Saturday, September 08, 2007

A Footy Achievement

Isn't it odd how most of us take our feet for granted?

Diabetics have to pay careful attention to their feet; keeping them clean, dry and watching for cuts and infection. Sock manufacturers have recognised a market and swooped down, making a "diabetic" sock in all shades. I am fortunate enough to own a few pairs of such socks, and let me tell you they are worth every cent we paid! Because I stand on my feet for hours at a time, I wanted a pair of socks that would not make my feet sweat, 'cause when that happens my feet itch and then all kinds of nasty things happen! I am not, thank the heavens, diabetic. But my mother is, so I think of these things quite a bit.

My mother is a most amazing sock maker. She has knitted socks for as long as I can remember. The past few years, I have always been a grateful recipient. One year she gave me one sock for my birthday (in December) and the mate on Christmas day! I have gotten brown socks, peach socks, socks that made no colour sense at all, and socks that I miss because I wore them out. I have always envied the way she can produce such a warm and form fitting sock out of a length of yarn; and I always wanted to learn how she achieved this magic. Mom sent me the pattern a couple of months ago, and this past week, I got brave.

I made a sock.

That's it, up there in the left corner. It's a modest little number (ok, not so little) in turquoise blue with a dark blue speckled cuff. It turned out very well, if I do say so myself. All except the toe. It seems I need a bit more practise with the Kitchener stitch. But no worries, with Mom's instructions in hand, and the fab photos at Silver's Place

(see the bottom part of the page for Kitchener stitch instructions)

I'm quite sure I'll get it with the next sock.

Not bad for someone that learned how to knit a sock via the internet and long distance phone.

Back to the needles!

Monday, September 03, 2007

R.I.P Tweety

This is, or was, Tweety.
We got Tweety for Betty back about six years ago. Betty has always had birds and when we got the opportunity to get a bird, I thought it would make her feel a little more at home.
Tweety never liked me.
She would fuss, holler and carry on so much when I was on the phone (it didn't matter to her who I was talking with) that frequently I had to go to another room. When I tried to be nice to her, she would threaten to bite me. Nearly succeeded a few times, too. We would put her cage outside on nice days, and then keep an eye out for the neighbours cat. In the spring we moved her cage to stand near the patio door, in the living room, so that she could see all of us and interact with everyone that came through the place. Our patio door became our main entrance, and everyone would say hello to Tweety. Jimmy taught her to sing, and somehow she learned how to make noises like our phone when we called out. It got so frequent that for the longest time I thought Jimmy was calling all his friends, and it turned out to be Tweety beeping like the phone!
She was a character, our Tweety.

Last night, at 1 in the morning, Tweety passed away from, what we believe, was a heart attack.
She was sitting on her perch watching t.v with me, occasionally retrieving a mouthfull of seed, when she started singing very softly. I called it "singing to herself" it was so low key. She would often do it at night while we watched t.v. Last night she did it again, and I thought nothing of it. Then I heard a small thump and scratching on the bottom of the cage. I stood up to peek into the cage, thinking she was goofing around as she did from time to time. But she was on her back with her wings stiffening and opening, repeatedly. I called Betty from across the room to come look, tell me what was going on, but by the time she had crossed ten feet, Tweety was gone.
Her eyes closed and her feet clenched, our beautiful feathery family member was gone.

I confess, I'm a little surprised how much I miss her. Shandon has been crying all day and I get choked up when I think about how empty her cage is now. Strange, I didn't expect this much emotion for a bird. She was just a bird, right?
No, she fit right in here.
Colourful, loud, opinionated, dramatic and very out there.
Yup, she was one of us, and we'll miss her.

Fly free, Tweety.

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Knitty Moments Approaching Another School Year

With the mitten behind me, and the ending of same haunting me with it's ugliness, I gave in and thought I might try a sock.
"What?! Are you insane!?" I hear you cry. Yeah, I guess I must be, but let me tell you, it's not that bad.
Yes, I have had moments where I wondered what was in my glass, but I've also been lucky enough to have MOM only a phone call away. With her instructional email printed out and in front of me, and the phone on my shoulder, I've managed to nearly complete one sock. I had it on my foot and I've made it to the arch. It has a royal blue flecked cuff and a baby blue body, and it will have a royal blue toe, I think. (I'll post a photo when I finish the sock) So far, I'm very pleased with the way it's turning out. A website I'd like to point you to (if you're the knitting sort) is
I'm also encouraged by the Yarn Harlot's many knitting adventures.

School starts again on tuesday. The School Board still has not responded to my letter explaining why Shandon will not be attending school this year. First thing in the morning, I have a meeting with the new principal to see what can be done to get Braydon a different teacher. The teacher he has been assigned cannot teach children with a learning disorder. I don't mean she's not allowed, I mean she is incapable. She taught Shandon for grade two and it was an unmitigated, horrible, emotional nightmare. She furthered his sense of emotional isolation, cramped the potential for learning and along the way gave the other kids more fuel for teasing. Even against our pediatrician's objections, she left Shandon out in the hallway instead of teaching him within the group. Long story short... she's not teaching Braydon. So the little guy will not be attending the first day of grade two. I expect we'll be able to get it all sorted out. Apparently this principal has taken all kinds of training in the special ed arena, and Braydon has all kinds of documentation to record his ADD, NVLD and depression.
So, we'll see.