Hopefulness

1. Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy,whose trust,
ever child-like, no cares could destroy,
be there at our waking, and give us we pray,
your bliss in our hearts, Lord, at the break of the day.

2. Lord of all eagerness, Lord of all faith,
whose strong hands were skilled at the plane and the lathe,
be there at our labors, and give us, we pray,
your strength in our hearts, Lord, at the noon of the day.

3. Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace,
your hands swift to welcome, your arms to embrace,
be there at our homing, and give us, we pray,
your love in our hearts, Lord, at the eve of the day.

4. Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm,
whose voice is contentment, whose presence is balm,
be there at our sleeping, and give us, we pray,
your peace in our hearts, Lord, at the end of the day.

Sung to the hymn tune “Slane,” (same tune as Be Thou My Vision), this is a wonderful way to end the week – and it was our closing hymn this morning.
Am waiting for some friends with whom I’ve arranged to meet and walk with around Wilde Lake and finally have a quiet moment to listen to the crickets and squirrels in the cooler-than-expected afternoon sunshine.
Strange, isn’t it, that after a morning in church, one should still need a place and time for quiet contemplation?
But for me church is as much an event of friendship, company, and music as it is one of prayer- and I am grateful for a period of calm before I start huffing and puffing around the lake:).



This morning I got to play flute and it was OK- it’s so frustrating to me that the rehearsals always go far better than “show time!” I suppose it’s a function of being less nervous. Oh well.
Afterwards, I had a nice conversation with the Bishop “John” and a few other friends, wished a friend a safe journey back home and joked around with friends old and new. In Xianity, there is the belief, held by some more literally than others, that when two or more are gathered in Christ’s name, He is in the midst of them. Of course, among the “Whiskeypalians,” the old joke is that “When three or more are gathered, there’s always a fifth.” Oh never mind… But getting back to that basic premise, a very good friend of mine once said that the Presence of Christ is really found in those quiet, joyful exchanges of joy and sometimes shared sorrow among people who gather together and try to live as He would like us to live.
Well, that’s my theology lesson for the day;)
Things at the Realm of FugueStateKnits are in a holding pattern. Life is moving along, of course, but the arrival of the newest member of the gang is being joyfully anticipated:)
On the knitting front, I made a shameful killing at the Yarn Swap yesterday. I found a treasure trove of way back issues of Knitters and Vogue Knitting and an issue of Cast On – all from the late 80s to early 2000s.
I got dock yarn, cotton yarn, specialty yarns, silk and wonder of wonders, I scored myself some lovely Manos del Uruguay:). Schweet!!:)


Well my friends are here – time to get these buns of pudding moving:)!

-God be with you ’til we meet again+

Location:Little Patuxent Pkwy,Columbia,United States

Sitting at the Crush Cafe, Minding My Own Business

Doing an I-cord cast-on for a Prayer Shawl I decided to try my hand at designing. If it turns out OK, I’ll have it here as a free pattern. I got the yarn last week on a trip to Cloverhill Yarns to get a circular needle for another project. A woman was donating the yarn for a prayer Shawl and I offered to make one, so I left the store with a new Addi Turbo Lace, size US 8, 40″ circulars and 4 skeins of this lovely tweedy orange yarn. Fun for Fall:). After all, one cannot have too many worthwhile projects on the knitting front, can one?


My plan is a triangular shawl starting at the top long edge with icord on all three sides, cabled bit in the middle flanked by alternating sections of gull lace, stocking or stockinette stitch – depending on your side of the pond, checkerboard, and feather and fan, divided by 4 rows of garter stitch. Working decreases into these various stitch patterns and figuring out a beginning stitch count with some sort of common denominator are my two biggest challenges. Will keep you all in the loop as I try this thing. As you can see, I haven’t gotten far, since the I-cord cast-on takes a little time, though it is easy peasy:)!

UPDATE

To bring things up to date, since we last met, I have been getting to all my fun extra-curricular activities, working of course, and plodding along on this “planet earth, our island home.” Wednesday, I had dinner and a nice chat with a friend who is visiting her brother- another friend. That was a lot of fun. Thursday and Friday were two somewhat hectic court days, but I did manage to get to Choir
practice- could not make knitting at the Sip ‘n Knit this week though!
Friday after court it was all I could do to have dinner a glass o’ vino and it was bedtime! Saturday I worked a bit, did some visits and home again.
Yesterday was a beautiful day- just perfect weather- as it has been all four years we’ve done it- for our parish’s One Service- where the different congregations come together outside for a service, combing musical groups and styles and enjoying the fresh air and sunshine together. A friend saw a hawk circling the sky during Communion and was very moved by it. It was a lovely time.

Afterwards, we had our annual Parish Fair at which I manned the Stephen Ministry table, sipped coffee and bought our truly beautiful parish cookbook. I will post pictures of this later- it was truly professionally done!
As soon as that was over, I hightailed it home so we could leave for DC, first to drop S off at her place and second to see our son Danny Gavigan in his latest play, Bengal Tiger at the Baghdad Zoo


at Bethesda’s Roundhouse Theater. The play is both very dark and very funny and the production was excellent. I know, it’s true, I’m his mother, but I know he’s doing well when I see him act and I forget that fact. And this was a good production. If you live in the area, you should definitely go see it. Danny’s the Marine in the middle in the ad above. But don’t take my word for it. The Washington Post agrees with me:)!
Afterwards, there was a short q&a discussion with the actors and staff from Roundhouse, then Danny, John, Dan’s significant other, so-much-more-than-girlfriend Casie, and I toddled off to a nice dinner a few blocks away. It was great spending time with both of them.

Weight Loss

My weight loss has slowed down to a crawl and I’d like to lose anther 25-40 lbs, but I’m not complaining:) So far the total stands at 130 lbs (that’s 9 stone 4lbs for you Brits). I’ve lost a lot of inches and my body is a bit of a mushy mess, but I have zero regrets about having had the surgery except perhaps that I wish I’d had it sooner:)!

ON THE KNITTING FRONT

I have been really focusing on the Eadon cardigan. Both sleeves are done and I decided to knit the fronts and back together in one piece. It’s taking awhile, but it’s a fun pattern, do I don’t mind. The second sleeve on the Breckon is begun but awaiting the finish of Eadon.


This Saturday will be our Yarn Swap and I cannot wait:)!!

I will write again soon, dear friends. Until then,

God be with you ’til we meet again+

Location:W Pennsylvania Ave,Towson,United States

A Quiet Day

I did paperwork and caught up on e-mails and scheduled visits, so most of the work I set out to do today has been done. For the most part, it’s been a time of quiet reflection – and not “just” about 9/11/01. That was a horrible day – a day that will always live in my memory as long as I have memory to search.  Back in January, John and I went to New York and visited the memorial to the victims of that terrible day. The 9/11 Memorial really brings home how huge this was. The two holes in the ground – going down a number of stories, surrounded by the names of the dead who died in each building, stand as a silent reproach to the inhumanity of that day. I told some friends earlier today that the sheer diversity of the names – descendants of Irish immigrants fleeing from the Potato Famine, those of established New York families who can trace their family lines to the Dutch colonists, Vietnamese refugees, African exchange students, people from all over the globe of every race, ethnic origin, religion and status – this always hits me the hardest, because it is this diversity that personifies New York City to me. And drives home the evil giving rise to such cruelty all the more.

My little neck of the woods has had its share of horrors this year. Our little town has seen a double shooting in a church office when a mentally ill homeless man turned his inward demons outward against two beloved women who worked there – a secretary and a priest – when he was frustrated in his efforts to get more than his fair share from their food pantry. There was also the grisly deaths of two young women when a freight train derailed and dumped its load of coal on them, crushing them to death. The deaths of these two young women brought back to memory (as if it is ever far!) the death of the only son of a dear friend of mine almost six years ago.  Teddy Osmond was much beloved by his friends in high school;  he was quite a beautifully handsome young man  (not that it matters one bit – I just remember him when he ushered with his Dad at our church and they were both like two peas in a pod:)). I never got to know this young man, but more than anything wish I had.  From what I’ve heard, he was brilliant and creative and so much more, but most important, just a good person.  He didn’t deserve to die the way he did, so young and with his life ahead of him. He didn’t get crowds of mourners as the young women did, but those who mourned him, missed him sorely and will continue to feel his loss until they meet again in the next life. I never knew him and feel his loss keenly! My own kids were a little bit older than he was, but I like to think that they would have been friends had they met; their interests were so similar – and that they would have had a few laughs and been kind to each other as friends do.

Today, like that awful day 11 years ago, has been beautiful and sunny and like many days, full of promise. Do I have anything wise to say today? Probably not:) I do have faith that there is more than what we have here on this earth.  I do believe that the “Power Who Am” is good and loves, and not necessarily in the flowery way of the Hallmark card. What I do take from all of this is that life is short – it is always too short, no matter how old one is at the time of death.  The best thing we can do is live it. How? Ah, there’s the rub!:) Or as the Germans say, “Da liegt der Hase im Pfeffer!” One thing I do know, whatever it takes, I will find a way to live my life to the fullest:)

 

From the sublime to the ridiculous:)

 

I finished two sleeves for the Eadon cardigan by Susanna IC I started last year some time.  The sleeves are a size larger than the rest of the sweater, because I misjudged how much weight I was going to lose, LOL:) However, I kept them at that size rather than frog the first one and start over because it’s a rib pattern which tends to pull in.  I decided to knit the body all in one piece, except for the first ten rows – sort of a modified shirt tail. We’ll see how that plays out.  Worst case scenario, I stitch it up.

That green beauty on the left was photographed just before I frogged it:(. Another good news/bad news situation. It’s the Dark and Stormy by Baby Cocktails (Thea Coleman).  I will knit that sweater, but I cannot knit it in that size.  It is WAY too big! When I started it, I figured I’d go down about 10 inches.  Nope. Try seven more – yikes! It was really funny as I wound up the yarn after frogging.  I had spit-spliced the ends with each new ball, so as I wound I ended up with a HUGE freaking ball o’ yarn! It was funny.  Ya hadda be there. Hey look at it this way: It’ll take less time to get the thing done on the second go-round.

In other news, there’s a new baby coming soon -she (yes, she) is scheduled to be born on October 2nd and they are giving her my first name:) No – her name is not going to be Fugue!:) I might just knit something pink that doesn’t have to do with breast cancer! How cool is that?

Last week we started back to Bell practice, Choir practice and instrumental practice. Ahhhhh that’s better:)!

 

Tonight is bells. Thank God for music:) Speaking of which, may She be with you ’til we meet again.+

 

 

There’s an empty spot- must need to buy more yarn!

 

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Well, dear reader, if I have any, it has finally happened- the hubs and I are empty nesters. After 35.7 years, 35.7 LONGGGGG years:) and believe it or not, I am a little sad about that. But we had more than our fair share of blessings in the kid department, so it makes sense that the time would come later rather than sooner. Though I don’t feel that old:)!
It’s been a long time since I last blogged. Life has happened in the interim and I will try to catch up as best and as honestly as I can.
Today I had the unsettling experience of putting all my craftuals in one space (well, except for the projects I’m keeping close at hand for TV knitting). It was a bit disconcerting to see all I had accumulated since getting back into knitting in a serious way (yeah right!) some 9 years ago.
On 9/22, Ye Olde Columbia Sip’N Knit is having a Yarn Swap and I am hoping to give away a bunch o’yarn in exchange for hopefully less it also nice yarn. HA! We shall see!
On the knitting front, I’ve finished an started a number of projects and, due to weight loss, had to frog and/or give away others.
Most recent finished, my version of EZ’s Green Sweater:

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And a red vest based upon Amy Christoffers Acer Cardigan:

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That’s all for now– more to come soon:)!
Until then, God be with you ’til we meet again:)!+