a tale of 29 scarves

Upon reviewing my knitting this year, I realized the output numbers are a little low: I think it's all because of the 29 scarves. I keep forgetting that a day contains a limited number of hours, so taking up a few minutes to knit scarves subtracts from the overall total to knit something else.

But let me back up and explain about the scarves.

For some reason, all the way back in March, I decided it would be a good idea to knit a ton of those super-fast scarves that I had done for Primo's FFA club for our church's annual holiday boutique fundraiser. In a random calculation, 30 scarves seemed equivalent to a ton, so I stalked Michael's for sales on that particular yarn.

And then I commenced to knitting.

I knit and knit and knit those scarves. Remember my pile of vacation knitting?

The three scarves at the top of the pile were knit that week. Those scarves were somewhere around numbers 15 to 17. They are the perfect car-passenger knitting, because I can still pay attention to directions and landmarks and such. They are the perfect meeting and waiting-for-kids knitting, because the pattern is so easily memorized: it is the same row, over and over again, across 14 stitches. (The pattern is here in case you are interested.)

I didn't quite make it to 30. As you may have guessed, 29 (actually 29¾) was as far as I got.

Twenty scarves were purchased at the boutique, for personal use and holiday gifting. It was fun watching some of them—including the red one on the top of the basket above—make reappearances in church over the next few weeks.

That left 9¾ scarves.

Our church had adopted three families for Christmas this year, two with mothers and one with a grandmother. I picked out three of the remaining scarves and put them aside for the matriarchs. One of the mothers came to pick up the gifts and was able to chose the one she liked best. She was crying over the gift of a hand-knit scarf just for her; she had asked for nothing for herself, just her children. Humbling and rewarding all at the same time. How often do hand-knit gifts reduce someone to tears?

Down to 6¾ scarves.

A call went out on a knitters' group about three weeks ago, for gender-neutral color scarves to be given to people in Rockaway, Queens that were displaced by Hurricane Sandy. Usually scarves take too long for quick response, especially right before Christmas, but I happened to have three perfectly gender-neutral scarves in my possession! Off they went to New York.

Despite my poor math skills, I know for a fact that 3¾ scarves are up in my workroom.

They already have a home. I will finish up that last one, and off they will go to Primo's FFA Fundraiser in January. Despite all the other knitting on my plate at the moment, I will probably polish off the last few remaining skeins, because my inability to add extends to figuring out how many skeins of yarn I needed. (At one skein of yarn per scarf, it wasn't particularly complicated.)

Those 29¾ scarves definitely cut into my knitting output but... I don't think I would have had quite as much fun, or gotten quite as much satisfaction, from anything else that took 3000 yards of yarn to create.

stocking stuffer

It may be obvious by now:

I didn't do any Christmas crafting this year. Not one single stitch.

I was so busy busy busy this fall, with the national sheep show, then various fiber events (knitting retreat, Brooklyn, Rhinebeck), then the 5K, that the time for starting came and went. In fact, the time for starting would have been right around when Sandy came to town. That definitely knocked Christmas projects right off the burner.

It turned out to be the right decision this year. I was able to use the time I normally would have devoted to frenetic crafting, to getting caught up in other areas of my life instead. Things like regularly cooking dinner for my family and getting a handle on the ironing and other non-exciting, but nevertheless unfortunately necessary, priorities.

It wasn't quite as fun or meaningful, pulling out my credit card instead of racing against the clock to produce warm woollens for my loved ones. But it was most definitely less stressful.

I did get one little project done that I wanted to share, however. I was hoping to get it up in time to help out another harried knitter, but even that failed this year. No matter! It will available for years to come, and quite honestly, if you have a quiet Christmas Eve scheduled then this could easily be pulled off before Christmas morning.

This pattern is a very small stocking, worked in the round, with the perfect dimensions to fit a gift card inside. Once you are done gifting, it works as an ornament. Or it can be the start of a holiday tradition: when I was growing up, we had a special hinged ornament ball on our tree, into which tiny gifts could be placed.

It is also a great way to use up yarn scraps. My version used some ancient handspun. The red color was Kool-Aid dyed for a 4-H project when Primo was in third grade (and he's a junior in high school now). The white is from very inconsistent singles spun out of goodness-knows-what, before I learned to label my yarn. I held it double to knit and it worked just fine.

You can find the pattern here. Merry Christmas!

beading leaves

A quick tutorial on how I attached the leaf beads to my Woodland Shawl!

IMPORTANT NOTE: Use a provisional cast on to start your project. You will want the live stitches at both ends of the project when you are ready to finish it off by beading it. A provisional cast on will make a much smoother end than picking up the stitches.

For this project, I wanted the beads to sit vertically on the stitches. If I had just threaded them on the yarn, then moved them up into position as I knit, the leaves would have laid sideways. Since the leaves in the pattern were vertical, I wanted the leaf beads to be vertical as well. I did not want them to dangle off the ends of the shawl, as I was not going to fringe it and I was afraid that hanging beads would soon fall off.

The solution:

1. I decided to put a leaf bead at the top/bottom of each "full" leaf (i.e., the leaf pattern was complete, which applied to half of the leaves at each end of the shawl; if you look at the pattern, you can see that when you finish half the leaves, the other half of the leaves are in the middle of formation).

Knit every stitch on the row, until you get to the center of a full leaf. Slip the center stitch of the leaf purlwise (you will not be knitting that stitch on this row), and then put a small length of fishing line (about 8 inches) through that stitch.

2. Fold the fishing line in half, so the ends are together, and thread the bead onto the line.

3. Carefully pull the stitch through the bead. The holes on these beads were very small, and I wasn't sure the yarn would fit through, but that's the great thing about yarn (especially a fluffy single ply like this one): it compresses well.

4. Once the yarn is through, give it another gentle tug with the fishing line to make sure there is a needle-sized loop of yarn on the top of the bead.

5. Without knitting it, place that stitch onto the right hand needle...

6. ... and keep knitting until you come to the next stitch that needs a bead.

Repeat until the row is complete!

Purl the next row, all the way across, including the beaded stitches.

Because the yarn is carried behind the bead when the stitch is slipped, it provides a nice supportive structure on the back of the bead. In fact, you can barely see the bead on the wrong side, though this picture does show how the bead is located at the "top" of the full leaf.

Cast off knitwise on the next row.

The end result: a beautiful row of beads, that is an integral part of the fabric and quite securely attached.

family leaves

This project has been a long time in the making. I decided to make a prayer shawl for my mother-in-law soon after her sister's funeral back in January. The pattern was easy. She has a framed quote, given to her by my sister-in-law, which says:

Our family is a circle of love and strength. With every birth and every union, the circle grows. Every joy shared adds more love. Every obstacle faced together makes the circle stronger.

The background is a tree, and leaves were on my mind to embody this artwork and its sentiments. Nikol Lohr's Woodland Shawl was perfect.

The yarn took a bit more trying, but at the end of February I found this beautiful MadTosh yarn at Loop in Philadelphia, colorway Magnolia Leaf.

The perfect embodiment of fall leaves. It was just a matter of knitting, and knitting, and knitting, after that.

I finally finished it up mid-summer, but then became stuck on how to do the beading. The shawl was intended to be a true sister shawl to the prayer shawl I had made many years ago for her sister. Her sister's shawl had ten beads on each side, so the wearer could use it to say a rosary if she chose.

The leaf-shaped beads I found were larger than the seed beads I am used to knitting with. The color and theme were too perfect not to use them, so I stewed for months over the best way to attach them to both ends. I finally made myself sit down during our power outage after Sandy, and work it out through trial and error.

I'll explain how I did the beading tomorrow!

an eggs-cess of eggs

As a child my family's menu consisted of two choices: take it, or leave it.

—Buddy Hackett

I had no idea that Buddy was related to me. As my kids will tell you, that is pretty much the menu around here every night.

We are actually suffering from a very happy problem these days: too many eggs.

When the egg container starts to look like this, it's a signal that I need to get rid of a bunch of eggs before disaster strikes. We hosted a family baking party yesterday, with the treats going to families displaced by Sandy. Unfortunately we still had a dozen plus eggs left over after the bake-fest.

That, plus some hand-me-down leftover ziti (gifted from a holiday party) could only mean one dish:

Pasta Frittata

2 T butter or olive oil

1 small onion, chopped

2 garlic gloves, minced

1-2 C leftover pasta (best with tomato sauce), cut into 1 in lengths

12 eggs, beaten

1 C grated parmesan

salt & pepper to taste

(If you wanted to make a smaller portion, just half the quantities of eggs, pasta, etc. and choose a medium-sized pan.)

Heat the butter or oil in your largest fry pan on medium-high heat. Make sure to tilt the pan so it coats about 1 inch up the side. 

Saute the onion for about 3 minutes, then add the garlic and saute for 1 more minute.

Add the pasta to the pan; reduce heat to medium. Stir into onions/garlic and heat for about 4-5 min. Arrange in level layer in pan.

While pasta is heating, combine eggs, cheese and salt & pepper in a separate bowl. Beat to combine. Add to pan and stir gently, then allow to cook for about 10 minutes. 

When sides are cooked and middle is firm when you shake the pan (there will be little volcanoes bubbling throughout frittata), the top will still be slightly liquid and uncooked. The next bit of brilliance is courtesy of my father: put it under the broiler, with the rack about halfway down in the oven, to finish cooking. Keep a close eye on it, and when the top turns a toasted brown and looks cooked, take it out.

Yum! Well, at least I think so. The boys initially rolled their eyes, because we have had this dish a fair amount as of late, thanks to productive chickens and random gifts of leftover pasta. But they all chowed it down with a side salad and multigrain bread to add a little non-protein nutrition. 

(Their exact quote: "Are you finished taking pictures now, so we can eat it?")

That leaves us with a half dozen eggs in the fridge, at least until tomorrow morning when we will be gifted with a few more. I wish we could preserve the egg-cess now, because with the winter coming and the hens getting older, we won't always have such bounty. We just have to enjoy it while it lasts.

our town

I love our little town, never more so than nights like tonight when our volunteer firemen drive around the township, with Santa on board.

Lights flashing, music playing, sirens winding, they pass out candy canes and goodwill in equal measure.

A bittersweet night, with thoughts of a fellow small town that is mourning and grieving beyond all comprehension.

quick holiday meal

The holiday crazies are upon us in earnest... only 12 shopping days until Christmas! I needed to make a serious dent in my list, and spent most of today whittling away at it. Meanwhile the boy activities don't quit—in fact, they are busier than ever—and tonight's dinner posed a particular challenge because I had to feed five people at three different times. I found this on the internet, revised it a little based on what I had in my pantry, and thought I would share it in case it could help you out as well.

Total prep time was about 15 minutes, baking time was 30 minutes. You could make it in the morning and throw it in the fridge, but you might need to bake it slightly longer as a result.

It's that time of year—no pictures with this one. Besides, my eldest son's review was "it really doesn't look that great, but it's delicious." So I figured pictures were superfluous. It's the perfect quick and somewhat nutritious holiday meal. OK, so not particularly nutritious, but at least they get some veggies in them.

Ingredients
stuffing (I used Pepperidge Farms, but whatever you have in your pantry should do)
1 can chicken broth
1 can cream of mushroom soup (or cream of chicken, or cheddar/broccoli...)
2 heads fresh broccoli (or 1 bag frozen)
1.5 lb chicken breasts
1/2 C milk (or whatever amount looks right; I just glugged it in)
4 T butter
1 T dried chopped onion
1/2 C chedder or mozzarella cheese (I used cheddar)
salt/pepper to taste

Start chicken breasts cooking. I put mine into a fry pan with water, white wine, a little chicken base and salt and pepper, but you could also grill them.

Clean broccoli (if fresh) and steam (I put mine into the microwave to cook).

Melt butter in separate saucepan, and then quickly fry dried onion in butter to hydrate (or if you have a better stocked kitchen, saute chopped onions and celery in the butter). Take pan off heat and add 4C stuffing and the can of chicken broth; cover and let sit while you finish up the rest. If you are using Stovetop, just follow the instructions on the box.

When chicken is fully cooked, cut into 1 in pieces and add to mixing bowl with broccoli, soup and milk; stir to combine. Spray casserole dish with cooking spray so you don't have an ungodly mess to clean up later and then pour this mixture in bottom. Top with stuffing and then sprinkle cheese on top.

Cook at 350 degrees F for about 30-40 minutes, until cheese is melted and chicken/broccoli mixture is bubbly.

Tell your kids to ignore how it looks and just try it. My littlest, pickiest eater had three helpings.

brotherly love

Haven't said too much about Christmas crafting this year, mostly because I am doing very little of it. I have one little surprise up my sleeve, and I am just waiting for a sunny day to get good pictures, but other than that, things are very quiet on that front. I also managed to get not one, but two photo books done for the boys: last year, as is the tradition, plus 2007, to catch up a little.

A little holiday prep is happening... No tree yet, because it hasn't stopped raining long enough for them to dry out. Plus the older two are working at a tree stand, and it is mighty difficult to get everyone together during daylight hours.

I am grateful that I have boys with such a good work ethic, but a bit melancholy that it is taking them away so much this season. My disappointment is nothing compared to Terzo's. In a taste of things to come, he is feeling quite abandoned.

I did grab all three long enough to get them interested in making cut-out cookies tonight, while waiting for my parents to come over for dinner. The dough had been sitting in the fridge for two days, since they lost interest in the project on Sunday, and I was afraid it was going to start growing undesirables.

Don't be fooled by the five seconds of harmony captured by the camera.

The middle one, amazingly enough given his rocky early years, is the only even keel these days. He patiently rolled and cut and decorated as the sturm and drang unfolded around him.

The picture was taken just after the littlest one cried (and tried to flounce off) because the older two were picking on him for his cookie cutting skills, and just before the big one took offense (and did flounce off for a while) because the little one smacked his hand for eating cookie dough.

I've learned to take five seconds of brotherly togetherness when it happens, because that's about all we get these days. Come next year, I will re-discover these pictures when I am putting together the album for 2012, and stick them in. Hopefully the flouncing will be forgotten by then, thanks to lack of documentation. Memories are a lot how you make them.

chicken saddle plans

For those of you who had questions about the details of a chicken saddle... Unfortunately I couldn't take better pictures of our saddles, because I loaned them out! I did find this excellent detailed pattern, however, and hopefully seeing the saddle off the chicken will be helpful.

I will note that the saddles we had were a denim fabric, did not have fusible interfacing, and were not folded in half like the pattern. If your problem is due to a rooster (ours was not), then I can see how a stronger fabric would be preferable.

Happy saddles!

chicken dressing

Being the leader of a 4-H livestock club means I get asked questions from time to time about various animal ailments. Sometimes I know the answer, sometimes I don't—but most of the time if I don't, I do at least know someone who may!

Such was the case with a problem that a new member mentioned yesterday. One of his chickens had lost the feathers on her back and was being pecked by the other hens as a result. The problem with chickens is once one of them has a red, bare spot, the others won't leave it alone. The term "hen-pecked" has a basis in truth, though it usually doesn't apply to their behavior towards roosters, but instead other hens!

We had the same problem last year, and we had tried all kinds of anti-peck ointments with little positive result. Luckily my friend Robin, who is a chicken expert, happened to see them one day and told me what I needed was chicken saddles.

Yes. That is quite an image that comes to mind. But they aren't what you think.

Chicken saddles are little shaped pieces of fabric, designed to cover the back of the chicken in between the wings. A little piece of elastic is attached to each side of the fabric. The elastic goes around the base of the wing (a surprisingly narrow attachment) and attaches with a snap to hold the fabric in place. They are also called chicken aprons, which I think they more closely resemble, except they sit on the chicken's back.

Very stylish, non?

The saddles worked like a charm. When we took them off a couple of months later, the back feathers had grown in nice and healthy. We haven't had the same problem since, knock on wood.

Unfortunately, the woman who made the beautiful saddles is no longer accepting new orders! If I had known that, I am not sure I would have lent them out. As you can see, they are works of art, and she chose the designs specifically with our farm in mind.

So now when you hear the words "chicken dressing," a whole new image will spring to mind!

cousins

Going through photos from this year to put together the annual holiday letter and came across this gem from July.

Big cousins looking out for little cousins, and little cousins looking up to big cousins.

car elf

A beautiful sunrise through thick fog this morning...

It called for a quick picture (quick! before the sun gets up too far and ruins it!) but I had one problem: my car was in the frame and I was in my pjs and bare feet.

Actually, no problem after all, because now I have a car elf, aka Primo, who was up and dressed for school. I dispatched my car elf to move the car out of the way, I got the shot, he put it back and even returned the keys to their rightful spot.

Ha ha ha! Just kidding about that last one.

I have discovered that a car elf is all kinds of useful. In addition to getting his own butt to work and girlfriend's house and cross country practice, a car elf can take his brothers to their piano lessons, stop at the store for milk, and pick up pizza for dinner.

The only problem is that a car elf doesn't limit himself to service of his mother's driving needs, and more's the pity. The car elf also decided he was driving himself to school today, for the first time, in that thick soupy fog.

That, plus the fact that the car elf has a girlfriend to drive around with unsupervised, is enough to make any mother rethink the advantages of the situation. The loss of sleep may outweigh any perceived benefits.

bare bookshelf

I just realized that it is the end of the month, and so time for my monthly book review but... I have nothing! That's right, I didn't get a single book read this month. A sign of how unsettled and up in the air it has been. I have been doing quite a bit of magazine reading but for once, I didn't have the time or even the inclination to settle down to something more lengthy.

I can't blame the storm's effects alone. I was unable to post my October review because at that point, we had no internet service because we were still out of power. It wouldn't have made a difference however! I didn't manage to pull off any books in October either.

It's a shocking state of affairs for an inveterate bookworm!

night sounds

As I go to call the dog in tonight, the night sounds capture my attention.

Cold wind whispering and geese barking away at each other in the dark, harvested corn fields. Sounds of cold and loneliness, of bitterness and tightness on the way.

Contrast to the peepers chirping away in the ditches and puddles in the spring... Sounds of hope and warmth and joy, of blossoming and bursting on the way.

Close the door, and be grateful for its presence.

deeply felt

Moving slowly on with the rest of life... My LSH spent Friday doing demolition work in Union Beach, a working class community which was absolutely devastated by the storm. Over 90% of the housing was affected, and he said it was an absolute mess. No National Guard presence there—very striking, the difference between that community and my experiences in more well-heeled areas.

I had work to do and an appointment at home, plus we weren't sure that Terzo could safely be in that situation, so I stayed back. (The older two were at work.) With Pam's suggestions in mind, this will be a community that we return to in the future, however.

As a result of my hours at home, I am very happy to say that some of my work is now on display, in a nature-inspired gallery in our town. The little bird's nest wreaths were consigned there yesterday. I never imagined that anything I did would be suitable for gallery display.

On a related note: why does it sound so pretentious to call them "my work"? Probably because I have never viewed myself as an artist, but more of a crafts person. I didn't even take art class in high school. Hence the whole gallery thing feeling like it came straight out of left field.

It felt really good for me to focus on the farm work and creating things with my own hands, from our own sheep. It is something that is deep and soul-satisfying for me, very meditative and calming, and it was missed lately.

I had a craft show scheduled for today, so I finally turned to a project that has been in the works for a while. Remember the washed fleeces I sent out to a fiber mill in July? They came back about a month ago, but I haven't had time to deal with them. I have spent quite a bit of time admiring the felt sheets though. Five in total, and they are gorgeous!

Yes, those are from our wool! Each one is about 5 ft by 3 ft and a lovely thick cushy fabric. It was very difficult to put scissors to sheet and cut them up.

I was very careful to not waste one scrap! I ended up with the most beautiful insoles, in four different sizes. The craft show was a complete bust today, and was pretty miserable to boot as it was outside in blowy, chilly weather. I held on until 1 pm (it went until 4 pm) and then threw in the towel... The only thing I sold was a few pairs of insoles!

thanks amid devastation

Thanksgiving is a particularly poignant this year, as many, many people in our state struggle to find things to be thankful for. They will struggle to have a thanksgiving at all, though efforts like these are food for the heart and soul:

• this grassroots organization to match people in need with people with places at the table, or
• this American Legion post throwing its doors open and feeding anyone who shows up, including linemen, national guard, whoever;
• or even Lowe's giving out thousands of pre-cooked dinners in the hardest hit areas.

It's not just today that brings on these emotions. Living around here, I am feeling them every day. We are just on the edge of the disaster, far enough that we don't see it on a regular basis, but close enough that my son goes to school with kids who lost their homes and my LSH is seeing displaced people in his practice. The stories are heart-wrenching, and they keep on coming, in wave after wave, seemingly insurmountable in their sheer volume. Much like the storm.

Help for me, in figuring out how not to feel completely powerless in the face of this unbelievable devastation, came from this blog. A lurker piped up to offer words of wisdom when I really needed them, and we have been writing back and forth as she kindly checks in on me.

Pam, who blogs at creativecrazygirl, has a particular understanding of this situation: she lost her home in the Nashville floods of 2010. She pinpointed, very accurately, part of my angst from the guilt of being spared when so many are affected. Her practical words, honed in the crucible of experience, were eye-opening and valuable. I asked her if she could guest blog (of a sort) by letting me share some of her thoughtful advice, and she graciously agreed. I am hopeful that it might help others. Her words:

I've thought of some other ideas that might make you feel better as you care for others affected by the storm.  Even things that seem very simple from the outside looking in are like a big hug to a family going through this.

#1 Food.  Many families will be out of their homes (and without their home kitchen) for months.  Food is always greatly appreciated.  We spent many, many days working at our house.  It was always so amazing when someone would stop by with food.  A few different times people would come to our door asking if we were hungry and offer us sandwiches (simple lunch meat), chips, bottled water, and apples or bananas.  You  wouldn't believe how much that would lift our spirits and help us time and money-wise because we didn't have to leave and go to the store to buy something from the deli for lunch.

#2 Money & Gift Cards.  Our experience was that Red Cross money was very difficult for a family to obtain.  You had to jump through lots of hoops & paperwork, wasting much time and emotional energy.  Many people (some that we didn't know) gave us money and gift cards to Home Depot, Lowe's, Target, and restaurants.  Some people wrote out checks and gifted us with money to help with our rebuild.  It was amazing how God orchestrated His people to provide all that we needed.  I'm still humbled and awed when I think of it. So if you know someone (or know of someone through your church or a friend) consider helping them directly.  That's what we do now where there is a disaster.  We skip donating to the big organizations and ask God to show us who to help.

#3 Creative Gifts.  Anything made by your hands will be loved by those that have lost much.  You might want to organize a scarf, hat, or afghan drive and give other crafty folks a place to send their gifts.  I collected quilts through a quilting website that I had at the time and my church helped distribute them. 

It's ok to take a bit of time on these fronts.  Those hit by the storm will get a lot of attention at first, but then it dwindles.  Consider helping after the media attention dies down.  A friend of mine brought a yummy, hot meal to us when we were moving back in and it was such a blessing!  I had never even thought about how a family actually has to move their belongings back in and get settled all over again after their home is put back together.

Before I close I want to say one more thing in an attempt to lift your guilt burden.  Going through that flood ended up being the most incredible time for our family.  We grew as a family and team.  We felt God's presence and provision EVERY single day!  Our marriage grew stronger....we became a strong united front as we pushed through together.  We now have lots of great (and even funny) memories of the flood.  Trust me, we never want to go through something like that again....but we know that God will see us through if we do.

I recently thought about how Jesus worked in His ministry.  Most of it was one person or a small group of people at a time.  We need to hold this idea close to our hearts.  Instead of being distraught and hopeless that we can't help "all those people", we can rejoice that God helped us to reach out and love even one person going through a crisis like this.

Her last point caused me to relate the experience that Primo and I had in Belmar two weeks ago, because it was such a perfect example. She urged me to share it publicly, so here goes.

Primo and I went expecting that we would be distributing donations, as the posting had specified. It didn't work out that way, but we went with the flow and ended up being assigned to a team to canvass the beachfront neighborhoods. We were equipped with official-looking clipboards and paperwork, assigned to determine what the residents needed (because the donations were piling up) and tell them where they could vote the following day. 

We had to trek about 10 blocks to get to our assigned street. Not too many people were there, but we found one older woman by herself and freezing in her non-heated, no electricity condo. Primo helped her clean out her refrigerator and haul the spoiled food to the curb. She was clearly hungry for companionship, and we spent some time talking to her about her experiences and difficulties thus far. She was very resistant to our offers of help, but mentioned that the one thing she really wanted was hot coffee. Of course, that was not on our official list. 

When our task was complete, we hiked back to the command post and were told our job was done. We couldn't leave it at that. They were serving hot food, so we picked up a clamshell of food and assortment of snacks. We found a little deli that, miraculously, was open and had somehow figured out a way to serve hot coffee without any electricity in the store. The entire town was without power at this point. Even the command post was operating on generator power. But this one little store had piping hot coffee in push-button carafes.

We walked the food and coffee back to her, carefully wrapping the coffee in a glove and trying not to spill too much on the way. She was surprised to see us, but definitely grateful for the coffee! As we trekked back, I remarked to Primo that we hadn't really gotten the opportunity to do that much. He pointed out that it was probably a lot for that one person.

After reading this story, Pam responded that she was pretty sure that God made the coffee! Reflecting upon the whole experience, I must say: I think she's right.

harvest time

Part of the slowdown in posts these past couple of weeks has been due to my general malaise, I admit. But a large chunk of it has been coordinating the harvest from our farm.

Our harvest is different from the corn or soybeans or cornucopia of fruit that springs to mind when you mention the word harvest, but it applies nonetheless. It is hard work for us to get our animals to the butcher at the right time on dates that are made months in advance—superstorm or no. (Luckily that was not our week, but even a week later wasn't too much better.)

This year, we had the pigs and the lambs to work out. It was a finely coordinated dance of "drop this off here and pick this up here"; of "we'll take this part now and come back for this part later"; of "put this in the freezer and take this out to deliver". It necessitated dealing with the horrible yucky skins so they could be transformed into beautiful pelts. It included wonderful, but all too short, visits with old friends, and meeting new and very excited customers.

Today was the perfect example. The skins were finally all cleaned and salted, so off to PA I went to drop them off at the tannery. Tonight, our freezer was emptied a little more as another happy person picked up their meat. The pieces fall into place.

The best part, by far, is when people call and e-mail us to rapture over the meat they are eating. It makes all that hard work worthwhile, knowing that people are nourished as a direct result of what we did. It is a satisfaction of the most basic sort, the most deeply soul-sustaining.

green ladies

I have been feeling pretty burned out about pretty much everything lately. Not depression, mind you, just a feeling of general blah-ness.

So what do our 4-H kids do at tonight's Awards Night?

After we finished presenting our awards to them, I was a little confused when the four current officers of the club stayed at the front of the room and took over the microphone.

They started out with some very nice words about how much they love the club, and how great it is and—I started to realize at this point that something big was going on—how much they realized that it wouldn't be the club it was without the effort of the leaders. They talked about how much they wanted to show their appreciation for us, and how hard they worked at coming up with just the right idea and keeping it a secret from us.

I was completely mystified, and turned to my LSH, who shrugged his shoulders. I couldn't figure out what they had done. Written a poem? Hired a singing telegram? One of the other leaders suspected they had booked us all in for a spa treatment.

It turned out we were way off base.

What they had done was buy us each a personalized 4-H corduroy jacket, with our names and "Club Leader" on the front pocket, and the name of the club and the 4-H emblem on the back. (Three of the four officers are FFA members, so they know all about the power of a corduroy jacket.)

Quite honestly, they blew us away.

Well, they blew three of us away. The fourth mom's son had put the charge (a substantial one) on his debit card, and she had seen the statement and promptly freaked out. He ended up having to 'fess up her, but she did a masterful job of not letting on to the rest of us.

We all agreed that our feet are right back in the fire. What choice do we have but to make the best club better, after such a gesture? They have us for the long haul!

as if I need any help

I have been in a deep fug / fog / funk / call-it-what-you-will, ever since the hurricane hit. Life is slowly getting back to normal for us, but for so many so close, it is not. Every day brings a new tale of loss or hardship suffered. The road back will be a long one for this state. I feel bad even complaining about my little problems in comparison, but everyone I talk to has the same feeling of emotional exhaustion.

I have no idea why this should affect my personal motivation so greatly, but it has. I have even lost my will to knit: I think of working on a project, it overwhelms me, I stop thinking about it. This has pretty much been the pattern with anything that needs doing, including laundry, e-mail responses, bill payment, farm work, 4-H leadership, etc., so it is getting a bit chaotic around here.

With Primo finally back in school on Monday, I buckled down and forced myself to address certain pressing matters. Huge piles of paper on my desk were beaten back into more manageable mounds. Plans were made for coming weeks and months. Slowly but surely, I was feeling a little more in control.

Until last night, at my church's vestry meeting, when we got into a heated discussion about the correct date of the first Sunday of the month. Since I was acting secretary for the meeting, it somewhat mattered what date I put into the minutes. As I had just been staring at my calendar, working out my short-term life plan, I was quite sure that the first Sunday was December 1.

When I got home, I discovered the reason for my confusion. Behold my free artsy calendar from a Korean restaurant, that sits right behind my computer.

Need a closer look?

Yep. Not only did I get a calendar for free, I also got an extra day in November. Much as I could use one, it should not come at the price of my sanity. I have whited it out and braced myself to actually purchase a desk calendar for 2013. Now if I can only figure out how to buy some motivation.

bird's nest wreaths

One of our sheep, Jenny, is a problem child. She has been a problem child since the day we got her. She hates to be handled, refuses to be herded with the rest of the flock, pretends she has no idea what a halter is... You get the idea. She gets a free pass because she has excellent parasite resistance, great hooves and a wonderful mothering ability.

Last year, she also refused to wear a sheep coat. We'd put it on, she'd get it off or rip it to shreds or otherwise foil our efforts to keep her fleece clean. After a point, basically when I ran out of coats to put on her, we just gave up. As a result, her fleece was so full of hay chaff that it could not be sold for spinning. It wasn't even worth paying to have it processed, as the level of contamination was such that I knew it would still be unusable even after I paid all that money.

I washed up some of it, and it was gorgeous lovely curly locks—she is 25% Cotswold—but still full of hay chaff. No selling it for doll's hair or Santa's beards.

Argh. She got me again.

The cleaned fleece sat in the basement, repository for all problem fleeces, for quite a few months, but yesterday I saw something that gave me an idea. I poked around on the internet a bit, poked around the craft and dollar stores a bit, and came up with this:

A bird's nest wreath. It can be used inside or outside to decorate for the holidays, but come spring, it should be outside! The birds will be thrilled with a source of ready-made nesting materials; in addition to the sheep's fleece, I added bits of burlap thread cut in 3-6 inch pieces. Her curly-wurly fleece was perfect to wrap around and hold itself on the wreath.

My LSH thought it needed a bit more color, so I made another one with bits of red cotton yarn in addition to the burlap.

A bit more festive, but I think I prefer the natural colors. It will be interesting to see if the birds have a preference, though.

scenes from the last few days

Lost internet again thanks to Winter Storm Athena (seriously, we are naming winter storms now? one more stupid thing for us to keep track of), and serious time due to many overcommitments and completely snafu situations around here... so I'll make it up quickly in pictures!

Wednesday night—it snowed like the dickens, in spite of everyone predicting that the storm was overhyped. We let the dog out and then kind of forgot about him when the power blew; when the generator kicked on we realized he had been out for a while. In our defense he is not the sharpest tool in the shed and forgets that he has the power of barking to remind us where he is.

Thursday morning—first thing, the sky was the most amazing shade of blue, even though the rest of it was a completely unwelcome sight.

Except for the sight of the downed tree covered in snow. It was a little bit scenic for a while instead of just sad.

Thursday about one hour later—we were reminded yet again that we have really good boys. Our little tractor plow is dead but they shoveled the entire driveway by hand so my LSH could open his office on time.

Thursday afternoon—they took advantage of the snow and the fact that they were out of school for yet another day... We will never make up all these missed days. They will still be in school in July at this rate.

The dog barked non-stop the entire time they played, proving that he can do it when he chooses to.

Friday—the younger two were back in school. In the morning I had to take care of getting pelts ready to be tanned, and trust me that you thank me for no pictures. In the afternoon the eldest helped me get ready for a pasta dinner with his cross country team. Eight very hungry high school runners can eat an amazing amount of food. Luckily I had enough! But no pictures, I was too busy feeding them.

Which brings us to Saturday—and the Trenton Double Cross Half Marathon, my first. I haven't said too much about running lately but I have been training, more or less (mostly less) for the last four months.

My LSH took this picture while I was running over the Trenton Makes/The World Takes Bridge, around mile 3.5 so I was still relatively happy. I was less happy as the miles went by but I did manage to finish in a great time thanks to this guy helping me set a good pace.

I think this is my favorite picture of them all.

thrice denied

As I mentioned, Primo was due to take his driving road test on his 17th birthday, last Tuesday.

As in, the day after Sandy came to town.

NJ rules require you to take the road test in a car with a center pull brake, or one in which the examiner has "unrestricted access to the foot brake." With the exception of a postal delivery truck, or the examiner sitting on your lap, I cannot really fathom how you can pull off the latter option. This means that if you are a family like ours, without a center pull brake in your car, then you are forced to hire one from a driving school. This was actually just fine by me, as it meant I didn't have to deal with a cranky over-anxious teen who felt like his whole life was on the line for one little piece of plastic.

The driving school called the weekend before Sandy hit, to give me the heads-up that Primo's road test was preemptively cancelled by the state. No road tests through Wednesday October 31st.

I went online as directed and found a little slot on Thursday November 1st. Of course, given the damage that the state suffered, this date turned out to be laughable. The driving school didn't have power, we didn't have power, I doubt that branch of the Division of Motor Vehicles had power.

Second strike.

We finally got a call from the driving school this past Monday. Since Primo is still out of school for the entire week, we were able to snag the last remaining slot for the next three weeks: yesterday at 3 pm.

As in, the day that Winter Storm Athena came to town.

The driving school instructor, savvy in such things, insisted it would be OK. He picked up Primo 10 minutes before the snow started. Somehow he convinced the DMV to take him a couple of hours early, and even in the driving snow, Primo passed.

He and the instructor went to go into the DMV to get his license... and the doors were locked. The governor had ordered them to shut down early for the day.

To say the kid was a little frustrated by this point would be putting it mildly. Teenage boys, within arms-reach of a ticket to freedom, can get mighty testy when they run into repeated roadblocks.

We managed to pull it all together today. DMV, open. Snow, off roads. Paperwork, in order. License, obtained.

His father's text upon hearing the news (yes, it was really this long):

Dr Ray Stantz: What he means is Old Testament, Mr. Mayor, real wrath-of-God type stuff.

Dr Peter Venkmen: Exactly.

Dr Ray Stantz: Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies. Rivers and seas boiling.

Dr Ego Spengler: Forty years of darkness. Earthquakes, volcanos!

Winston Zeddemore: The dead rising from the grave.

Dr Peter Venkman: Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria...

[Primo's father]: Hurricanes, nor-easters, power outages, Primo getting his license...

(Points for naming the reference!)

He didn't let such dire prognostications trouble him. Within 30 minutes of arriving home, he found a reason to drive to his friend's house. Alone.

Scary stuff indeed.

one week later

It's hard to know where to begin. My silence was due to the storm, of course. We came through OK but all of our connections to the outside world—electricity, cable, phone, internet—were gone on Monday. Even the landlines to my husband's office gave up the ghost on Thursday morning. The generator did work when needed, and we were infinitely thankful. We were even more thankful when the power came on yesterday, none more so than my husband, as it was just in time to watch the Giants game.

If Irene was all about the water, Sandy was all about the wind. The sound was unbelievable. We had to stage a bunny rescue late Monday afternoon, as he could not escape the driving wind and rain in his hutch. He weathered the rest of the storm in the basement. The sheep, of course, were perfectly fine.

The worst damage we suffered was downed trees. Monday night, when I was trying to capture the driving rain on camera (I failed), the scene just outside our front door to the right looked like this.

The next morning, it looked like this. Our beautiful blue spruce had been blown over. I feel a little tug every time I come up the driveway and see it down. Luckily it chose that direction to fall, avoiding the cars.

Same thing with my willow tree in the back, and missing the chicken coop. (The chickens were also just fine, though slightly perturbed.)

At least one willow down, and unsure if the one behind it will make it, there is so much damage. I say "my" because they were gifts from my husband and children, about six years ago. I know the sheep will miss them as well, they were a favorite summer shade spot and snack.

Both trees lie where they are because the tree crews are way too busy with more pressing matters, like trees on houses and cars and roads and wires, to deal with trees lying in a yard. Roads are still closed. Gas stations are still short on fuel and long on lines, though the situation is getting better. Many in our township are still without power, and thus water and heat, but that is also slowly improving.

We cannot complain though. We can't even really grumble. So many have it so much worse. Primo is out of school this entire week. Many of his school's student body lives in the eastern half of our county, which is on the ocean and thus profoundly affected by the storm. With power back on and the younger two back in school as of today, he and I decided to trek east, to Belmar, to see if we could help. 

I had my little camera with me, and snapped these shots as we did our job (canvassing residents within two blocks of the beach to see what assistance they needed). We were only allowed in the area, which is heavily guarded, by virtue of our volunteer identification. These are only a few snapshots. Unfortunately I missed the waterlogged car deposited in someone's front yard, and cannot convey the sound (or the smell) of all those generators running pumps to empty all those flooded houses.

Makeshift electrical outlet panel outside the Borough Hall, to charge phones and run laptops.

A few hours later, every outlet was full, and this is one of two panels.

The Hall is running on generator power.

Ocean Avenue at 13th Avenue (our assigned street) looking south.

Same vantage point, looking north.

Front loaders have cleaned up the mountains of sand that must have been in the streets,

but the front yards of the houses are essentially dunes at the moment.

What is left of the boardwalk.

Another boardwalk remnant.

Power crews everywhere (only 5% of the town currently has power)...

from everywhere. We also saw trucks from Indiana, Virginia, Michigan, Florida and Ohio.

All those lineman from all over the country, coming to help, really made me tear up.

An unbelievable amount of donations rolling in, but this was our favorite.

Waggin', get it?

FULL of pet food, litter, crates, you name it.

No one could say it better.