Transition. I am in transition. For over a decade prior to 2017 my holidays were spent with my in-laws. Nice people, but we have never become close. By the time I entered their world, they had their traditions and daily lives, and I was not a part of them. I always felt like I had entered someone else’s high school reunion; I rarely knew the verbal shorthand or got the inside joke. I was an …
Ken always liked a deal. I also like a deal. Within a couple weeks two places have offered yarn discounted at 50%! That is a deal. And I took advantage of it, and bought several skeins of Merino wool for projects. When Ken was alive he held skeins so I could wind balls. Now he is gone, and a friend showed me her basic swift and ball winder. …
I love soup. Since Ken’s death I like making batches of soup. I can heat up a bowl and return quickly to the task at hand. Last Tuesday I made three batches: squash from a bland squash, cream of broccoli from some broccoli on the edge of freezer burn, and some chicken wild rice. Today it was lentil with onion, tomato, bell and hot pepper, carrots, and soup stock
