Back in the Saddle

Since I last wrote I have started taking an introductory course in library and information science.  For many years now I have wanted to know how to properly label my books with the Dewey decimal system.  Like everything libraries are changing with the new technology ever present.

My knitting is coming along slowly.  I am still working on the Kaffe Fassett sweater for my cousin.  He, my cousin, that is, has been waiting patiently. I've completed a baby hat and a couple of cell phone cozies. I went to a Knit in Public event put on by the Brooklyn Fibre Arts Guild. I mader a premie hat for charity and I won a book of baby clothes patterns. I wrote the publisher to learn if I could use the patterns to make clothes for my store on Etsy.com.  She replied that I could not use the patterns to make clothes for the store. I was disappointed.

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks

My cold is much better. The  baby sweater is coming along.  I fear I will not have enough yarn and will have to use a complementary color as the sleeves, collar and button bands. I bought some needles-straight and double pointed-and ordered some yarn to complete the cables sweater. I have almost completed the layette cap. I need to find my darning needle to stitch the seam in the cap.

I am listening to The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks
. Henrietta Lacks was a black woman whose cervical cancer cells were used as the HeLa line of cells that scientists all over the world use.  She was not compensated at all. She was not told that she may not be able to have children after radiation for her cancer. She was infertile after the radiation.

Baby Sweater

At last, the cowl is finished. It needs only to be blocked and I am unable to find my blocking pins.  Now, I am working on a baby sweater made out of washable wool a friend of mine gave to me.  It is coming along and a much faster rate than the adult sweaters progress.  I plan to sell it on Etsy,com.

Rude Nephews

As I approach the end of the cowl and the nephews' birthdays come around, I am afriad that I must stop celebrating their birthdays and much less send gifts to them.  I see the boys as very rude and supported in this rudeness by their father. Gifts I send them are not acknowledged.  When I complain I hear, "You don't give a gift and expect a thank you note." One Christmas I sent gifts, oversized stockings hand-knit.  It took me two years to knit these stockings. I heard nothing.  When I visited and asked about the stockings, the father opened a bag (they had obviously not been hung by the fireplace) and asked, "Are you talking about these?" Recently, I sent an e-card to one nephew and left him a cute little phone message on his cell phone.  I have heard nothing-no "thank you", no "I got your message", nothing.

I disagree with the way the boys are being raised in this regard. I feel taken for granted. I no longer want to go out of my way to do nice little things for them.

The Cowl

I've been steadily working on the cowl.  It is growing slowly. I should be able to send it before winter.

The Cowl

I worked on the cowl a bit tonight. I expect I will finish it soon.  Then I can block it and send it off. A pregnant woman wants me to knit something for her baby due in December.

Busy Week

These last days have been busy, hence no entries.

I knitted on the cowl and participated in a TweetChat on another mental illness issue.

I ran across WIlliam Frist's book A Heart To Serve:The Passion to Bring Health, Hope, and Healing. It's great.  I am reading Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged, one of my favorite books.