a snap on sunday, too

Although, it was taken on Saturday....

snaps on saturday

Lots of busy errand running today, but I did break to spend a few moments enjoying an Octoberfest sidewalk celebration that I accidentally stumbled upon!

just keep knitting...knitting, knitting, knitting...

Back in August I gave a bried nod in a post about a shawl that had I started on the 17th. I'm still not done yet, but here's a look at where my sights are aimed:

the pattern in Sonnenblume (which means "sunflower") 

by Anne Hanson of Knitspot 

It's a top down shawl.  For you non-knitters out there, that means I started at the center top edge with that honey-comb section that mimics the center of the sunflower. The shawl grows wider and wider as it grows longer. And lemme tell ya',  I have spent weeks working my way towards that bottom edge there!

I have only have 12 more rows plus the bind off to go, but the rows are taking forevahhhhhh because each row at this point has just over 775 stitches, and a whole lotta lace action to keep track of!!  Fun knitting, but sooooo looooong!!!  Each row is now taking me about an hour (I'm slow and I get distracted by television and chores and life and whatnot), not to mention that fact that I don't have much uninterrupted knitting these days.

I have a goal to try to finish this thing by the end of next week, but I'm not sure how realistic that is. 
Even after the knitting, I will have a massive blocking job to contend with (blocking is the soaking and then the pinning out all of the points of the shawl to open the lace).  This was a yarn/pattern club knit along, and from what I'm hearing, the pinning is quite the project, too!

But for now, I will just keep knitting....knitting, knitting, knitting...!

returning to my bloggy inspiration for a day

When I first started this blog, is so that I could have a place to record all of the stupid things people would say to me because I am an amputee.  That never really panned out....I quickly started writing about other things.  Not for lack of material, lemme tell ya'.  People say stupid things to me daily, and if I'm out in public long enough, it's often multiple times daily, and it's the reason why sometimes I'd rather just stay home and be a hermit from time to time. 

Well, today I had such a classic example of stupidity that I thought it was enough to remind me of my original intention for this blog.
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I'm in my wheelchair, shopping at my local supermarket using a handbasket on my lap. As usual, I have seriously underestimated my shopping list, and I should have gotten a cart. But I didn't. And I'm aint gonna go get one, either.  What I have instead is the basket on my lap, a 6 pack of sodas in one hand, and a huge 24 roll package of toilet paper dangling from the other hand.  I'm not struggling one bit. This is par for the course with me.


I pull up to the checkstand and start to load my stuff onto the belt.  The lady in front of me, who is turned completely around to watch my every move, is doing this funny little pantomimed dance just for me.  For every item I lift from my lap and place on the belt, she is squatting down, outstretching her arms, and without actually touching my things, she is spotting every thing I lift, just in case I drop it. Every item.  Even the tiny little box of mac & cheese.  Because ya' know, I might drop it. 

I manage to say nothing and try to be amused by her antics rather than annoyed (which major progress for me, you have nooooo idea).  About half way through emptying my basket, she realizes I need no help getting my items onto the belt, so she shifts to rearranging my items that are on the belt. Even though my items are perfectly placed (so perfectly in fact, they are placed so that the refrigerated items are separate from the pantry items, for example), she is going to lift each item and put it back down about a half inch away from where I had set it.  I keep my mouth shut, and I give her a smile of all things, not the scowl of my inexperienced gimpy-youth.  It is at this point that she turns to me and finally says something.

"You have this all figured out, don't you."

"Yes. Lots of practice!"

She turns, lifts up her right pant leg (?!), and points to this 6" vertical scar on her leg, running over her knee, and says, "I am blessed!!"

"Yes, it would seem you are!"

She lifts up the other pant leg, so she is now standing at the checkstand, with her pants all wicky-wonky, and the checker is waiting for her to pay for her stuff.  The lady doesn't pay. She leans over me, points to both scars and says, "I am blessed!!!  I can still walk on both my legs!! I am blessed!"

At which point I find myself thinking, "Are you really honest to god saying this to a one-legged chick in a wheelchair??!!  Well, by golly, yes!! It would seem you are."  But instead of saying that, I say, "Yes, you are indeed correct. Blessed you are." (because aren't ya sorta implying that I am not, you nutjob??"

"And I had back surgery, too!! I AM BLESSED!!"
 
All I can do is think to myself, "Alright, alright. I got it. YOU are blessed."  Sheesh.

She turns and pays for her stuff.  The poor checker, who is waiting for her to pay, is watching this whole exchange and makes a great effort to pick her mouth up off the floor, because she sort of looks like she is catching flies.

The end.

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And yes, for every day I leave the house, I could write a story like this. 
LOL

^^LOOK!^^
I'm evening laughing!

And that's how I became "AmpuTeeHee"  ;-)

no alarms and no surprises please

Blogger often cuts off a portion of the frame of the video.
If that's the case for you, linky-linky.

the crush

I love this time of year where I live.  I live at the very base of the Napa Valley, and I drive up into the area where grapes are grown at least once a week. 

It's harvest time.  It's this crazy science of timing where the growers are trying to choose the perfect date to harvest for maximum flavor.  We are scheduled to have a small heat wave this weekend, and tonight, as I was driving home from knitting up in the city of Napa, I could see and smell lots of activity.

There were portable flood lights set up on the hills of several vineyards, work trucks parked along the roadsides.  People moving in and out of rows of vines with big crates. And the smell....it's very unique.  It doesn't smell like wine yet, but it doesn't smell like grape juice, either.  It's something in between, and it's a very distinct odor.  The whole valley will smell like this for weeks and weeks. 

It smells like fall.

watch out, i got my crabby hat on

don't mess with me, bitches!

I'm not sure if it's the fact that MyFavoriteKid spent all afternoon trying to manipulate me in the homework department, or if it was the dance concert logistics, related phone calls and email I had to spend time on today, or if it's the pile of dishes staring me in the face that the elves just seem to refuse to come clean when I am not looking, or maybe it's just that I haven't taken a break to knit a single row today....

but whatever it is, I am crabby!!!

I'm probably more crabbypants than crabby-hat, but I'm diggin' the fashion statement.

many a missed photo-op!

Things I could have taken photos of today, but somehow managed not to:

~ a photo of the harvested romaine lettuce, spinach, arugula, and basil from the garden containers that I did this morning.
~  a photo of the gorgeous (and absolutely delicious) roasted shrimp with orzo pasta salad that I made for friends that came over for lunch and crafting.
~ a photo of the pitcher of lime daiquiris I made so we could wash down the pasta.
~ a photo of us enjoying our lunch and daiquiris, or of us having dessert while knitting on the patio.
~ a photo of us barely getting any knitting done thanks to too many daiquiris.

I didn't take photos of any of those things!
Instead I only managed to take a photo of this:
   

The dead redwood tree sprig that was floating overhead dangling by what I assume was a spiderweb.  I found it rather magical as it spun in the breeze, as if it were being controlled by the Forest Nymph of the Redwood or something.

Interesting, but certainly not the highlight of the day ;-)

snaps on saturday

Today was the last of our Master Gardener classes (vegetable series).  We did 8 out of 9 months, starting in January.  I learned a bunch of good stuff, but I think the next thing we need to do is take some classes more along the lines of "urban homesteading".

When we left the gardening class, we noticed that out in the park behind the building there was a 4-H rabbit event happening, so we took a stroll over. That's me and "Neptune" who they sometimes call "Niptune", the girls told me.  They were about to dress him up as a pirate for the costume contest! hahahaha

So maybe if we urban homestead, I can haz bunnehz?

wanna come see me dance?

 

An evening of contemporary bellydance, and I will be performing in four pieces...two troupe numbers, a solo, and a duet.  

Would love to see you (and be seen by you!).

yeah, what they said!

Tonight in class we did our ritual "Circle Dance" for the autumnal equinox (I know it's a few days early, but class is on Thursdays, so we always do it the Thursday before).  Before we start to dance, we circle up, holding hands, and if people want to, they can say a few words about where they're at.

I said something like this:
I sort of feel like I am "stretched thin"....like dough....except that I'm not really stretched thin at all.  I feel more like when you stretch out dough and then it springs back into a tight little ball.  Like I might actually being doing better if I was stretched thin; at least I'd be covering everything.  But instead it's more like I am shrinking away from things.   Maybe I need to "rise."

My dancer friends said something like this:
No, not rise....you need to "rest."
And "chill." 
Yeah. In the fridge.
With a damp towel over you.




Heh.

seventh blogiversary

SEVEN YEARS ...whoa! Time flies when you're writing a bunch of nonsense, doesn't it?!!
hahahahahaha

I've had some ups and downs this past year with the blog, and I even took the month of August "off" to be a little "less post-y" and think about what keeping this blog really means to me.  I'm am embarrassed to say that I never quite figured that out.  Somewhere in there during the month of August, the attack on my dog took place, and it sort of short circuited my mental process. I just sort of creeped back in here for September without saying a word, in case you didn't notice. LOL

During the August hiatus, I at least figured out these two things, though (and I wouldn't say I figured them out, as I sorta knew these two things already...but I did at least confirm these two things):

1) I love the practice of blog posting every day, I do it for myself, and it is an important practice that I am not about to stop any time soon.

2) I am so happy that y'all are along for the ride....whatever this ride thing IS that I am doing here.  I don't say thanks often enough, but really truly, I so much appreciate the fact that you are here.  I feel like I am never alone (and for me, that is a very big deal).


SO!
How about we celebrate with a little blogiversary raffle, eh?

Leave a comment on this post by the end of the month, or if that doesn't work for you because the comment system here is wacko or because you prefer to be a lurker, then email me instead at AmpuTeeHee{at}hotmail{dot}com.  I will throw all the names into a hat, and I'll announce a winner October 1st.  Then I' will mail you these little prezzies....

When you get them you can buy yourself some new music (ten bucks) and than you can take yourself and a friend out for a cup of something-something and a snack on me (twenty-five bucks).

Deal?
Deal!!!

Thanks again to all of you for visiting my little corner of the internet :-)

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Wow, I still can't get over the fact it's been seven years, though!  I sort of have this theory about how things go in seven year cycles, so what does that mean for the blog?!!!!   I have no plans, but maybe nature will take its own course!
 
 

when knit night turns into....

...learn how to make chainmaille night!

One of the guys who attends our "knit night" from time to time (and I say "knit night" in quotes because we often have crochet, beading, and jewelry making going on!), led us in a quickie class in learning how to make byzantine chain.

That's me on the big rings.
Here's a sample of a more experienced bit of work on smaller rings.

Fun!

Mike was awesome at teaching us how to do this. Lots of little tips and tricks, very patient and easy to understand.  If you live in the Bay Area and ever want to take a class, look him up at Just Bead It! in Concord.  Woot!

Playing with all the little rings is a little fiddly for my taste as far as hobbies go, and I'm not quite sure if it's portable enough for me for me to get toooo deep into it (plus I am just the type of klutz to knock over a tray of rings and have them scatter everywhere), but I could see myself playing around with this stuff for awhile and perhaps making a few of things as gifts. As fiddly as it is to make, I just adore the end result.  I'd love to make a little bag or a dragonscale bracelet or something as a greater goal.  It's a neat skill!

the changing of the (seasonal) guard

Move over, watermelon...

....we're about to cross over into pumpkin time!

happy new year...

...to my family and friends that are celebrating Rosh Hashanah.

May this year be sweet :-)

snaps on saturday

MyFavoriteKid and his date on their way into the Homecoming Dance

I just met MyFK's new interest last night at the homecoming football game.  She's really sweet, and hey....any chick that wears hot pink converse with a fancy dress is just fine in my book ;-)  (scroll way down on this ancient post to see why I can say that with conviction!)

i might be taking things just a little too far

If you were squicked by the last snacking vulture action photo I posted, then do yourself a favor and scroll no further....because this one is gooood and snack-y!

Let me tell you how this photo came to be.

I was leaving from a pit-stop at TheNewDiggs, and as I rounded the street corner, I almost ran over a vulture because he was snacking in the middle of the road on freshly squooshed possum.  I slowed down, and MrVultureMan (and no, I have no idea it this is a really a Mr or Mrs Vulture) put his food down and moseyed over to the curb.  After I passed, he went back out into the middle of the street to work on his snack again.  I pulled over and watched him do this routine over and over again. As every single car approached, the car would slow, the vulture would drop his food and go to the curb and then come out again in between oncoming traffic.  But the poor guy never got enough of  a chance to get any food!  Then a FedEx truck almost took him out.  I went from feeling a little bad for him to feeling concerned.

So you know what I did?

I pulled around, got my wheelchair out of the trunk, used a plastic baggie that was in the car as a pair of gloves, and dragged the squished possum by the tail over to the side of the road and launched it onto the lawn of the house we were in front of.

MrVultureMan was watching this whole operation from his perch on a nearby roof.

He seemed a little leery of eating the possum after I moved it...well, he probably wasn't leery of the possum, he was probably just leery of me!  I was still standing there waiting to see what he'd do, and I suspect that for a moment there, he thought that I was competing for his food, and that my grabbing the possum was some indication that I was wanting a snack too...and besides, I was also in the scary wheelchair machine!

Eventually though, he could resist no longer.

Yes.
I know.
I might be taking this whole "Wild Kingdom" thing a little bit too far.

raining tears...

Like most folks I'm sure, I have thoughts and feelings about what is going on in the world...but the last few days, with the news of the death of U.S. ambassador to Libya, Christopher Stevens, I have gone to some interesting internal places.  I've cried that this level of anger and hate even exists on the planet I inhabit.  I've sat in deep sadness about the loss of a sacrificing humanitarian and I have fretted that maybe there aren't any more like him brave enough to take his place. I've wondered why bad things happen to the people who bring so much good into this world. I've lamented that there is so much righteousness and lack of tolerance in this world.  I have sat baffled wondering why people just can't understand that if you really really really just think about it for a minute, you'll see that our fingers all point to the same place when it comes to talking about god.  I've watched the news and I've seen and heard the protests and hate filled chants that are being directed towards the the entire country that I live in, and I've found myself afraid.  And oddly enough, I caught myself destructively stuffing my face full with jellybeans and licorice in a feeble attempt to make life somehow sweeter...or maybe to pad myself (whatever the reason, it didn't work. I just felt sicker. Back to green smoothies.).

I also sang songs in my car.
Ok, maybe I was not just singing.
It was more like shouting.
At the top of my lungs.

Songs like this one:




(bless The Dave Matthews Band for once again putting my feelings all together for me in one place...
one awesome love-filled rockin' place)

Fire, the sun is well asleep;
the moon is high above, fire grows from the east.
How is this hate so deep?
To lead us all so blindly... killing, killing.
Fools are we if hate's the gate to peace
This. Is. The Last Stop.
raining tears........................

(more lyrics here)




If you aren't a Dave Matthews fan, let Charlie Rose tell you why you should be.

Over the years I've played the studio version of this song a kajillion times, and the ending has always been one of my favorite parts.  This live video sadly cuts off before the ending, but I had to use this version over others (even though  some of them were so great) because of the magical "Dave Moment" in the last 3 minutes or so. He looks up like he's channeling a message from above, then he adds a few lines of comfort right at the end of the song (and they don't appear on the studio version)....everything's gonna be alright.


I'll take Dave's comfort over sick-making jelly beans any day.
I should probably set up music in the kitchen so I get to that sooner.
Music always makes me feel better than candy.
   

vintage me.

dated "1/78" on the back (which makes me 10, almost 11)

no idea where this was taken

Get a load of that sweater ;-)

watch me say a whole lotta something without saying anything

Today was really really odd.

I have been dealing with some pretty big stuff with MyFavoriteKid the last four of five days.  He is proving himself to be quite the experimental teenager (I knew it was coming eventually), and while I am dealing with him effectively and logically and with a level of loving open groundedness that I did not even know I possessed, his behavior has caused me to be quite reflective.

So today I spent quite a bit of time thinking about myself as a teenager, and my parents and how they dealt with me as a teenager, and the circle of friends I had when I was a teenager.....and then lo and behold, multiple old high school buddies track me down on facebook today (oh, the timing!)....and then the cat brought in a dying bird with feathers everywhere that triggered a whole layer of grief....and then on the way to knitting tonight, I turn on the radio and the station is playing Carly Simon and all I see for a second is a flash of my mom in the sunken living room with a glass of wine in her hand belting out, "You're So Vain," as loud as she can.

It was like I was floating in outer space for a moment. It was totally surreal.

It's like I am in some crazy vortex where all I have been, has morphed into all I have come to be, and everything is sort of connected in some really bizarre way, like I'm watching a movie or something. It is blowing my mind, and I'm not on anything but coconut water, brown rice, and steamed kale...I swear it! Ok. A glass of wine at the knitting group tonight.  But that's it.  And it's like the whole world and all of my experiences are all swooshing into this crazy pinhead of moment where every experience of my life is....just. all. related.

I do not believe I am making any sense at all, but that's okay, because this is all I can do!
It's not making much sense to me either, at the moment.

What I know for sure is that not only am I okay, I am doing a really fine job of being alive and present and checked in and here.  I am a great parent, not only to my own kid, but to my own self, as I am now finally learning to re-parent myself.  Kudos to the new therapist.  I am getting my money's worth.