My kids all wished me a happy birthday yesterday, by way of texts and phone calls. As hard as it was, the only thing happy about my day was their remembering me. <br />
My oldest daughter called. Everyone down there is still reeling from the sudden death of an Aunt and Uncle last Monday. The couple had been battling declining health for many years, both had heart problems. I don't know all the details but apparently one had just got home from the hospital the day before, and when their oldest daughter came over to check on them, found them both gone.<br />
My older daughter has been dealing with her own battle with depression, for a number of years, too many. We cried about the loss and hopelessness, the feeling we could have done more and somehow that might have changed everything. I told her to never go down that path; what it does to those left behind, is too much to bear. She said she was scared, and I told her about my own fears. We promised to be there for each other, no matter how bad things seem. I know I can hold up my end of the bargain, but can she...? I can't go there......<br />
<br />
I never got to send E one of my doilies. She made me a necklace with a poodle charm pendant she found on one of her many RV excursions, and I never got around to reciprocating. I took for granted the fact that she was always there in emails, ready for another political rant, or just a warm and fuzzy puppies and kittens email to share with me....I didn't answer her last email, figuring on her heading back home, I'd next hear they made it back, if they didn't stop over on their way....we'd talked about a surprise visit one day and I told her we'd love for them to stop by! How I wish we'd got that chance.....<br />
<br />
I feel so terrible that we will never get that chance. I kept all her emails, the pictures of her fur-babies, old and new ones. The last picture of Buddy, before he passed while they were in Calif. She was bringing his ashes back to lay him to rest next to his other buds who had passed before him. E's last email to me was puppies and kittens. Was she sad at having to bring Buddy back this way...? She usually sent me political jokes, wasn't much for the warm and fuzzy, a down-to-earth matter of fact type. I remember thinking, "has E gone soft on me...?" it was not her usual email. <br />
<br />
We may never know, for as her husband said in his last email, she went down a road she chose, no returning.... <br />
<br />
I will not do that to my people. E, if you're listening, I will catch up with you again, my Friend. I'll make you that doily, and maybe each stitch will bring me, no us, you and me closer to that spot on the horizon that we both seek to reach....<br />
<br />
What was your favorite color, please tell me now....?<br /><br /><a href="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/20120422-082237.jpg"><img src="http://manyhorsesmane.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/20120422-082237.jpg" alt="20120422-082237.jpg" class="alignnone size-full" /></a>Sandra La Knitalianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296821669495545201noreply@blogger.com0