Iris eyes are smiling
Wednesday November 30th 2016, 11:46 pm
Filed under: Friends
Just inside the door at Trader Joe’s was a display of flowers. I’m in the habit of walking right on by, but maybe the fact that I was in a TJ’s across town and with a different layout from my usual got me to pay more attention.
I checked the price on the bunch of iris buds ready to open: $3.99. Okay, that’s a splurge I can certainly do, as the thought came that, hey, I bet Nina would like those. I hadn’t seen her for a few months; she was always so busy with work but this wouldn’t take but a moment of her time. (I pictured nobody home and having to leave them below the doorbell and her wondering where on earth those had come from.)
A few groceries in the cart, a little hemming and hawing over dinner ideas and I was out of there and on my way.
A knock at the door: Just to say I was thinking of you. How ya doin’.
She brought me inside in delight and we sat and caught up for an hour till I pled groceries that really did need to be put away (while glad it was cold outside).
Some big things had been going on in her life this past little bit, this and this and this, too, and just yesterday she’d gotten something done she’d been avoiding for several years and it felt pretty darn good to get that over with and to know what she needs to do next. It’s clear now at last, and things are looking good.
I’d known none of that and I was so glad I had come when I had come and could share in the moment. I’d just thought, hey, Nina would like those…
But man, it felt good to be back
Tuesday November 29th 2016, 10:18 pm
Filed under: Knit
I knitted a little today.
I hold the weight of the work in my left hand when I knit and I had just started a cowl project before my fall, i.e. something small and gratifyingly easy to see progress on, so since the right hand had the easiest job I figured just run the yarn between ring and middle finger and over one from the usual and see where that might get me, tension and gauge-wise. Just try it.
There being two black velcroed strips holding my pinky and ring fingers snugly together for at least the next four weeks.
This is where it got weird: I think I was keeping the tension okay, not that, but the fact that–the yarn tickled. It kept, y’know, moving, too, pulling across those unaccustomed skin surfaces for enough minutes that I wanted a break from it aside from needing to rest the hands themselves.
In forty-eight years of knitting, I’ve never had it running through there before. After the three rows I did it even began to feel slightly rough. But that Madeline Tosh yarn was far from rough.
Is it possible (as I picture guitarists with their hands on the strings) that knitters’ callouses are a thing? On the insides of our fingers. So strange. I don’t know, I can’t get to mine to see.
They were bigger than he was
Monday November 28th 2016, 11:42 pm
Filed under: Wildlife
Three raptors approaching overhead and my Cooper’s hawk diving for cover in the upper parts of the redwood tree, vanishing instantly.
That wasn’t something I ever expected to see.
And still we are here
Before church started, I was enjoying some of my favorite little kids there running around a woman about my age who turned out (it was an easy guess) to be their grandmother. First I asked the two-year-old, Is that your grandma?
He stopped and looked at her with big eyes and then at me with a puzzled expression that said, Well who else would she be? How could you not know this?
Their dad was giving one of the talks.
Things I never knew, though I’ve known them for years. Before he and his wife had married they’d found out she had a brain tumor. Well then it was something they would face together, and they did, but they were sure that one outcome would be that there would not be a chance to have children.
Sometimes, though… Not everybody gets to have the blessings they fervently wish for, but sometimes…
They have two little boys and now a newborn girl and a blessedly normal life these years later.
And they know how good they have it. The rest of us came away more grateful for all that we have, too.
How else could we be? May we never forget this.
Mel and Kris and Phyllis
Delete a bajillion junk gmail messages from my Mac and the phone takes pictures again. May all our problems be so easily solved.
My friend Phyllis introduced me to the annual Harvest Festival in San Jose years ago and today was the day. Mel and Kris are always there and that’s reason enough for me to go, and time with Phyl, too? Hey. Count me in.
So we made a beeline for them and the four of us chatted for a little while. Would they be willing to hold my purchases so we didn’t have to carry the heavy bag everywhere? Of course.
Phyl wanted to make sure I got to see everything and so we did, circling back at last to our friends. A pitcher, a large serving bowl, a soup bowl with a handle (so now I have two, which makes more sense than just one) and a small kid-size mug. Really pretty stuff, all of it.
I was at home pulling each item at a time carefully out of its newspaper wrappings when one of their business cards fell out onto the floor. My hands were full so I didn’t get to it immediately.
A minute or two later, a second one fluttered down. I grinned and picked them both up–and somehow happened to turn one of them over.
I’d been so worried over trying to write my name legibly on the credit card slip with that broken hand that I never even saw what the amount had come to.
They totally got me.
Friday November 25th 2016, 10:16 pm
Filed under: Family
My favorite part of Thanksgiving? (Well, there were several, but here you go.)
Our kids are nearly as old as Aunt Mary Lynn’s kids, so they grew up together and definitely relate to each other.
You never know, though, where a Facebook algorithm is going to take anybody on any given day, so I asked the ones who’d arrived late, Did you hear Sam’s news?
“No, what?” with faces searching mine for a clue good or bad.
A heartbeat’s pause. “Mother’s Day.”
That’s all it took. I wish she could have heard those two long sharp astonished gasps in unison and then the whooping for joy for her. Yup, they totally instantly got it. Meantime, someone else was explaining to “the man who is calling upon” their sister who was meeting some of the family for the first time that this was something their cousin had thought she could never have, and so he was really happy for her, too (we really like this guy.)
Meantime, that impish grin I’d tried to suppress just might have tipped them off.
Thanksgiving dinner was at Aunt Mary Lynn’s up in the mountains, with cousins, bouncy little kids, old folks, and us middle types in between.
A widowed elderly neighbor whose daughter had recently died needed the noise and the joy and she relished all the sounds of small children playing, laughing right along with them. She walked carefully in their presence, though, and as far as I know did not hold the heavy, wiggly baby. Jean was a bit stooped and a little frail looking–and she was a treat to get to meet, and when she mentioned something about her persimmon I got her talking about fruit trees.
How many do you have?
Oh, about twenty.
We could really talk fruit trees here! She really knew her stuff.
But she admitted that she doesn’t do so much with them these days. (Yeah, I wouldn’t want her on any ladders either, that’s for sure.)
She did all these years, though, and to every thing its own season. It’s okay. She’s got one of those fruit picker things for reaching stuff, and oh, yes, me, too.
We drove home just in time to have our nephew Ryan and his wife, visiting her folks from New York City, over for an hour or so before they had to head back; they had to leave early in the morning. Ryan lived at our house for one summer while courting her and it’s deeply gratifying to see them so happy together. We had a great time.
And having gotten my cast off yesterday but told to wear it when I might fall or be out and about and need the protection, my balance was a little more wobbly than usual and it stayed on most of the day. I’m with Jean.
But it’s really nice to be able to leave it at simply two fingers velcroed together when I want to. And the velcro ties fit inside the splint, so, no losing those. Yay.
And a blessed, grateful day it was.
Wednesday November 23rd 2016, 11:35 pm
Filed under: Amaryllis
My phone is on strike: no matter how many photos I delete it says it’s too full to take any more–otherwise I’d be showing you my amaryllis. Here, this one. (Aaaaand… It’s sold out. That link may go poof.)
Silly iPhone. Thursday’s supposed to be the day when we all get too full.
I will so miss these trips together
I threw the idea out there on a lark, and she said, Sure!
And so for one last time before Michelle’s move Friday to her new job in San Diego, we drove down to Andy’s Orchard together. The last fresh fruit of the year was apples and persimmons, including a Giant Fuyu that truly was and a variety I’d never heard of.
But the best part was seeing the woman I’d given Andy’s hat to last month. She had always seemed like someone who needed a good hug and a listening ear somehow.
Boy, not this time. She was glad to see us and laughed again and again as we chatted.
Then the total, the credit card, and the sudden realization: how am I supposed to sign this?!
No problem, Mom, I can do it.
She told me of some long-forgotten (by me, anyway) time when she’d needed my signature in high school but that hadn’t been possible so I’d told her to just go sign it. Turned out she could do a darn good job of it, and today it was, here, let me show you. Our handwriting style’s a lot the same anyway, Mom.
(Actually I didn’t think it was but never mind.)
And then with my okay, go ahead, she did.
I was gobsmacked. I couldn’t have been able to tell you I hadn’t written that. She was disappointed it didn’t come out better while I was going no, you’ve got my old-age version down pat.
The clerk was bowled over laughing at this point.
You have found your superpower, my child. Use it only for good.
Hey, you, strand it over
Monday November 21st 2016, 10:23 pm
Filed under: Mango tree
I did a smart thing: I ordered two strands of blue Christmas lights last week as backup. I debated just buying spare bulbs but there was no telling how old my strings were; they could have been around decades (and probably had.) Might as well play it safe.
I did a dumb thing: after I took a few photos of the new growth and buds here, here, and here too now, I decided to replace a bulb that was out. Sunset was about 35 minutes away, plenty of time.
The old bulb didn’t want to come out, nuh uh–and suddenly there was a slightly coiled wire exposed, the metal base was still firmly attached down in there, and a definite pop sound as two full strands of Christmas lights died. Poof. Gone. The promise of staying lit when just one bulb goes bad doesn’t apply if you blow the fuse.
The controller in the box was peachy fine. It was just the strands.
I had one good hand (and the thought of, oh, my osteopath isn’t going to like this) and suddenly not much time. I had to carefully undo all those waggly bulbs (let’s not add broken glass to this mess) and wiring from everywhere and get them out of there, trying not to pull off any of the self-entangled leaves. I lost two. Open the new shipping box and doublecheck that they really did sell me outdoor lights like I’d paid for–yes–and get the new lights worked back in there.
You don’t want bulbs directly touching branches. You wish they didn’t have to touch leaves, either (good luck with that) since they brown where they do (see bulb imprint at the bottom of that second photo)and you don’t want wires crossing or bulbs touching At All.
I figured letting heat rise was, as it had been before, a good idea.
And then I snapped one more picture.
The second stake and the bubble wrap are to keep the frost covers off the buds and the covers from being punctured.
I got my three layers over the tree for the night a minute or so after sunset.
The kicker is that my setup had had the mango at 72 last night when it was 45 outside: I really hadn’t needed that one bulb at all. But it’s just as well gone. The muted glow out there is at long last all blue rather than a kluged mess of green and blue, making it quieter visually in the night.
My hand is whining a bit.
And I’m a-gonna order me some more strands. And bulbs. Gotta have backup. You never know.
Casts of characters
Sunday November 20th 2016, 11:09 pm
Filed under: Friends
A friend at church saw my cast and chuckled ruefully and told me, “Yeah, I’ve been debating going in. I may have broken my elbow ice-skating yesterday.”
I said something about taking good care of it if he did, but I think what really got him to go in and get it checked was simply acknowledging the thing out loud.
Turns out, yes, it was.
Ah, the slings and errors of outrageous fortune…
Saturday November 19th 2016, 11:56 pm
Filed under: Life
So, what I was going to write about Wednesday before life so rudely interrupted that night. Let the one-handed hunt and peck begin.
Earlier that day I did a quick Target run that required I look for things at the far opposite ends of the store.
And that is how I ran into a mom with two kids in one of those huge red double-decker-ish carts with multiple seatbelts they have there.
She was highly stressed. Her little guys started to whine and cry, and they were all spiraling.
It didn’t help that here was this weirdo lady who’d stopped right there in the aisle and was fishing through her tote bag, almost in the way, and what on earth was that about.
(Pink, no, c’mon, boyish!)
There–two finger puppets, both of them white and black. I offered them to the mom.
She was speechless. She was thrilled. Her boys picked right up on the change and were suddenly quiet, watching–and then sitting up and happy as she handed them each one.
Did you MAKE these?!
No, women in Peru did, I confessed as I turned to go.
Wait! Are you–? She didn’t want to ask the question in a way that would sound presumptuous and was struggling for what to say because this was all so not what she was prepared for.
Merry Christmas! I grinned back over my shoulder.
Got to the checkout. Of course I picked the line that took forevvvvvver. Man that guy was slow.
When suddenly I was glad I was still there. I pulled my cart out of the line to go to another mom who was also struggling not to snap and her baby was fussing.
She was adorable. About a year old. The pink flamingo got its moment.
A head suddenly popped up from the seat at the lower front part of the cart, a toddler boy with blond curls curious as to what was going on.
Oh! You’ve got another one! as another finger puppet came out. When this mom asked, I explained about the women being able to put food on the table and everybody wins. Happy Birthday! (Which is how I try to remember to always say it–everybody has birthdays.) I told her, I had four kids in six years.
Oh! So you know!
OH yeah! I grinned.
Back to the line.
But this time my attention got called back by three voices: the mom’s, the little boy’s, and a waving baby giving it her best try: “Thank you!”
And ever since, I’ve wondered if those two moms with the two little kids each and identical mom-carts saw knit finger puppets on the other kids’ hands and became instant friends right there in the store.
Because they said so
Friday November 18th 2016, 10:08 pm
Filed under: Life
Actually two small breaks, the orthopedist told us. Off with the splint, on with the cast. (But I liked the splint. I could take it off when I had to.)
He wanted to cast the whole hand but I cannot, cannot, sorry, I tried, do the ileostomy thing one-handed, so he left three fingers free. (What on earth do people do who are worse off than me?)
Which is still a pain. But: I didn’t break my left hand. I can hold the cane that needs to be on my left side to counter the balance damage from the ’00 car accident, where it has to be, and so I can walk. A little carefully, given that I go by visual and tactile feedback to keep up and down figured out and that there’s a constant distracting storm of input from my right hand–that cast is tight.
I can manage.
As long as you don’t ask me to open any screw top lids (almost went next door but gave up) or to plant that new amaryllis bulb that’s sprouting like crazy in the toasty warm house. (To self: toldja you should have done them all the moment they arrived.)
The funny part is that last Thursday the endocrinologist went over my bone scan at my annual appointment and told me that if I fall, to fall on my hand. Hips are much harder to heal, hands are a lot faster. Put my hand out to catch my fall.
And I thought, like anyone has a choice in the moment it’s happening?
So there you go: I was just following doctor’s orders.
Thursday November 17th 2016, 11:23 pm
Filed under: Mango tree
Ortho dr. early tomorrow re that fracture.
It’s 39F already at 10:15 pm and my mango tree has new buds today and is a happy 62F. Those first mangoes will melt all of this away in an instant.
Went to a baby shower tonight and wondered why on earth I don’t have a stash of baby hats for such occasions. Now that I know I need to I plan to do just that once I can.
Assault of the earth
Typing left handed. Slipped on mud in dark do still have teeth after picking/spitting mud out of them iced hand didn’t help called urgent care got told yes come got there apologizing for coming in four min before closing they splinted swollen finger–bones look okay though why did they ask about my head oh right of course they gave me info on head injuries and it took till just now to remember the word radiologist. Wasn’t in. Will call.
And Richard is my hero. Took good care of me.
Rueful. Not what I planned. But the new Rios Solis yarn came with the mail about 7 pm and it’s a wonderful match: now I can finish that baby afghan and I wound the first one up immediately right before I went in the backyard because it’s really getting cold and an extra frost cover was going to be a necessity. (I did get it over the tree.)
p.s. Earlier this evening while doing the first covering up the mango for the night–at sunset, reasonably, when there was enough light–I moved a board away that had been part of a border along the edge of the plants but had come loose with exposed nails (how did it get turned nails side up?) and I decided it had given up all pretense of being decorative, it was a hazard. Out.
And that is why, three hours later, I landed on soft mud only. My face would have landed right at those nails.
UPDATE 10:20 am. They called a few minutes ago. Fracture of fifth knuckle.