Still Here

Last week was busy!  We headed up to the Cape for Thanksgiving.  My mom was also turning 80 over the weekend.  There was lots of family time.  Lots of eating.  Not as much drinking as I thought there might be.  Not enough football really - that's because being up in Mass, I couldn't watch the UCONN game on TV and because I wouldn't call that event on the evening of Thanksgiving between the Jets and Pats a football game.  It was more of a farce.  I'm not a fan of either team so I didn't much care who lost.  But really Jets - really?  Yes, J-E-T-S now stands for Just End The Season to many Jets fans.  I can see why.  Anyway, a good time was had by all.  We even got our uncle to make us crepes for breakfast one morning.  To Die For!  That's showing my French Canadian roots a little.  Took the Acela back home from Boston yesterday, A had to work Saturday, so he went home early.  I really do enjoy train rides.  Tonight, I may take a moment or two and see if I can create our Christmas card - must get it done before snapfish cuts me off!  And it looks like we'll be hosting Christmas at some level.  I will invite my family - but some invitation - "please come for Christmas, but you won't be able to stay here overnight".  The in-laws are headed to Florida the day after Christmas, so we are inviting them to stay overnight rather than heading back 2 1/2 hours away from Florida.  And since our attic room has been taken over by a lot of storage, I'm not sure I can have it guest-ready by Christmas.  Mainly because I'm not sure where we could put everything that we have stored up there!

So - I'm rambling.  Bye.

Some Friday Photos

It snowed Wednesday, so for your viewing pleasure, some first snowfall pictures.  Starring in the photos, none other than the Boom Doggie.

Happiness is....

.....four more years!  I was not an Obama fan right from the start back before the 2008 elections.  In the NY primary, I voted for Clinton.  I felt she had more experience and therefore was the better candidate.  When it turned out to be Obama v McCain, I was unsure where to go.  Voting for a Republican would be hard for me, but McCain was the kind of Republican I could get behind.  I was still concerned about Obama's lack of experience.  Then McCain chose Palin as his running mate.  Game over.  Easy decision.  This time around, it was an easy decision from the start.  While I think President Obama has been only slightly better than average - I would say C+ to B- as a President, I think Romney would have been far worse.  His plans - when he would talk about them - were reminiscent of the days of supply side (aka trickle down) economics.  Those policies failed.  It just doesn't work.  I don't think the next four years are going to be easy.  We need to find a way for Congress to bridge their differences.  We need less concern about individual districts and states and interests and more concern about what policies help the country most overall.  I don't know how Obama supporters would have reacted to a loss, but I'm saddened by some of the ignorant comments I see from Romney supporters.  One such comment was "you should have to pay taxes to vote."  Okay - so college students shouldn't get to vote?  Stay at home moms or dads don't get to vote?  How about people who retired on a disability pension that is tax exempt - they don't get to vote anymore?  The comment was reactionary - thinking that all our problems are a result of those on welfare.  Yes, our welfare system needs further reform.  Yes, people take advantage of the system.  But does our welfare system need more reform than the tax system that allows very wealthy people to pay a lesser percentage of their income in taxes than the middle class, because their wealth allows them to take advantage of tax exemptions or tax provisions?  No.  Both need revision.   Our problems are not solely the result of one system or another.  They are the result of multiple systems and the refusal of our representatives in Washington (both houses here) to give up any of their programs or accept modifications to them.  There has to be give and take from all parties and, as I see it, there is mostly an attitude of "I'll take and you give"  and that just doesn't work.

In the aftermath of Sandy

Saturday morning, A & I went to the Rockaways, to help out at the home of one of A's fellow R-1 firefighters.  A had been down there on Thursday with a couple of other guys to bring S the basics - gas for a generator, propane stove, propane heater, milk and other non-perishables.  On Friday, 7 guys from R-1 showed up to demo his basement - take out all the damaged items, strip the wallboard and start the cleanup.  When we got there Saturday morning, there was a pile 5 or 6 ft high in the street.  As we came through Queens, we could see the flood line by looking at where the garbage was still stuck in the trees and fences.  You could see the storefronts with the moisture on the inside from having been flooded.  Going further, through an area called Broad Channel, there was car after car sitting on the median of a four lane road.  They had been towed there as part of the cleanup.  Again, you could see the moisture on the inside.  There was a boat, blocking one lane, thrown there by Sandy.  We get to S's neighborhood and their is sand everywhere, in the streets, the yards, everywhere.  Sandy left it there.  And now there was trash, as people carted what had once been furniture, insulation, family mementos, appliances, walls, floors - pieces of their lives - out into the street.  NYC Sanitation trucks were evident.   The gas company was there as well.  No real signs of FEMA or the Red Cross though - disappointing.  We helped S bleach his walls. to try to prevent mold from growing  We carted some more stuff out to the street.  A few more R-1 guys came to work on his furnace, with plans to hook him up to get hot water.  S was in good spirits.  He was most sad at the loss of his books.  His girlfriend gave me some of his Christmas decorations, asked could I take them home and try to clean them.  They meant more to him than the TV that was lost.  I wished that I could do more.  I walked down to the beach with his girlfriend.  I saw where the boardwalk used to be.  In one area, it looked like Sandy had just picked up the boardwalk whole and dumped it a few feet away.  The destruction was just incredible.  I don't think it overwhelmed me until we went to leave.  We went out a different way.  This time, we went by where the water was still in the street, some from the storm, some from being pumped out of basements.  We saw a store where people were standing outside eating.  From their behavior, I think it may have been their first hot meal in days.  We saw a burned out row of stores and apartments.  We saw home after home with their belongings, now trash, piled out front.  A commented that I was very quiet.  I told him that I was still taking it all in.  This damage that I saw,  I think is not the worst damage from Sandy. 
Sandy's aftermath also showed the good.  I've said in here at times how the FDNY is a family.  And it has never been so evident as in the aftermath of this storm.  The guys in R-1 are rallying around S, getting him what he needs to continue.  This is happening throughout the city - firefighters helping brother firefighters.  And not just their brothers from the FDNY, but their brothers' neighbors.  The gas we have supplied to S, he shares with his neighbors.  I have heard that the DC FD and the Boston FD band members are coming to help out.  One of the guys in R-1 offered some construction equipment to help S out, he didn't need it, but the message went back saying that they could use it in Breezy Point. 
Power is coming back on in more and more places.  Downed trees are cut up and hauled off.  Roads are opening, schools are opening.  People are going back to work.  In the aftermath of Sandy, there is despair, but there is also love and family and friendship. 

Sandy

We survived Sandy.  We lost some shingles off the roof - not sure what section yet - but no other damage that I am aware of at this point.  We are very, very lucky.  Boomer was antsy all day long.  He does not like wind.  At one point, he settled down, went to sleep at my feet - actually on my feet.  I didn't dare move for fear of waking him.  He finally really settled down when I decided to go up to the bedroom and let him in my bed.  Then he was out, snoring away.  A worked all day yesterday.  They activated an extra Rescue Company and he was in it - stationed in Brooklyn.  Sounded like it may not have been too busy during the day, but in the evening, they had to rescue 20 people from a flooded neighborhood, then they just started running from fire to fire.  It's a mess in the City today.

Got to love my doggy

Some doggy cuteness for you...
First, last night, A was laying on the couch.  I was kneeling on the floor next to him, kissing him.  I had my arm behind his head.  I feel this nudging under my arm and then all of the sudden there's this little black nose there.  Followed by a cute little doggy face giving out kisses.  Funny dog.  I just laughed.  He's always wiggling in.  If we are standing in the kitchen hugging or kissing, he wiggles between our legs.  You can understand why sometimes he gets locked out of the bedroom!

Then, this morning, while I'm cooking my breakfast, Boomer was outside doing his business.  I left the door open so he could come in when he wanted. Well - he comes racing in, dashes around and up the stairs.  Then I hear a noise, so I go investigate.  The blinds have been knocked around on the window at the top of the stairs.  And then I hear - fluttering.  He chased a freakin' bird into the house and up the stairs.  I shut him in the bedroom and tried opening the window to get the bird to fly away.  The bird was so small, it kept sliding down between the two windows.  Finally I got a dishtowel, managed to wrap the bird up in it and took it outside where it flew away.  Whew!  I go up and open the bedroom door and let me tell you - I so wish I had taken a picture of the look on that dog's face and the wagging tail.  He was so happy.  That tail was just wagging away.  He was so damned pleased, honestly, it made my heart happy.  But I would prefer no further birds in the house.

Happiness is...

....sleeping in my own bed with my own pillow.  Back from Italy on Monday - the town we were in was lovely - see some pictures below - but it's always nice to come home to your own bed.

Are you a planner?

I tend to be a planner when we are going on a trip somewhere.  I'm not good with being spontaneous.  I much prefer to know how I'm getting where I'm going, where will I be staying, where will I be eating, etc.  I have done a couple of road trips with A where we did not make hotel reservations, just drove until we got tired and found a place.  Mostly this worked out fine, but one trip we kept finding hotel after hotel was full, so we finally called ahead a few towns and made a reservation.  I really don't like to leave things to the last minute.  And my definition of the last minute is probably different than most people.  I like to have plans that can be wrapped up in advance done so about a week ahead.  I also plan out and list what I will wear on trips day by day.  This avoids both overpacking and underpacking.  Although I do still tend to overpack, but not to extremes.  I think that the thing for me is that by limiting the number of unknowns, I can relax and enjoy much more easily.  And by getting things done well in advance, I am less stressed in the days leading up to a trip.  We are heading out next week for the famous wedding in Italy.  The flights and hotel have been in place for months.  Airport transfers have been taken care of.  I have already gotten our passports out.  They are with the electrical adaptor set so that I will forget neither item.  Tonight, I will be checking all of our chargers that must make the trip to see if I need to bring the little transformer thing as well.  A is in charge of dealing with cell phone use overseas.  The banks know we are going, it's all coming together.  Next on the list is making an appointment to get my nails done.  Important stuff you know!

Friday Photos

It's been a while.  I haven't taken a whole lot of pictures, but I have some new ones of a couple of finished knitting projects, so here goes.  The first two are a pattern called Damsak, knit in Wollemeise.  The last two are a patten called Annis, knit in Sanguine Gryphon Skinny Bugga!  The last one is an old picture of Boomer.  I think it's from last year, because the mum plant next to him is much bigger now.

 

 



Happiness is....

...8 years of marriage.  Yesterday was A's and my 8th anniversary.  YAY us!

Cheating on my diet

I didn't think I was cheating that much, but I must be.  I am at the same weight again.  At least my scale says so.  My body doesn't.  I definitely felt thinner the last few days.  So, what to do?  Well, I'm going to relax a little this week on the diet.  I'm not going off the reservation.  My plan is to continue to eat healthy foods, but not worry as much and hopefully avoid the cheating that sets me back.

To frog or not to frog

I think I'm going to frog.  For the non-knitters - that means to basically undo my project.  Sometimes it means just going back a few stitches or a few rows.  In this instance, I think I'm frogging the whole project.  I like the yarn.  I like the pattern.  I like them together.  What I don't like is the gauge at which I'm knitting it.  I started this project a couple of years ago when I first took up knitting again - and took it up seriously.  I still had a lot to learn - not that I don't still have a lot to learn - but I know a lot more know than I did some 3 years ago when I started this project.  (Note - I just went and looked at my project page on ravelry and I started it almost 3 years ago to the day.)  So, it's been sitting there, I decided to take it back up again.  It's a wrap I started for my mother-in-law.  I put it aside when I realized that I could not finish all the projects I had planned for Christmas, so some things had to be back-burnered.  It was a long burner!  Anyway - here's what I have learned - if you substitute a different weight yarn in a pattern, you may want to increase the needle size accordingly.  This pattern called for fingering weight yarn.  I decided to use DK weight.  Thing is, I used the needle size recommended in the pattern, bur remember the pattern is for fingering weight yarn.  I should have increased the size of my needle.  The gauge at which this is knitting up will not get me the nice airy effect of the lace pattern that I would like.  So, I'm going to frog this.  The next real question is do I re-knit with a larger size needle or do I put the yarn towards another project.  Last Christmas, my MIL showed me a shrug she had and asked me if I could knit her another one like it.  The one she has is a very simple rectangle, just seamed to create armholes.  So, I think my best bet is to go forward and knit her the shrug she requested.  If I can reuse this DK yarn for that - cool, it's a color I know she likes.  Otherwise, I will set this yarn aside and decide what to do with it that later and just get some other lovely yarn for the shrug.

still on those last 5 pounds

UGH I was doing well last week, then big party on Saturday - there went that.  I'm feeling a bit defeated - but I'm not giving up.

9/11

Most of us will go on about our daily lives today, taking a moment to remember.  To remember the innocents who were murdered.  To remember those who fought to save them, and in doing so died along side them.  Remember also those who came after.  Those who searched for survivors.  Those who worked to bring their brothers home.  Those who toiled upon the pile to bring closure to the families of the victims.  We don't know the effects of that work, those months on the pile, what that did to them psychologically, what it did to them physically.   Take a moment today to remember them all. 

Tribute

Some things can not be adequately expressed, yet cry desperately to be told
told to those you know and love
to those you meet in passing
told to the children of today
and to those who are yet unborn
You need to tell them what you saw that day
And make them see....
the ones who fought with hand and axe
and took the stairs by twos,
who looked into the face of death
and stayed its hand,
if only for a moment,
with a calm ferocity of spirit
the ones in uniform and those without
who vanished in the coming of a madman's dream
the fatherless...the motherless...the childless who remain to mourn them
Tell them of the great heart of a great people
And let them ask, and let them hear your answers.
To our friends and colleagues at the New York City Fire Department
To the men and women of the Police Department and emergency medical services
To all who have sacrificed and those who will.
We will tell your stories.
We will remember.

Getting back on track

With my calf injury, I got a little sidetracked.  Considering the weekend on the Cape and some other events, the damage wasn't too bad.  But, I seriously need some refocusing.  I feel like I'm there.  I went to walk this morning - but the rains came 5 minutes in.  So, off to the gym tonight.  I started back to waking on Saturday, taking it slower.  I had been seriously focused on maintaining a brisk pace before my injury, but I've backed off that.  I do not want to get re-injured.  Now I just need to figure out how to motivate A to get out there and do some cardio of his own.

Skunked again!

Damn dog! And with A working tonight too.  Once again he got it in the face and clearly took some in his mouth. He was foaming.  Scary stuff.  Not fun cleaning him up, but I think I got it off.  It helps that he's mostly white, so you can see where he was sprayed.

My dog has a hard head.

Ask me how I know!  Sunday night, I was playing with Boomer - he was running around my mom's house, having a grand time just dashing around.  As I knelt there, waiting for him to return - well - he returned.  He hit me head on - skull to skull.  I never saw it coming.  He came from behind and just clocked me.  It took me a little bit to get up.  No one even knew it had happened - they were all either out on the porch or in the kitchen.  When I finally felt like I could get up, I went and got myself an ice pack, then proceeded to the security of A's arms, crying because it hurt.  It really freaking hurt.  Dang dog has a seriously hard head.  My sister was worried about a concussion, but I never lost conciousness.  I think Boomer felt bad - poor dog was just playing.  But DAMN his head is hard. 

Happiness is...

....making plans.  Tomorrow is A's firehouse picnic.  The crowd may be small this year, but most of my favorite people will be there.  YAY!  Saturday, we are headed up to the Cape and will spend my birthday with my family.  YAY!  YAY!  Good things.  Happy things.  And, my knitting projects are coming along nicely.  I learned to make nupps.  I don't see a lot of them in my future, but I've done it. 

stuck

No change in the weight.  Again.  I think this is 3 or 4 weeks now.  If I were at my goal, I would be thrilled, but I really want to lose 5 more.  It's not that I look bad now, but I could look better and a few more clothes would fit.  And my goal weight is higher than I used to consider my ideal weight, so I don't want to keep increasing that number.  To further complicate things, I've got a little injury.  I think I've got shin splints in my right leg.  (Is it still the plural splints if it's only one muscle?)  The muscle is very sore, so I"m going to take a day or so off from my walking regimen.  And I'm going to try to stick to the plan more closely - but I've got some challenges this week.  What I don't want to see is the scale finally move - in the wrong direction.

What was God thinking?

Do you ever wonder that?  I do.  Like when I look at crab grass.  What was He thinking?  What useful purpose does crab grass serve?  I wonder what he was thinking with spiders and snakes and bees - but I do get that they serve a useful purpose.  But crab grass?  Not convinced.  It's annoying as all get out.  We finally get our front lawn looking good and WHAM crab grass.  It's a bit of a battle.  See, the neighbors to our left, the neighbors to our right, the neighbor across the street - none of them really give a hoot about the crab grass.  Well, the ones to the right might care, but they do nothing about it.  The one across the street is into the natural look.  At first, she didn't even own a power mower.  She used a environmentally friendly mower - aka a push mower.  The thing with those is that the blades can't move fast enough to cut all kinds of grass & weeds.  She finally got an electric mower, but fertilizer and weed control?  Not happening there.  And then there's the problem neighbors to our left.  I think they have embraced crab grass as a design feature.  It lines their driveway and sidewalk.  And it creeps over into our yard.  So, we fight on in the battle against the crab grass, a piece of God's creation that I just don't get.