*Almost* Grandparents

This is Tootsie. . .

Tootsie is our granddog. . .and she came to visit this week, with her dad (Army Boy). . .

. . .and her mom (Wifey-Poo). . .

. . .and her sister (Sophie). Actually, they are sisters from another misters, as both were adopted into the family, Sophie a couple years ago and Tootsie just a few weeks ago! Aren't they cute, while they listen to Daddy?

"Now, girls, we are at Gramma and Grampa's house, and everyone is going to behave. Can you be good girls?"

"We can! We can! Can we go for a walk?"

You know that Gramma and Grampa love to go for walks! This was more of a run for the girls, with their short little legs! And what's that? What is Grampa carrying?

"I told you I'd get you a stick for the front yard, and here's a good stick! Isn't this a good stick? You can chase it and chew it up! Aaarrrrgh!"

"You want a story? This is Gramma's Blog. . .you will probably be in it. . .(sigh!)"

And here they are! All tuckered out from a busy day of travel, and visiting, and walking. . .

. . .and running, and pooping in new places, and chasing and chewing sticks!

It's a dogs life, I tell ya!

But today, the girls are visiting with more grand-puppy-parents, and friends in new yards with the mom and the dad. Today, the big bed in the little room looks like this.

Grampa and I have filled our time with shopping, and lunching, and talking and making food for tomorrow's picnic. There was even some knitting! The Harumi Cardigan gets longer every time I take a photo. . .

. . .and the Dawning of the Age shawl is finished. Of course, the only empty bed for the next few days is inflatable, so the shawl will not be blocked for awhile! That, however, did not keep me from taking pictures!

Oooohhhhhhhh! Beadssssssss!

Now that the day is nearly done, I am off to do a little late-night knitting on the cardigan. I'd like to wear it in the office this summer. . .I think I might could make that happen. . .

Happy 4th of July to my blog family! Oh, and Knit in Good Health!

Yes, Deer. . .

That's what you say when you are happily married. . .and even sometimes when you disagree with your spouse. The young newlyweds who used these flowers for decorations at their recent rehearsal dinner will soon learn this truth about marriage, along with many others, I am sure!

However, on a recent walk at our local metro parks, when I said to Sweetie (in a loud, but whisper-y voice), "Yes! DEER!. . .," I meant just that! This walk had been in the evening, and there were several wildlife sightings, including 4 or 5 female deer that really didn't seem to care that we were there. One leaped out and crossed the path in front of a bicycle, helping me to better understand how they get into so many traffic accidents. This one did take notice of us, and she even stopped eating to "pose" for the camera!

I don't know if the picture adequately shows just how close we were to this doe, but after a few shots, she said, "Now one with the guy in the red shirt! Show your friends how close you were to me. . .they will be impressed!" Sweetie and I obliged. . . (note: Sweetie is standing about where I was standing when I took the first shot!)

To celebrate (how did she even know?), Flat Flora had made some cupcakes while we were gone! (Actually, College Girl made the cupcakes, but Flora was Fast to take the credit!)

In Knitting Knews, fueled by pink, Funfetti cupcakes with sprinkles on top, I got started on my July Socks! They are Basic Cabled Socks in Knit Picks Stroll, African Violet color. Despite the fact that I recently moaned and groaned to my knitting group about how much I hate to knit cables into socks. . .this is what Flora and I picked out of the sock-a-month kits for July. In defense of the pattern, there are only 2 cables every 8th row 9 times in these socks (ribs continue down the instep, but cables stop at the heel). That means there are only 36 cables total in the pair, and I am ok with that. I am even more ok with it because these (like my last pair) are Purple Socks (Hi, Donny!)!!!

Yeah, I know that Donny Osmond does not read my blog. . .but I guess the portion of me that is still the adolescent Pretty, kinda hopes he might someday. . .sigh! In the meantime, I will just continue to knit on my socks, and sweater and shawl.

Knit in Good Health!

And the Magic Word starts with "F". . .

F is for Flora! Flora is a Friend who came to visit on Friday! Kind of like Flat Stanley from grade school, she is a member of the Oddballs group on Ravelry, so she has been aptly dubbed a "Floddball!"Hello, Blog-friends! And please forgive me for this nearly-late Saturday post! It has been a busy couple of days in my Pretty Knitty world. . .starting (of course) with Flora's arrival on Friday afternoon!

First, she met the Family! College Girl and her Best Beau made a new Friend in Flora, for sure. . .Flora is just so Flippin' Friendly!

And while Flora was settling in, getting to know the Family a little better, she noticed some tiny Forks and spoons on the jewelry table. Although she was hoping for a Fabulous, Four-course Family-style dinner, unFortunately, these Forks and spoons were part of another Pretty Knitty adventure in jewelry. . .Oh, Flora! Can you Forgive me?

Also, happening around the Feet, a Finished object! The June snow Flake socks are Finished, Finally! Yay! I think they turned out pretty well, and they look just Fabulous!

To celebrate the Finished socks, Flora and I went to see a Flebotomist this morning! (Yes, I know, that's not how you spell phlebotomist. . .it's "F" day, please just play along.) The Hubster and I Flattened our Forearms to give blood at the local bank. Flora also wanted to donate, but she had Flipped out a little earlier this morning, and her medication was Forbidden. Still, she Forged on, Framing herself in the Front of the Facility for a Foto shoot! (Again, please don't Flog me for the spelling. . .)

Later today, there was a Fine occasion, where this Fluffy pillow carried golden rings to the Front of the church. . .it was a lovely wedding! Even without an "F" in it!
In other knews, as I Finally Finish trying to Find more words that start with "F," I have made some of these beaded-ring stitch markers! I see them everywhere, so I had to try it! Not bad, you might even say that they turned out Fine!

And since the June socks are Finished, Flora helped me to choose from the sock-kits for a July sock-project, and this is what she came up with! Thanks, Flora! You are a Fine Friend!

This blog post is brought to you by the number Five and the letter "F" (like I even had to say it!). Knit in good health, Friends!

To Market, to market, to buy a fat pig. . .

I love Mother Goose! She can say things that are not politically correct. She makes up rhymes about the shepherdess, and songs about the wool. And don't forget the goof-ball who runs through the town, upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown! See, there is NO WAY that could be considered politically correct! He might even be arrested for that in 2010!!! Depending, of course, on where he lived. . .

Mother Goose even wrote a rhyme about my most-recently Finished Object!

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, dancing a jig;
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog;
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done!

With all that marketing, surely I will need another Market Bag. . .and here it is!
Even though I have never seen, or even heard of (other than in this song/rhyme) a "plum bun," I am sure that I could fit several in this bag! I am not sure, however, that a fat pig would fit in there. I am pretty sure that I would need more yarn for that! But, you know what DOES fit?

YARN!!!!!
And, of course, this makes me happy!

Knit in Good Health!

Coveted Title

"Best Knitter in the World!"
. . .or even
"Best Knitter in My-Neck-of-the-Woods!"

These would both be titles I might covet.

"Best Yarn in the World!" is not a title the de-stash, pink-and-green, acrylic, tape-yarn (thank you, Michelle!) will be receiving. . .yep, you read that right. Acrylic. . .tape. . .yarn. . .in pink and green (I think it's called "Strawberries and Limes"). And it is not going to be a poncho, and it is not winning any prize. As a matter of fact, I am not sure exactly what it will become. . .but it called out to me at knitting, and now, it is mine!

Something else that is mine, is this bottle of wine. It may not be the "Best Bottle of Wine Ever," but the Hubster and I visited a local winery earlier today, and we thought it was pretty good, so we picked it up! Then, realizing that we are new to being "wine-people," we went out to get ourselves a corkscrew, and a bottle stopper. Oh, and wine glasses! lol I think this may be our first bottle of wine without a screw on cap! Or in a box. . .yeah, I know!

Still, this is not the Coveted Title I'm really all about today.

"Sandstone Center of the World" is also not that title, although I did read that the title was once argued in 1964. Here's a photo of the Town Hall in the Sandstone Center of the World.

And the article disputing the title. . .And I suppose, when the debate was over, it was only natural that the state of Ohio would eventually erect an Historical Landmark Marker to prove that it was true. . .which they did!

All of these are titles, and many of them may be coveted and contested. But the Coveted Title I address today is both much simpler than these, and also much more complex! Today, the day before Father's Day, let's talk about the "World's Best Dad!" also sometimes known as "Daddy."

Here's a picture of my dad. It's not a great picture, as a matter of fact, it's a picture of a picture. . .and the original picture was a newspaper photo, and it was of a very poor quality.

My dad had been a US Marine for just a couple of years in his early 20s, and then later he was an active member of the Marine Corps League. Former Marines (once a Marine, always a Marine, Semper Fi!) all over the country belong to this league, and they work together with current Marines and community organizations in service projects, like Toys for Tots at Christmas. This photo was a part of a local news story on all the good things that these guys (and gals, I am sure) were doing for the community. My dad was one of the good guys, and I am pretty proud of that.

Another thing about this photo, is that it was taken very close to the time he died in 1994, when he was 57 years old. Now, there never were many pictures of my dad around. . .mostly because he liked to hold the camera! That makes this rare photo of him an extra special thing. So, even though the quality is poor, and he has on dark glasses, and he is posed with a bunch of toys and none of his loved ones, my mom and my sister and I jumped through hoops to get a copy from the local paper, and then we took it to a local photo shop to have it copied, blown-up and framed.

When my dad died, I had just started getting to know him as an adult. I mean, as his daughter, I had learned over the years that he would not always do what I wanted him to do. As his daughter, I thought he did not always spend as much time with me as I wanted him to, and he did not always measure up to being the man I thought he should be. My dad liked "wine, women and song," along with his cigarettes and red meat, and he just wasn't the "World's Best Dad," at least according to the Hallmark description. It made me sad, because I thought I deserved better.

Fast forward to the year he died. As an adult, I went out of my way to call every week and talk to Dad. I lived 12 hours away by car, but this was the year I really got to know him - and his love for me. I learned that he suffered from headaches and often depression, and also that his physical heart was failing him. I saw the way he abused his body, and I wanted him to take better care of himself, but I could not make him change. I also saw that he was sometimes not so nice. . .my Daddy was sometimes not so nice. . .and that was difficult to grasp. But I also learned, as an adult, to start forgiving him his shortcomings. I started to love him for who he was. . .an imperfect guy with a big (but physically weak) heart, who was really good to the people he cared about. My Daddy was a respected business man and leader in his community, and he loved me and my sister and my mom, even through his imperfections. I think he would have been the "World's Best Dad" if he had known how. . .

I wish my dad had lived longer. . . He met my kids, and he loved them well when they were small, but they don't remember him much at all. He loved them better than he loved most anybody, and I got to experience the joy of his love extended to me, the mother of his grandchildren, in a new and glorious way. On Father's Day weekend, and on many other days, I miss him terribly.

Here's a picture of College Girl and Army Boy with their Daddy - many years ago! If your dad is still around, remember to call him tomorrow. I know that your relationship with your dad may be flawed, and I am not suggesting that it can be fixed in a day, but take a moment to recognize that he is just a man. Forgive what you can, and try to move past the rest. Then live your life in such a way to honor those who gave you life.

"'Honor your father and mother'—which is the first commandment with a promise— that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth." --Ephesians 6:2-3

Oh, and Knit in Good Health!