Hi – just hacking around (oops, not a good word on the internet is it?). That’s what we used to say in the olden days when I was in high school (somewhere between the Stone Age and the Renaissance). The picture at left is the northwest corner of my desk at home – I say “my” desk, but it’s something John brought from home to his first “bachelor pad” after he left home to live on his own. It actually belonged to a priest named Avery Range – a friend of John’s parents. Father Range actually spent weekends with John’s family and added a room onto their house for just that purpose. I imagine that’s what happens to those who take a vow of celibacy as they start to grow older and family members die off. I’m glad John’s family was there for him. Sadly, Father Range died of a heart attack a short time before John’s father did the same thing, except that John’s dad left behind a fairly young wife and nine (yes nine) children. So believe it or not, although this desk has been through the wars, it’s a fine old thing, and I try to treat it with respect. although I never knew Father Range, or John’s father for that matter, I did know his mother and she certainly deserved my respect if not my agreement in everything;). My use of this desk also speaks of the generosity of spirit that is my husband.
One more day of court this week – why not round it out to all five, LOL! Of course nothing’s easy, but then that’s why they pay me the big bucks (!)
Well, I’m a bit tired – not much sleep last night. again. I do want to make it to kwar prax, so I’m going to sit on the couch, chill and do me some knitting.

I’m working I’m working

I am in a frantic rush right now, but my last two posts were somewhat of a throwaway – hell it’s just too easy to rebuke the “Rev.” Fred and what neurotic middle-aged woman doesn’t like Stuart Smalley? So, I felt I owed it to you, gentle readers to show you what came in the mail yesterday

three skeins – no not skeins what do they call them when you have to wind them? – of KnitPicks Shadow – one in Sunset and two in Lost Lake Heather. I’ve taken pics in different lighting. I think they’ll make lovely scarves – I’m not much for shawls – but this is so soft and pretty. Cannot wait to knit with it!

OK, back to work!+

Yeah, we’ll get on that right away.

Westboro Baptist Church
(WBC Chronicles – Since 1955)
3701 SW 12th St. Topeka, Kansas 66604 785-273-0325
Religious Opinion and Bible Commentary on Current Events
Open Letter to the Family of
Heath Ledger
Dear friends:
For misguided reasons you are hiding the body of Heath
Ledger, and refusing to divulge the time, date, and place of his
burial in Perth, Australia, so that we at Westboro Baptist
Church cannot attend – in respectful proximity – and conduct a
religious service.
Please reconsider. For the following reasons:
1) Heath would want us to appear – in religious protest and
warning to the living – that they should repent, “lest they also
come into this place of torment.” Lk. 16:28. Like the rich man
in Hell in Luke 16, Heath is pleading even now for somebody on
earth to preach the truth to his family, lest they join him in Hell.
2) H Heath himself could come back to life for a brief period to
speak to his loved ones on earth, he would lift up his voice in a
hideous scream, to wit: “Listen to Phelps! For God’s sake,
Listen to Phelps.”
3) You owe it to the youth of the world, whom Heath misled via
“Brokeback Mountain” into believing it was OK to be gay. I
say, you owe it to the youth ofthe world to use Heath’s funeral
to correct that lie. It’s NOT OK to be gay. It is a great sin
against God. It will destroy the life and damn the soul. All
those whom Heath misled will arrive ultimately in Hell, and
they will curse Heath to his face throughout all eternity.
Please tell us the time, date, and place of Heath’s funeral in
Australia. Thank you.”
“news release” from
Punitive damage award reduced in funeral protest case
Daily Record Legal Affairs Writer
February 4, 2008 6:42 PMA federal judge in Baltimore on Monday reduced the punitive damage amount awarded to the father of a U.S. Marine whose 2006 funeral was picketed by Kansas-based Westboro Baptist Church. Westboro and three of its principal members were ordered to pay $10.9 million to Albert Snyder after a jury in October found Westboro, Pastor Fred W. Phelps Sr., and two of Phelps’ daughters liable to Snyder for holding signs that said “Semper Fi Fags” and “You’re Going to Hell” at Lance Cpl. Matthew A. Snyder’s funeral. U.S. District Judge Richard Bennett upheld the October verdict and the $2.9 million compensatory damage award, but reduced the punitive damage award from $8 million to $2.1 million. “I say this is a win for us 99.9 percent,” said Snyder’s attorney, Sean E. Summers of Barley, Snyder LLC. While the defendants asked the judge to reverse all of his prior decisions, Bennett only reduced the punitive damage award, said Summers. “I think he was basically saying the U.S. Constitution requires him to do it,” he said. Matthew Snyder, 20, was killed when the vehicle whose gun he was manning flipped over near Iraq’s border with Syria in March 2006, Albert Snyder testified at trial. The following week, the defendants and four of Shirley L. Phelps-Roper’s children traveled from their Topeka compound to Westminster, where the funeral was held at St. John’s Catholic Church. At trial, Phelps-Roper and Rebekah A. Phelps-Davis, both attorneys representing themselves, argued their actions were inspired by God and that it was their First Amendment right to speak on a public street. Albert Snyder contended the defendants’ actions interfered with his grieving process and exacerbated his depression and diabetes. He sued in June 2006. Westboro’s appeal of the verdict is still pending. “Nothing will be fully just until the entire verdict and judgment are reversed,” said defense attorney Jonathan L. Katz of Marks & Katz LLC. “[B]ut until then, every dollar that the verdict is reduced is more justice that we had before.”
If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away all my possessions, and if I hand over my body so that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part; but when the complete comes, the partial will come to an end. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways. For now we see in mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know onlyin part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.

1 Cor. 13 (Good News release)


Only mental pics today

I don’t have any fancy knitting pictures today, but I’m posting anyway. In the background is Bush II doing the SotN address. And yes, I am listening even though I have just eaten (OK, sorry, I’ll try to be a grownup).
I’ve just finished some legal research online (thank God for Westlaw, LOL) and a bunch of e-mails and dinner and the usual fambly things in the evening. I am tired in a good way. Of course, there’s a lot yet to be done, but I’ve hit the point of diminished returns, so as soon as I’m done, I’ll quit for the night, get a little knitting done and then call it a day.
Was up early to get to the office to get ready for today’s hearings, then off to court, then home. Not a thrill a minute, but good enough:) Tomorrow I have a TPR trial and then back to the office to get the brief printed and ready for the courier delivery to Annapolis Thursday (hey it’s a step up from my frantic drive south on I-97 hoping to make the deadline at the last minute!) Wednesday is the hearing I’m stressing about and Thursday and Friday are the “regular” court dates. And if the weather holds up and it works, I may actually get a walk in somewhere in there – either alone or with my favorite walking buddy.
Yesterday’s evensong was lovely. I think the dear residents of Charles Town enjoyed it and I hope the experience was uplifting for them. I screwed up a section of one of the pieces I played and of course at the very beginning was with the choir when I was supposed to be with the bells (DOH!!!!) Don’t you hate when that happens? I suppose one could file that under the category of “How to Let a Friend Down.” OK, I know, it’s not that big a trauma and drama and doubtful if anyone really noticed. But it’s funny how all the old childhood tapes come back. I had a stepmother who could really let you have it. Unfortunately a lot of what she let me have surrounded the abilities and things I held dear – you guessed it – music and faith. I still hear “stop diddling around with that and get some work done” or “gawd you are such a nerd, your friends should call you grandma,” although in fairness to her, she did have some nice moments and tried to deal with the pain of her own existence, and no, I don’t hate her because that just diminishes me. But when you’re a kid and you hear things like the things I heard, you can’t help but internalize it, awfulize it, think it’s who I am and will always be. And when something in adulthood happens to trigger that, something in you becomes that kid again. Oh sure, an adult version, you get a blank look, you move quickly, you try not to show the emotions that are roiling beneath the surface, and of course you – at least I – fail. And then I lose focus and screw up all the more. Ack!

Know what? That’s OK. Yes, Stuart Smalley was right – it really is OK, so long as you don’t give up the things that challenge you and as long as after you’ve listened to the “tapes” in your head from childhood, you let your internal “brat” talk back to them, challenge them and dare them to f&*k with your mind again!

And most importantly as long as you don’t stop taking the risk that life and love – of all kinds -require. I almost lost sight of that and started to sink into the slough of toxic shame -the feeling not that one has done wrong, but that one IS wrong. And that’s the ultimate in crap.

Al Franken is the creator of the Stuart Smalley character – and he’s running for Senate in his home state of Minnesota – hell they elected Jesse Ventura, Al’s big toe could do as well (sorry Jesse, just kidding, don’t hit me). I hope Al wins because he sees things clearly and has a sense of humor. We could all use that.

So if you’ll forgive me co-opting your work, Al, I’m going to close with Stuart’s famous words:

“I’m good enough, I’m smart enough and gosh darnit, people like me.”

Now, where was that wine bottle?


Wow – three posts in a row! I don’t know how to act:)

It is a beautiful day in the neighborhood, and I’m putzing around, having gotten all the picking up and wash done that I can in 1.5 hours. In another ten minutes I’ve got to get my tuchas into the shower and get ready for a long day of singing and ringing:) Don’t you just hate when that happens – NOT. But I’ve got to wait for a load of towels to be done before I do that, so … here I am. What can I say -I’m a critter of habit and I’m starting to like to visit my blog myself, LOL. I think it’s because it’s got a bunch of links to other blogs I like to visit:)
Well it’s official. Kristin and Sonny are engaged:). I am happy for them and wish them the best. Sure I have concerns. Kristin is an avowed atheist and Sonny grew up in and remains active in a very fundamentalist Xian church. That has been their toughest issue. However, Kristin has a Mom and Dad who are Xian and she doesn’t seem to mind being in our family. She has kissed a number of frogs and who better than she to know – with years of therapy and a thoughtful mind of her own? Sonny is a good person. I believe that he will be there for Kristin for the long haul – a lot more than I can say about some of the “frogs” in her past. One thing I know from my own experience: you just don’t know the mettle of an individual until they’ve been married/partnered and have stuck with it for the duration. Time will tell. Of course her sibs will never think anyone is good enough and that’s their job. I pity any poor fool who ventures into this thicket of sibs! Ah well, another adjustment. I have confidence they’ll do just fine!
As to being “unequally yoked,” that’s OK, Sonny will get to Kristin’s level…. eventually.
And as to the yarn porn at the top of this entry? It’s Lorna’s Laces Sock yarn and it’s gorgeous and I haven’t gotten around to finishing the socks, but the anticipation is lovely. Like the anticipation of a quiet wedding in the spring…..
Have a beautiful day!

Tagging again:)

Panhandle Jane recently and very kindly listed me on her list of 10 sites she visits fairly regularly and the dealie is – now I’m supposed to do the same – thanks Jane:) Only 10? Just kidding! Jane is a really sweet lady who must be a saint because she teaches school – and in the same community she grew up in! Isn’t that amazing? That must be a wonderful thing – I wouldn’t mind working and living in Oyster Bay – that was some town – unfortunately life took me in another direction, so I guess I’m where I’m supposed to be and she is where she is supposed to be. And that’s actually quite a comforting thought!

Now let’s see who gets my “Make my Day award” Besides Jane’s blog here are some that I love to see (a lot of them are the same she likes:)) And now these folks have to do the same (Oh, don’t hit me!)

There’s Kristina’s “Bespoke by Brouhaha” – a blog by a fellow law serf from Canada who also knits like a madwoman – oh wait she IS a madwoman – never mind. Don’t take my word for it – read her blog. But be careful; your mind will never be quite the same once you’ve done it – remember “acid?” I don’t either – never touch that stuff (I was crazy enough already, thank you very much) but for the VERY few of you who do, be forewarned:)

Ah and Colin the Knitman himself! He knits the most beautiful things. He raises the cutest Lhasa Apsos (forgive me if I’ve spelled that incorrectly) and he struggles with the aftereffects of severe (and I mean severe) childhood abuse. He is one of my heroes for a very simple reason: He has decided on some very real level not to be the same his family was to him. He chose to live and to love and to carry on. And his blog makes me think – about how to do my job so no other child goes through what he has.

I also fairly regularly visit the blog of a fellow bell-ringer – Indigo. Like Colin, he’s a survivor of some pretty horrific childhood abuse and neglect. So much so that he suffered for years from the effects of what they now call DID – or dissociative identity disorder- or multiple personalities. He is now integrated and living well in my neck of the woods. He has a lot of interesting things to say and does not mince words saying it. He also writes science fiction and has a really sick sense of humor -so what’s not to like?

Another site that provides me with food for thought and a ring of others who like to look at our relationships with others and God is the RevGalsBlogPals blog and the webring (I’m a member because I am a good friend of someone getting ready – I hope soon – for ordination). Just click on the ring somewhere on this blog and you’re bound to find some interesting reading. Not necessarily someone you’ll agree with, but interesting nonetheless:)

When I’m jonesin for some yarn porn, I also visit:

Bowerbird knits or The Rainey Sisters – both sites have lovely photography and original patterns for some really nice things.

Of the more “commercial” blogs, I visit

knitty’s blog, Vickie Howell’s blog (of Knitty Gritty fame), and Norah Gaughan’s blog for Berroco.

There are a number of others whose sites I love to visit and they’re listed in the column to the right. Junieanna and Ann and Helen all have beautiful knitting. I don’t know how they do as much as they do – and this is complex stuff folks, not just a garter stitch scarf!

Of course, there’s also the Yarn Harlot🙂

OK, this is a lot more than 10, but I’ve got to add these two:

Buns of Strudel hasn’t posted since November when her father took a turn for the worse. She’s in my prayers and selfishly, I hope she comes back, because although she’s been through a lot in her own life, her blog is interesting and funny at the same time.

Franklin – where and how to begin? A brilliant photographer and very self-disciplined (it appears) individual, he knits some beautiful things. His blog is worth the trip if only for the photos, let alone the hysterically funny commentary!


Ambling along…

How does one do that when inside you’re stressing that you’ll never get everything done you want to? I want to finish that sweater, but I’ve got to get my calendar onto the computer (another backup to my triplicate system – God forbid I should lose one of them!). Then it’s a meeting with a foster parent – and client visit – to prepare for a hearing next week for which I have no idea whether I’m standing on any kind of firm ground. But it’s one of those things you just gotta do. This is one of those weeks where I feel like David fighting Goliath, the old roller coaster ride part – scary before you get going, insane when you do and after you’re done, you want to do it again.

I have gotten some knitting done – a few more rows on Nancy’s sweater – I’ve hit the “Great Armhole Divide” and am now just working on the top part of the back, so it’s a bit faster going – when I can find the time to knit!
Diane’s scarf I had to frog – it was getting really ugly. The lace patterns I was using were just getting lost in the complexity of the yarns themselves. And it was just too too wide. So.. I finally frogged it and am now using another yarn – a self-striping one in the same color scheme – and using a simple moss stitch pattern with edge stitches to stabilize it (moss stitch has a tendency to go diagonal on you). You can see the subtle striping, because the other yarns remain the same. I think it looks a lot better – hope Diane agrees, since it’s a little narrower than she originally wanted. It still drapes fairly well; I’m using large bamboo needles. It just looks more like a real gift that an adult would make, LOL.
We had choir practice at the Charles Town Chapel. CharlesTown is a retirement community built on the grounds of an old seminary. It’s actually quite a nice place. John’s Aunt Mary lives there. She’s still sharp as a tack and in very good shape physically. Her son, John’s cousin Greg, continuously teases her about being on their bridge travel team. Last time we did an Evensong Service there, she came – it was really nice to see her and Mary Sue (John’s other cousin – John’s one of nine and his Aunt Mary and Uncle Toner had a eight kids – 7 boys and 1 girl – poor Mary Sue!). It’s a beautiful chapel. I hope we do it justice:) Nancy is conducting this time, Jan S. (one of our sopranos) is their organist, so she will be running back and forth between the organ and the choir – and Barry, Mike and I will be doing the same between the choir and the bells. It’s a lot of fun – if a bit worrisome at times. I will have to make sure to bring the bi-focals – finally found the other lens – so I can see her AND the music! Ah the joys of being an old fart!
So, Sunday I will be spending the entire day ringing and/or singing. Unfortunately, the Holiday party for the Center Club will be at the very same time. I am really sorry to be missing that – they’re all a very nice bunch of people and I always have fun at the party. At least it saved John some money. Again, welcome to my world where I often have to be two places at once!
Thursday after choir prax, I was supposed to babysit Madison and Ruby so Dori and Donald could go out to dinner. But they were back by the time I got there. So… I spent part of the night doing a little knitting, but most of it working on that brief again. It’s really looking good. I have a few more minor things to do and it’s going to be ready for filing! Yippee:) Part of me really wants to argue the thing, because I think we’ve got half a chance. The other part is scared out of my wits. I e-mailed Nancy (who performs on a weekly basis!) that I don’t know how she does it – I don’t mind doing the weekly court thing, but this is the equivalent of a concert, let alone the fact that it impacts our clients’ lives! Oh, let us not go there!
Well, I’m off – gotta finish my calendar and get going to Harford County! And Kristin just called, saying she’s on her way over to talk with us. Oh. my. holy.God…….
Have a lovely weekend, dear 1.5 readers:)