On January 1, 2017, I knit the first row of a 365 row afghan. I can only knit one row a day if I stay on track. If I don’t, I have to catch-up knit. By that, I mean that I have to knit the rows of the days I missed.
My daughter saw the idea on Pinterest. A gradient of temperatures are created and one color yarn assigned to each range.
These are the yarn colors for temperature ranges from coldest on the left to warmest on the right.
The knitter checks the high temperature everyday, and then knits the row in the color for that temperature range.
This shows the temperature ranges (left) that match each color
It is really quite exciting. Not only will the knitter have a wonderful temperature history for the year, but also a cozy, warm afghan in which to wrap on cool evenings.
I added one row of white yarn for March 21, the day my beloved Golden Retriever, Gracie, died. My sons, who ask me daily if I knitted my row, and I wanted to add this special row to my afghan to remember the day of her passing. We chose white, because it would stand out.
Gracie in Autumn
I waited until today, March 31, because I wanted to show the afghan as far as possible. Unfortunately, because I spend my evenings writing, I am a bit behind.
Temperature Afghan as of March 21, 2017
Think of me next March, wrapped in this snuggly and completed (I hope) afghan, writing my slice. I’ll be smiling!
“She’s so slow,” said Tommy with exasperation.
“Hi, Mom!” added the blue-eyed brother.
“Hi,” I responded, “Where are Jimmy and Maggie?”
“Jimmy’s waiting for Maggie. It’s his day,” Tommy said over his shoulder as I watched the two brothers fly down the stairs to the basement.
BAM! The door flew open five minutes later, and in stomped my third son. “Why is she so slow?” Jimmy asked me as he grabbed a chocolate chip cookie off the plate with avocado flowers that sat innocently on the island. “I had to wait forever at the top of the hill.” Then, reaching out his hand, he grabbing the doorknob, opened the basement door, and followed his brothers down the stairs.
“Hi, Mommy,” came a little girl voice behind me, a voice bubbling with excitement. My little-girl daughter eagerly looked up into my eyes, her hand outstretched. A golden ball of dandelions was held securely in her chubby little-girl hand. A warm feeling spread in my heart like hot fudge sauce on ice cream. My eyes lit with a wonder glow as I reached out my hand and gingerly took the offering. Bending down, my lips kissed her rosy cheek.
“Thank you, Honey! They’re so pretty. Let’s put them in some water.” A little dried beef jar became the vase that humbly displayed this sweet gift. No fancy, store-bought bouquet could rival their beauty in my heart.
Now, many years have passed. I look back to those days of childhood innocence when all of God’s creation was delightful and enchanting. I gaze back to my little girl child, my sweet, little girl-child daughter who loved to bring me wilted dandelion bouquets and wild snapdragons with love in her eyes and joy in her heart.
Trying to get home. Not happening.
So many whys-
Why do letters make sounds
and sounds make words
and words make ideas
and ideas change the world?
Why does one man love one woman
and why is that woman the one?
Why does that man become the one
to that woman?
Why does love kindle desire
and desire bring babies
and babies grow love?
Why does time go by
and people grow old
and people pass away
and why does time leave us…alone?
I can tell you right now the name of fellow slicer who gave me my first-ever comment when I was a brand-new member of the Slice of Life community last year. Why can I remember her? It was shocking and thrilling and invigorating, all at once. I have thought a lot about comments over the past year. I have thought how I have appreciated each comment and have enjoyed commenting on the slices of others. In light of all that thinking, here are my thoughts on commenting. What idea can you add to this list?
Ten Reasons Why Commenting is Important
- Commenting gives bloggers something to read when they check their blogs zillions of times a day just to check for comments. Yea! Someone stopped by…
- Commenting shows the writer has an “authentic” audience, something all writers need and crave.
- Commenting helps writers and commenters become long-distance friends. I have gotten comments from people in Thailand and Australia and Pennsylvania and…
- Commenting sends sympathy when slices speak of sadness; encouragement when slices reveal discouragement; reassurance when slices show vulnerability; and cheers when slices are celebrations.
- Comments identify favorite lines or phrases. Wow! Someone liked that part…
- Commenting blesses the commenter. The blessing can be an inspiration, a new form to try out, a new idea, a chuckle, a tear, or the connection to a long-lost memory.
- Commenting tells the slicer that their teaching or coaching idea may be borrowed by the commenter. What a thrill!
- Commenting expresses the excitement of seeing the world through the eyes, words, or perspectives of others. Did I mention the photographs of others, too?
- Commenting is the laughter bubbling up from the humor in the slice.
- Commenting is the bridge that connects writers!
I’ll be watching for your comment today…thank you…and please share your ideas about commenting.
Her eyes locked on mine; she became still. “What is that big story you are telling me?” I asked in a quiet voice pitched a bit higher than normal.
Her brows came together just a bit as she worked to get her lips to make an O shape. Then, “ooo” she replied
“You’re talking to me,” I answered with a little smile. “Ooo,” I added.
Again, the little brows furrowed. “Ooo-ooo,” and the corners of her lips turned up. Her eyes were still locked on mine.
Awe filled me. Mabel is learning to talk. This is how language is acquired. What a miracle.
Some may say that these were random baby sounds, but I know better. This was communication between Mabel and me. She was answering me by trying to imitate the words I was making. Mabel is learning to talk!
The time has gone fast today. We visited some old friends (about 96 years old and about 91 years old). When we were younger and my youngest children were only a month or two old, my husband traveled all the time. This couple became like a third set of grandparents. My parents lived 500 miles away, and there is nothing like family when you are far away. That was in a different state and 22 years ago. Now our “grandparents” live in our state, only over an hour away. We visited them today. Returning some of the love they gave us when we needed it so much.
I woke early.
I checked again.
I put out the kisses.
I delivered the PD.
Spring’s sunny face was smiling
She peeked amidst ol’ Winter’s clouds
And warmed us through and through.
I wish she’d come and play again
And disperse ol’ Winter’s gloom.
Today my friend is hiding;
She’s nowhere to be found.
When will she come again to play
And make my spirit soar?
When, oh, when will Spring come back
And peek-a-boo once more?
This slice idea was “borrowed” from Teri Cote who “borrowed” it from Terierrol. Thanks to both!
- One Lord, Jesus Christ
- Two brothers and two sisters whom I dearly love
- Three identities: Wife, Mother, Teacher
- Four years older is my husband than me
- Five is the time I get up in the morning to go to the gym
- Six beautiful children (4 boys + 2 girls)
- Seven colors of yarn in my temperature afghan so far this year
- Eight hours I wish I could sleep each night!
- Nine is the date of my birth and the number of states in which I lived
- Ten years difference between my oldest and youngest child
- Eleven is the date of my wedding and multiplied by 3 equals years married
- Twelve is the number of the month that has my favorite holiday, Christmas
- Thirteen times I moved to a different state or country in my life