The Week May 1-7, 2017

Last week’s goals with progress indicated:

  • Work my way up Aspen‘s back.
    Working working. I’m nearly to the armhole shaping.
  • Work on Aranami (knit at least 1 new wedge) OR spin more.
    I knit 2 more wedges. This has become my portable, easy-to-work-on project.
  • Go to TKD twice; gotta break in that orange belt a little more.
    I only went once again. Not that I’m making excuses, but my buddy is out of commission for a few weeks, which gives me less motivation to go.
  • Finish out NaPoWriMo, which technically ends on the 30th but I may carry on into May to make up starting on the 3rd.
    Still on the NaPoWriMo train. As far as I know, I’m going to keep going so I have 30 poems out of it instead of 28.

I also began an embroidery project. I’ve been looking longingly at embroidery for a while now and decided to get a kit.

Today's crafting adventure: embroidery. Thanks for a great kit @sublimestitching! #embroidery #embroiderykit #sublimestitching #foxy

A few years ago I fooled around with embroidery (technically crewelwork, I guess) and beading using handmade felt and handspun yarn, which you can see here along with some other one-off projects. It was fun and I’d like to get better at it.

This week:

  • Continue up Aspen‘s back.
  • Work on Aranami (knit at least 1 new wedge) OR spin more.
  • Embroider more.
  • Write 2 more poems.
  • Go to TKD at least once.
  • Eat cake on Wednesday (my birthday).
  • Bring my oldest home from college Friday.
  • Maybe go to the Immigrants March with the family on Saturday. (My husband and his family were Vietnamese refugees who came here in the early 80s and I think it’s important for us to be there, though he is less enthusiastic.)
  • Go to Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival on Sunday with my friend Becky & her daughter. Are you local(ish) and going? Want to meet up? I’m thinking an early lunch would be an ideal time – I’m already planning on meeting an IG friend, but the more the merrier!

NaPoWriMo 28: Northern Summer

Northern Summer

I want to go swimming in the brook
like we used to, getting lost in time
until we couldn’t feel our fingers and toes,
only getting out when our lips turned blue.
Wrapped shivering in towels
we’d try to get warm on a rock in the sun,
talking and giggling and imagining.
The no-see-ums or the mosquitoes or the horseflies
finally chasing us home to find
only an hour or two gone
out of the longest short season: summer.

NaPoWriMo 27: Eevee-cat and the Bugs

Eevee-cat and the Bugs

The porch light draws the bugs to our back door
She knows they will find the holes in the screen
and lies in wait, splayed out on the cool floor.
She plays, then chokes them down: extra protein.



NaPoWriMo 26: A Slippery Slope

A Slippery Slope

Peculiar. Eccentric. Strange. Quirky. Odd.
Sad. Bizarre. Outrageous. Anal. Oddball.
Aberrant. Outlandish. Whimsical. Freak.
Awkward. Screw loose. Ditzy. Wacko. Gonzo.
Weird. Cuckcoo for CoCo Puffs. Meshuga.
Touched. Loopy. Crazed. Lost your marbles. Loony.
Nutso. Bonkers. Nutty. Out of your mind.
Basket case. Cracked up. Stark raving mad. Cray.
Nuts. Bananas. Off your rocker. Batty.
Certifiable. Unhinged. Cracked. Dotty.
Mad as a hatter. Batshit. Looney Tunes.
Screwy. Loco. Sick in the head. Crackers.
Crazy. Nuts. Mad. Mental. Schizo. Psycho.
Lunatic. Disturbed. Deranged. Demented.
OCD. Manic. Moody. Depressed
Of unsound mind. Insane. Mentally ill.


NaPoWriMo 25: The Trees Have Their Own Songs

The Trees Have Their Own Songs

Now that you’ve learned the songs of 100 birds,
your task is to learn the sounds of 20 trees.
It is especially easy when it rains:
“a splatter of metallic sparks”
or “a low, clean, woody thump”
or “a speed-typist’s clatter.”

This acoustic world is open to everyone,
but most of us never enter it.
Through sound, we come to know the place.

Life is about relationships;
not just networked, it is network.
The self degenerates into the network.

Roots draw nutrients from symbiotic fungi
and communicate with bacteria.
Leaves sniff the air to detect the health of neighbors
while releasing chemicals that summon
caterpillar-destroying parasites.
Photosynthetic cells harness the power of sunlight.
Seeds are dispersed by far-flying birds.

All words and phrases are from Trees Have Their Own Songs, Ed Yong, The Atlantic Monthly, April 4, 2017 



NaPoWriMo 24: What’s On The Menu (Haiku)

What’s On The Menu

Coffee for dinner
A melatonin nightcap
I could be thinner


NaPoWriMo 23: The Objects She Left Behind

The Objects She Left Behind
for Emma Morano

Fame came late in life,
to the tiny two-room church-owned apartment.
Her simplicity was sculptural;
photos of her parents and siblings, some religious images,
anti-aging cream she applied every evening.
“The doctor told me to change air, and I’m still here!”
She would sneak out at night to go dancing.
A jar of grapes with grappa and sage.
“I didn’t want to be dominated by anyone.”
She kept rosaries by her bed
near a photo of her only child, buried with her.
She loved clocks that chimed like Big Ben.
She was very house-proud,
she would put newspapers on the floor
so their feet wouldn’t dirty it.
Verbania thanks you. We are proud.