Sometime last June…

We cut down a tree. We rented a boom. I thought they were called cherry pickers. I was wrong. We borrowed Danica’s truck to get the boom to and from the rental place.

David and Joshua cut the limbs from the tree and the rest of us dragged branches away from the base.

I showed the pictures to Dad.

Dad: Why is he wearing a mask?

Me: That’s his beard, Dad.

Dad: He needs hearing and eye protection.

Me: He’s wearing them. I made everyone wear them.

The next week we rented a wood chipper and filled the driveway with shavings.

A really cute nephew helped.

Our nephew Charles was such a trooper. He was exhausted but kept on hauling branches with Stefan and me.

Then, we had a graduation party for Chynna. My baby got her BFA from UVU.

We had many kind of treats that I gleaned from Pinterest:

I am stupidly proud of how they turned out. Almost as proud as I am of her.

To cousins, siblings, and old friends:

I probably started projects.

We’re not that far away from another June and hopefully we’ll get around to cutting down the trunk of the tree and getting the yard to recover from the drought. We took the governor’s advice to just let our yards go, but out neighbors didn’t. So, their lawns are still nice and pretty and ours sucks. :/

Pantry Purge

Also known as Spring Cleaning

Since I refuse to come to terms with my yarn, I went through the pantry and food storage. I took an inventory and came up with what we called Armageddon Meal Plans. Food storage is an incredible blessing. It does expire so we need to figure out how to use it up and replace it with new. Spreadsheets were involved. I love a spreadsheet. I can pull up a spreadsheet and see what I have down in the basement area (dubbed StuffMart) without having to search through the boxes.

It was gratifying to get an idea of what we had and the pandemic had taught us what was and wasn’t necessary. It was also nice to have a list and a plan of what we need to do better. We opened all the boxes and like things were grouped together. It was so zen when two partial containers could be combined to make more room.

Then I tackled the bathroom cupboards.

My bathroom isn’t that big. How did all that fit?

Yes, the craft room is next. Eek.

Are we on the other side?

Day 1 – I can do this.

Day 2 – Um, maybe.

Day 3 – Cats and knitting, I’ve got this.

I was insane by Day 5. Month after month, I thought about what to say. What to do. With all the of political insanity and the media hysteria and social media histrionics that it just seemed best to say away from the news and social media as much as possible. Wearing masks was almost impossible for me and no one cared. So, I stayed home. For over a year.

I didn’t bother with a 2020 planner, I took a semester off school. I just couldn’t face trying to continue classes online. I kept hoping the promise of “two weeks to flatten” was the truth.

It wasn’t.

The CS department was kind enough to let me continue to grade because there was a shortage of graders. It helped for me to have something to do.

2021 started.

Chynna’s final project for her BFA was an art show with two other students at the Scera Theater Art Gallery.

Chynna standing next to my favorite of this series.

My own classes started and Junebug kept an eye on me.

Chynna moved into her own place and I inherited a new spinner for my craft room.

Joshua got his purple belt in Kenpo Karate. I can’t tell from the picture, I really hope that’s the purple one.

I did odd things for my physics lab. Our physics class was in person and/or livestream, but the lab was online. All experiments would be conducted at home so we had to build the equipment that let us conduct the experiment. It was SO COOL!

*pic of bread board and boat with pennies*

I dove into the physics class. The former class from Hell that was standing between me and my Associates. I tried it during my first semester back to school after a many year break. That was mistake. I cried and quit on the last day possible to drop the class. The 2nd time, I was making it through. I was still crying, but I had it. Then Covid shut down the help lab. Third time’s a charm. Not only did I make it through the class, I got an A. The professor was amazing and he made it fun. I could tell that he was good at teaching much younger students than college age and instead of it being insulting, it was soothing and relaxing. The class was in person and online which meant it was recorded so I was able to rewatch anything I needed. His class also didn’t use the frustrating homework software that my last class used. I put in a good amount of hours on homework but it wasn’t 6 hours a day for a tiny assignment. It felt balanced and right. It almost *almost* made me want to take the 2nd physics class.

It’s summer and we’ve started to poke our heads out the front door. It seems like we are allowed to live life again.

The knitting and crocheting continue. A few house projects also continue and maybe I can get everything I need to get done before the fall semester starts.

Never ending crochet granny

I totally understand mother’s little helper.

I often wondered why my mother had a bottle of Valium in her bathroom cupboard. Because being a housewife is freaking boring, that’s why. You have to be high to get through the day. Thirty-five years later, I’m still shocked I’m not in a recovery home.

In other news, I decided my bestie needed a Baby “The Child” Yoda doll. So, I’m making her one. We’ll see how it goes. The little guy is turning out to be not so little.

This is take 2 with a slightly finer yarn and a much small hook and it’s going to be bigger than what is shown in the pattern picture. Whatever, I’m not starting over again.

Craft From Stash

It seems a little late in the year to state that 2020 is the year for Crafting from Stash. As I’ve just purchased yarn, I can’t say I’m going Cold Sheep. But for the rest of the year, I’m going to craft from my stash as much as possible.

My craft room will serve as a wonderful fiber shop where I hope to find many forgotten treasures. I’ve never been a monogamous knitter and now I just need to give into my Startitis and try to soothe my soul.

I would really love to purchase a circular knitting machine, but I can’t do that right now. Soon, but not right now. So, I’ve set up my old Bond knitting machine and am working out how to do hats from a flat panel.

When I took this off the machine, I used a circular knitting cable. After I seam up the side to make a tube, I will then do the decreases by hand. On the other end, I will remove the waste yarn and attempt to do ribbing, otherwise, I will bind off by hand and just let it be a roll brim. This is the trial run hat and from there I will know if I want to decrease the number of stitches and/or use a different size stitch plate. The machine fought me a little bit, but once I got going, it only took a few minutes to get enough rows for a hat.

Btw, the yarn I just purchased was name Corona. I don’t think that should count against the craft from stash. Do you?

I bought yarn just for the title.

I kinda had to.

I may have purchased three skeins. They’ll make great hats. I ordered them from Heindselman’s, a local shop that has been in business for over 100 years.

Yarn Corona Chunky in Cinnabar. I’ve also purchased Candy and Cactus.

Never tell a housewife you are afraid of being bored at your job.

Someone recently expressed a worry about being bored and unfulfilled at their job.

I’m look into my future and I see this: Grocery shopping. Cooking. Laundry. Cleaning. Things might vary day by day or week by week. I may dust one day, and vacuum the next day or throw caution to the winds and not dust. I may spice things up by watering the plants. I may really go crazy and purge/organize the pantry. I may even take a sick day and do nothing. But throughout the rest of my life, most days/weeks/months will be the same. Any or all of the above and that’s okay. That’s my job. I consider it to be needed and necessary. It’s just not very interesting. In fact, it’s BORING.

No matter how well or how poorly I do these things, I cannot get a raise. I cannot get a promotion. I cannot raise my financial standard of living (although I could ruin it by spending unwisely). I can get another job on top of all of this, but I cannot change the above. I am a housewife.

This is not a post about sharing housework. My husband does share in these things especially now that I am in school. At age 50-something, I went back to school to finish a degree I started over 30 years ago. He’s been great. I probably won’t use the degree for anything. I just wanted to finish it. I’ve been in and out of the industry in between times of taking care of my family for many years. This is not about that. This is not a post about gender differences or equality.

This is a post about quitting a job for very good reasons, but not getting a new one for very bad reasons. This is not about losing your job, becoming disabled, or being unable to find a new job. This is about choosing a start up company that hasn’t paid anything yet, months later. This is about not choosing an established company that would start paying right away, with benefits, insurance, vacation time. All because one is afraid of being bored.

Today, on this planet, an extremely large number of people have jobs that involved a lot of repetition. Jobs that some, most, or all of us may consider boring. And yet, these jobs continue to be done. They need to be done, because people need to support their families. The world-wide-whining about being fulfilled is insulting. I am grateful, grateful, for every person I encounter that is doing a job that a large chunk of the world looks down on. Think about every custodian you come across and thank them for taking care of you and giving you clean bathrooms. Thing about every person in the fast food drive through and thank them for feeding you that day. Think of every cashier/bagger and thank them, by name, for helping you get groceries to your family that day.

If you manage to find a job that excites you and fulfills you, fabulous. I’m happy for you. If you manage to start up a company and be successful, great. I’m happy for you. But do so wisely. Don’t bring everyone down around you because you are worried about being bored.

The ability to find fulfillment in our jobs comes from within us. You can certainly change jobs, even though I can’t. You can move up, down, sideways, change companies. Any number of things. But quitting before replacing your job is irresponsible. You’re afraid that your boredom will becoming self-loathing and disgust? You are not above the 98% of the planet that is doing a job that you would find boring. Suck it up, pal, and get a hobby. Go back to school. Learn something new. Throw caution to the winds and vacuum instead of dusting first.

Just like a housewife.

Thursday On My Needles

A candy cane scarf for a local missionary. I need to get it finished before Dec 1 and I need to be working on Danica’s present for her 30th birthday a few days later.

I am close to the end of this semester and I need to get busy with math before the next one starts. Time to get a little inspiration from Elle Woods and hit the books.

Thursday on my needles

I’m not sure I like this new WordPress format. I’m not sure that I don’t. If I blogged more, I would be used to it by now 😉

The semester is winding down. I had to drop a hard class so, I have one easy class and more time for knitting.

Red Heart Stripes in colors I adore. I had just enough left over in this skein to make this 2×2 stretchy hat. Pattern found here. I used a different cast off method to keep the ribbing intact.

Next up: A baby blanket for David’s cousin.

Lion Brand Baby Soft held double so that I get a really pretty color effect and more importantly, the blanket will be finished faster. Standard granny square.