Quiet time....

When I was a little girl, very elementary school aged, we spent the summers at our summer home in the Town of Erin (that home eventually became a permanent one).

With four small children underfoot during those long hot summer days, my mother, to save her sanity, instituted "Quiet Time". If you were of napping age, well, that is self-explanatory. Those in between napping age (at either end of the spectrum) were instructed to find something quiet and stationary to do for a minimum of one hour and leave my mother in peace.

Various acceptable activities included reading, hand sewingdolls clothes, playing very quietly in one of the numerous tree forts that occupied different sectors of our 65 acres, or just lying in the fields of tall wild grass inside the small clearings of the evergreen forest hand planted by my family, his family (including me) and friends who came to visit in the early years before the big house was built. In fact, day-dreaming the afternoons away while staring at the clouds and imagining what they looked like, was a very acceptable pastime on those long summer holidays.

And so it was one evening last week I found my self alone, sans the G-man and both DD's, unexpectedly for several hours, between work and a late supper. For 4 hours I blissfully knit and read on my front proch while the sun, so infrequent of late, streamed brigfhtly on the porch where I sat. At one point there was not a sound, no cars, no neighborhood children, no barking dogs, just the sound of little birds in my cedar hedge going about their daily business.

And so it was, as I sat on my porch and knit and knit and knit, that I recalled those "Quiet Times" of my childhood, and wished with all my might that I could go back and re-institute those mandatory periods of peace, those moments of day-dreaming freedom into everyday life. I think we would all be better off for it.

Knit on..........

Pina Colada anyone?....

What a crazy couple of weeks!!

In between coughing and sneezing and losing our voices DD1 and I went been back and forth (she drove almost every other day, poor lamb!) to Montreal to the McGill Fertility Clinic in a last ditch effort to salvage the G-man and I some future grandchildren! Collection day was the worst with both of us fainting after an obscene number of tries to get a IV line in (an unfortunate side effect of chemo has left DD1's viens scarred and all but useless), but the good nurses persevered and one very large Visa bill later (no OHIP does not cover this even for cancer patients - call your MP!) we have 5 grand champions on ice! Money well spent, I think! Your can't get any better grandparent guilt complex than your grandchildren owing you their very existence, now can you:))))

And so as we came to the end of the week, and the end of our colds, DD1 was as ready as she could be for her heamotologists' appointment to get the Bone Marrow Transplant underway. I should have known something was up when she made pina colada's for supper that night! Seems while she was been prepping for the big bang, her body was doing some covert manouvers of its own, and lo and behold her mass has shrunk a substantial amount all on its own!

To say we are all amazed would be an understatement! There were more than a few tears of relief over those yummy drinks, for sure! And the paper umbrella? The transplant has been postponed for at least three months as they take a watch and see approach!

Does it get any better? I think not!

Knit on......

Busy, sneezy and

Just popping in to tell you we're fine, but battling summer colds (at least I thought it was just a summer cold until the G-man informed me my symptoms are 5 out of 6 for N1H1 a.k.a. swine flu...great...just great....:(.

The cardi-wrap is growing, 25" now and ever so squishy and lovely! Just lovely!

Knit on....