So far this year, my entries have been a bit on the dark side; the post about my daughter, absolutely harrowing. This time, I promise, I’ll focus on something else. Nevermind the title, I like snow…unless I have to shovel it. So that’s what I’m going to do. Post pictures of the snow.
And just in time, the freebie! A simple Rolled Brim Slouchy pattern. There is a little shaping to the hat, it’s not just a tube, and I should have possibly made it a bit longer to get more of a slouch, but, oh, well. I still like it, and hope you do too. Enjoy!
On January 26th, the small town of Colfax lost part of its soul. A perennial favorite of the locals and hungry travelers on I-80 for seven years, Cafe Luna closed its doors for the last time.
It was the sopas with carnitas that hooked me. The very first time I ate at the cafe in 2015, it was located on Depot Street, in a hole in the wall. Well…an even smaller hole in the wall. Mario’s music was playing, Lauren was still nursing Lola, the vibe was super cool and casual, the food was great. What more could a customer want? For those of us who were regulars, it was as comfortable as hanging out at a friend’s house. We got excited when the back of the building was opened up for more seating options – (yay!); we counted the days as Lauren waddled around, working right up to her due date with Mael, who then became the town baby; we watched in dismay as the news of their separation and divorce ultimately became public knowledge.
But life goes on, and Mario continued the business, experimenting with different ideas. Some of them were hits, some were misses. He was just about to re-open the back after a massive redo to what was surely going to be a hit when he discovered his lease wasn’t being renewed.
Moving, no matter how well planned, is generally a messy endeavor. Locating another site for your business can be tiresome, very expensive and usually requires lots of time. The new owner of the building, for whatever personal or business reasons, gave Mario three months to vacate; Mario chose to end it after one month.
The last business day, Saturday, I ordered a favorite of mine. I would have liked to order the whole menu so I could make the savory goodness last…but it wouldn’t have. The food was always made with fresh ingredients and wouldn’t have kept well. Instead, I ate it slowly, trying to remember the textures, tastes and smell.
Monday rolled around and I was back at the cafe with my camera to take pics for Mario on a different project, so I snapped a few while there of the progress being made. All the little knick-knacks that made the place so homey were packed up, the walls were uncharacteristically bare, and an empty McDonald’s bag sat on a table, a telling sight in this room. The cooler that normally held the drinks and salsa and other condiments was turned off, no happy music came from the kitchen where Mario normally spent his work day. It was, after all, just a place with four walls, a roof and a floor.
I have asked Mario several times if he plans to continue looking for another local site. His response is general and vague, and he assures me if something good comes up, he’ll pursue it, but for now, he’ll be working at Dine ‘n Dash.
So ends that chapter of Cafe Luna on 38 N. Main Street. We will miss you.
On New Year’s Eve, a night traditionally reserved for revelry, reflection and resolutions, I sat in the emergency room, feeling utterly helpless, watching my daughter slowly lose consciousness while struggling to breathe. Puzzled because she wasn’t running a fever, the nurses ran a battery of tests on her after asking a slew of questions to which we (I) responded “no”. Their initial assessment was a massive infection, but blood work wasn’t backing that up. They were just about to check for a pulmonary embolism when I mentioned her weight loss.
If, dear reader, you remember a post from a year back, I mentioned that I was losing weight, which I have, and all that entailed. My daughter took the opportunity to lose weight with me. She lost weight by cutting back on her sugars, carbs and portions and seemed to be doing fine, except the last month or so, she was looking too skinny. Everyone was asking if she was eating enough and she assured all and sundry she was – multiple times. In fact, her answers were getting harsh and snippy because she was starting to feel badgered. As part of her dietary effort, she’d increased her water intake some time back, so no one was alarmed by the gallon of water, sometimes more, she was drinking every day. If I had written all these signs on paper and looked at it, I would have insisted she see a doctor. As it was, and happens so often when you’re too close to a situation, we had no idea.
I’m sure most of you have guessed by now the diagnosis the nurses and doctors came up with: diabetic ketoacidosis as a result of uncontrolled diabetes. Type I or II is yet to be determined. For her sake, I’m keeping my fingers crossed for Type II because I’ve heard it’s more easy to control. What really freaked me out was the how? Diabetes doesn’t run in our family. It doesn’t fit in with the information I’ve received all my life. This was totally unexpected. I thought it was possibly asthma exacerbated by allergies or a collapsed lung, but diabetes?
Several days have passed since I first started this post. She was released Friday, whereupon we proceeded to a restaurant that we knew would have acceptable food, and the onerous maintenance and forethought that is part and parcel of her condition kicked in. I’ve been on diets before, and I actually worked at Jenny Craig in the mid ’90s, so I understand portion control and exchanges, but instead of being focused on caloric intake, she has to carefully monitor her sugar levels and understand the relationship between carbs and metabolism. Since she’s my daughter, she already knew about this because her mother is a quasi hypochondriac wannabe nurse/doctor who was raised by a medical transcriptionist who listened to doctors dictating patients’ case histories all day long. *pauses, takes a deep breath* In other words, I know just enough to be dangerous.
Life goes on, but for my daughter, it almost didn’t. Do I have a new appreciation for her? for life in general? I would like to think so.
As a vendor in the midst of the holiday crafts fair whirl, sometimes a person can just…lose it. And by lose it, I mean totally air out on where the single most important communication device I own is misplaced.
It was 5:07 pm Saturday evening when it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was wondering why I hadn’t heard my musical alarm that I have set for 4:30 from Thursdays to Saturdays to remind me I have to make a phone call to one of my clients. I was so far gone in working on some pattern revisions that I had lost track of, not only time, but my cell phone. That’s when I realized I’d left it in my husband’s car; my husband who had just gone to work; who works for the railroad and is gone for days at a time.
I panicked. I tried to hook up my tablet for phone use, but since my cell phone wasn’t nearby, it couldn’t be activated. Didn’t used to work that way. I remember leaving my phone at a smog inspection station several years ago, and I was able to use my tablet as an emergency phone. What’s up with that, AT&T? Basically, I was dead in the water.
I happen to be of a certain generation that was raised when telephones were hard-wired to the wall with thick cables, connected to a terminal somewhere in the distance, protected by miles of conduits. There was no way to turn it off when you didn’t want to be bothered. If you were taking a shower and heard the phone ring, you jumped out, grabbed a towel (or not), hastily wrapped it around your body to cover your shame and ran to wherever it was located to answer it. Same applied when you were taking a nap – you answered that phone, because you had no idea who was on the other end.
When you left your house, you left your ability to be contacted. No message machines, no call history, no pagers. You were incommunicado – and it was all right. It felt like freedom, knowing you couldn’t be reached.
Fast forward to December 2018, and the loss of the use of the phone feels like losing a limb…or at least, how I would imagine I would feel losing a limb! And it didn’t make sense. Virtually all the programs that I accessed on my phone I could easily manage from my laptop…except, of course, the phone. I didn’t even go anywhere on Sunday, because…you never know when you’ll need your cell, the biggest being, what if I got into an accident? Since when did it become so freakin’ important to have this device? Maybe because, like most of us, I no longer have a landline. I don’t know. I find it disturbing.
What can I do about it? Maybe I should disconnect on a regular basis. Let everyone know beforehand, and just turn the damn thing off. Actually go out and about and leave it at home like we used to do. See how that feels. Naw….I’ll probably continue on as I have been, intertwining my life with devices and apps and games and programs in such a way that it becomes difficult to function otherwise. *sigh*
I don’t know about you, but when I’m feeling a bit down I find a good laugh helps a lot. I understand this sentiment is shared by virtually everyone, but the last several days, I’ve rediscovered just how true that is. I finally had to give up the ghost on my old Xanax stash as it had been prescribed back in 2007. Aware of the addicting properties of the drug, I’ve always been very careful how I took them. Even with the current opioid hyper-awareness – scare – witch hunt – what-the-fuck-ever! my doctor prescribed me several to help me get over a few things in my life. He said that opioid addiction was one of the things he wasn’t worried about with me. I definitely wasn’t on my toes, because normally I would have responded with, “So what does worry you?” *sigh* Most likely, it was a good thing I didn’t pursue that. Anyway, he’s a good doc and also a good chat, because he made me laugh during the course of our visit, and when I did, I literally felt some tension go away. Nothing in the world like that, so I thought I’d throw in some funny yarn memes to help spread the goodness!
But I will teach you how!!!
Let’s not forget Saturday nights, y’all!
hahahaha! I hear the two crafts mistaken constantly! I have to bite my tongue in order not to blurt out their conversational faux pas!
Oh, yea. House looks like a hurricane AND an earthquake hit it, but wait – this hat is not going to finish itself!
A few of you who follow me may be aware of my photography sideline, in a peripheral sort of way! I used to be a professional photographer, but every time I got a good rhythm going with business and clients, we always seemed to be moving. That meant every time we relocated, it was back to square one. Several moves ago, I gave up. In a fit of pique (meltdown combined with a sense of despair), I donated all my backdrops, studio lighting, and a bunch of other costly photo equipment. I was done.
My advice to anyone who feels that way – don’t do it! A year after the great purge, I found myself really missing all those costly items that were tossed away like so much detritus. Do I want to return to professional photography? Nowadays, it’s not so much a matter of want, but more like a matter of “can’t”. My eyes are doing that thing called presbyopia (you’ll learn when you get there, if you haven’t already) and it really bites. I imagine I could continue to take pictures, but I find myself more and more at the mercy of automation, especially when it comes to the focus feature on the camera. I don’t like losing that control. So, as of the last five years, my photography has been more personal or commercial stock photography of items.
Do I still buy gee-gaws for my old Nikon D-90? Nope. I get by with what I have right now, that is, until you see this on Kickstarter…
I’m a big fan of low-light assists and remote control. I may have to climb a mountain or go hiking to get that special selfie!!! And yes, they have my email to let me know when it’s ready for retail sales. Can’t wait!
Have you photo hounds found any new technology that’s fun? Let me know! 😉
I am pleased to announce that my knitting and crochet themed graphic designs are now available on Amazon! I’m stoked! I don’t know how hard their initial vetting process is, but, hey – I’m trying not to overthink that. I want to believe this is an achievement. LOL!
There are only two designs available right now, and I can upload only 10 designs a day. They do review the individual items carefully, because the first design I uploaded, I used the the phrase “guaranteed to bring a smile” in the description, and it was immediately denied. I fixed it up, and re-sent it, where it took about 12 hours for them to review and pass it.
If you feel you don’t have enough t-shirts that proclaim your crafting obsession, check out my store. The picture above is a link. If you’re not personally interested, but think someone else would be, please pass this info along!
“Divide each difficulty into as many parts as is feasible and necessary to resolve it.” René Descarte
If you read my blog with regularity, you know that I am caught in the machinations of trying to open a local yarn business. My biggest hurdle? Lack of confidence – and for once, it’s not a lack in myself. I did an exercise in Google maps a few weeks ago to help me get a grasp on where my customers would be, literally, in relation to the brick and mortar location. I was not impressed. I used zip code information and got the population from there. All in all, it was a dismal showing. Maybe that’s why there isn’t one in town already. I don’t know. With approximately 70% of the store fronts in town empty, it can be hard to justify opening a niche shop and making it work.
So…I’m juggling a little. Make that a lot. My internet savvy cousin, Nancy, told me to build an online presence first, then open the lys after you can make ends meet that way. Such pragmatism and great genes in one package! I feel like Veruca Salt from Roald Dahl’s creation “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” and the subsequent movie “Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory” when she’s singing I want it now! https://youtu.be/2zcVnNwAHys