. . . and on . . .

Well, they came, they looked, they were angry, they left . . .

This is what happens when there is either poor communication or poor understanding. When all this kerfuffle began about the ceiling re-do, my understanding was that the team would work on the bedrooms first, then the other rooms. What I got last Tuesday was that we were to have had the rooms completely empty, which they were not. Apart from the antique table (oak, double-pedestal, heavy and large), the antique dresser with mirror and the looms, none of which could be put out on the balcony and all of which are awkward to move (and of course we want them not damaged), there was more than I’d anticipated of things still to be boxed up and moved out. It’s been a long, hard road. I had explained about the antiques and the looms when this all started, but I guess no-one was paying attention. So Mum was threatened with eviction again. When I asked ‘what do we do now?’, meaning can I move the plants out of the bathtub, bring in clothing and other essentials, etc., we got no answer. Still waiting. I’m picking up potting soil tomorrow morning, then we will re-pot on Saturday and maybe Sunday.

That’s not all the news, though. The storage units here have been sold, so the deal I’ve had for a lower price will end by December. So I’ve been very lucky; one of my sisters has offered to let me use a credit card she doesn’t need to pay for a shipping container, which her partner can get at a slight discount. I’ll be able to pay for the transportation of it as well. I have struck a deal with my friends Mr. and Mrs. Crafty. They won’t charge me to store the container on their property and I will give them the container once I am done with it; probably several years from now. Next summer I plan to move the rest of my things from B.C.; the storage fees can go into paying off the credit card and I will finally be able to sort and dispose of much of what I’ve collected over the years.

I will continue to store yarn at the Crafty residence in town here, as they won’t move to the property for about five years. So I hope to make a dent in it once this all settles down.

I’m pretty tired from the stress, lack of sleep, etc. I do my best not to worry, but some days I do feel overwhelmed. Last night I woke suddenly and was awake for over three hours, finally resorting to reading and then Sudoku on my phone to numb my active mind.

Today I spent at the Crafty home sorting out details and relaxing with some Bavarian crochet. Oh, and they took me to the craft store to buy more white skeins so I can complete the set; hopefully before Christmas.  Tomorrow afternoon, we are going up to the property again, this time to make sure the site for the container is clear enough and to measure the radius required by the delivery truck. I think the container is about 40-odd feet long and 8 feet wide, but I will have exact measurements tomorrow.

So, no photos again, sorry. And no comments replied to, either. Sorry about that. I’ll catch up one day, though.

You are all in my thoughts and prayers, regardless of your situations. Energy always helps, I feel. I’ll be back with more update when possible. Big hugs from up north, where we are being blessed with unusual autumn weather (another reason for the rush to get the container situated). See you all soon.  ~ Linne

Still keeping on . . .

Hi, everyone! No photos, sorry (no time); next time I should have some.

Still not done with the packing, but getting close. The team is coming tomorrow!! and they hope to be done in one day. I sure hope so, as I’m back at my Aunty’s the following day and I need to get things ready for that. Mum will go to my sister’s for the day, but will take a small suitcase in case she has to spend the night. I’m going to hover in the neighbourhood in case I am needed. I don’t really want anyone moving the large antique table or the many loom parts without my being there to supervise.

Once they are done and gone, we start the process of bringing things back in, sorting and arranging. No comment . . .

I did take Saturday off and spent it with Mr. and Mrs. Crafty, with a few hours at their daughter and son-in-law’s ‘farm’ near Westlock, north of here, then on to see their new property. It was slightly windy and the sun was warm; we walked all the way around the ten acre plot; fairly rough as we followed the new fence line. The back is against Crown land, which to me is ideal; it’s like having a park without the taxes and maintenance . . . We saw stumps scratched by a bear and a few deer tracks; a few other markings that I couldn’t identify. No wildlife, though, and only a few small birds. It was so good to not hear any sound of humans for so long!

They won’t move out there for probably four or five years, but they have a good neighbour who keeps an eye on the place for them. With the new fencing up, the ‘quadders’ can’t drive across the land anymore, which is good, but there’s always a chance of someone coming through the fence. I hate that such thoughts must even cross my mind. When I was young, we never locked the house and my Dad left the keys in the car while he and Mum did the weekly shopping. Better than now, I think.

I didn’t want to take the large Bavarian with me to work on after we got back (the Crafties smoke and the smell gets into fabric and yarn), so I took two balls of yarn and began another Bavarian that will be one of those slated for the grandkidlets. This one’s not as fancy as the large “Violets in the Snow” one; just the standard, simple two-colour work.

My Aunty was just up again to visit with Mum, so I had enough time to write a short post. Now she’s off home and I’m back to bagging and shifting . . . Dorcas the Dutiful (my kefir) will be going into the fridge tonight, so I hope she is ready for a cool rest, too.

I’ve not kept up with comments, but will likely catch up once things settle down again. I apologize for that. I do read them on my iPhone, so don’t feel you have cast your seeds to the wind . . . I’ve dropped in on a few blogs, too, but not as much as I’d like and have not left comments. In spite of the weather about to descend on us, I’m sorta looking forward to this winter and to staying in, knitting and crocheting, who knows??

Love to you all and thanks for hanging in during this time. I appreciate every one of you so much! Hope your autumns and springs are bringing you many blessings . . .  ~ Linne

Visiting: Gabe’s small-scale mushroom startup


Thinking of growing mushrooms? You may find this interesting . . . ~ Linne

Originally posted on Milkwood: homesteading skills for city & country:

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One of the most delightful things that comes out of our courses is when we hear stories months, or sometimes years, later about students heading off to start their own enterprises based on what they’ve learnt.

Even better when that comes full circle and those students start supplying us with materials to teach the next lot of students – as happened recently! 

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Empathy paradise: Students at a Jewish Day School reflect on Zak Ebrahim’s experience growing up with an extremist Muslim father


One of the best school lessons I’ve read about . . . good for adults as well as children. ~ Linne

Originally posted on TED Blog:


Students at the Davis Academy in Georgia contemplated the differences—and similarities—between Zak Ebrahim’s experience and their own. Photo: Twitter/@sbbEZas123

With Rosh Hashanah fast approaching, Sara Beth Berman of the Davis Academy in Atlanta, Georgia, wanted to create a lesson for the school’s middle school students around the ideas of empathy and forgiveness.

“In the month preceding the Jewish New Year, we talk a lot about how to forgive, how to accept forgiveness, and how do you want to be better in the new year,” says Berman, the experiential educator at this Jewish day school. “I was working on finding something to teach on these topics. And I was coming up short.”

[ted_talkteaser id=2024]But an a-ha moment came when one of her colleagues, Judaic studies teacher Samara Schwartz, forwarded her a TED Talk all about the life-altering things that happen when we dare to have empathy: Zak Ebrahim’s “I am the…

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Come wash with me


If you are interested in Finland, New Zealand, travel, living in another country, food, etc. etc. etc. – then you will likely find much here to enjoy. My friend who grew up in Finland shared this with me and I’m smitten . . .

Originally posted on Hey Helsinki:

We brought one big rug amongst our household things to Finland and apart from the occasional vacuum it doesn’t get a whole lot of attention. If we are going to have an authentic Finnish experience however, it seems we will have to beat it.

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A communal rug beater in an apartment block in Lappeenranta

 Most Finnish homes are not carpeted and instead are furnished with a few rugs of various sizes. Effective heating removes the need for carpet and there seems to be a commonly held belief that carpets are unhygienic.


 So outside most apartment buildings and homes you will find a structure for hanging rugs while you beat them. This seems to be something of a summer ritual, however I have read accounts of people laying rugs out in the snow to harden them up before beating them.


 Traditionally, washing rugs has been something of an event down by the lakes…

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The Voyage through the Virtual Village continues (part 1)

I’m back up at my Mum’s tonight and doing a bit of catchup; how delightful to see this post by one of my many favourite villagers, Mr. 23 Thorns! Three more to come . . .

If you haven’t read his post yet, you’re in for a treat . . .

The weather has warmed up and is now just right for the packing I have planned for tomorrow and Friday. I’m planning to be done by Sunday at the latest, so we can get this over with and then I can start moving things back indoors before the real snow arrives . . .

I’m apologizing now for the lack of photos this week; I just haven’t taken many and some I took with the iPod, so they have to be transferred to the hard drive. No time yet.

I found seeds in a couple of Mandarin oranges a while back and now they have sprouted and been planted in with one of the houseplants. I know, we need more plants, especially trees . . .

I’ve been busy and not upstairs for long this past week, but I’ve been working on the Violets in the Snow Bavarian Afghan and here’s where it’s up to today:


This couch is six feet between the arms; the afghan is now nearly six feet side to side. It’s a bit heavy and surprisingly warm. I had no idea they could grow so large . . . ;-)


As you can see, there are now seven rows of white motifs bordering the purple row. And it doesn’t show here, but I’ve made a good start on the eighth row; I’m planning on eleven rows of white motifs, then finishing up with a final row of the purple.

But, there may be a slight detour, as I’m about to begin a pair of slippers for my Aunty, whose old ones finally wore out. As well, a friend of mine from Victoria has requested six pairs for her and her room-mate. So I’ll get right on that, once the packing is finished. I’m going to use chunky yarn or else a combination of yarns, so they should go quite quickly. I found one pattern a few minutes ago, so  even if my book of patterns is packed,, I’ll manage. Of course, there are always patterns on Ravelry, too. I  know I bought at least one and it’s on the computer, so I can just print it out. Pictures will be posted, but not for a bit . . .

Your music for the week is the entire hourlong ‘unplugged‘ concert by Eric Clapton. If he’s not your thing, no worries . . .

I’m waiting now for the results from tomorrow’s vote on Independence for Scotland. I have mixed feelings about it, as it’s not a change I really want to see, but either way, I hope people find a way to make things work and for them to be content, if not satisfied, with the results. I’d hate to see Canada broken up, too, but I know there are a few who want it, including some idiot who wanted Vancouver Island to secede from the rest of the country. Not sure what he thought we’d do for an economy, but I think his eye was only on being the biggest frog in a shrinking pond. Other than that, on the one hand, I think smaller countries might work better, but only if no large ones are allowed to exist; otherwise, the small ones will continue to be at the mercy of the larger and, historically, that hasn’t worked out so well most times. Even now, when I heard that the EU is demanding that much of Ireland’s forests be cut, it makes me heartsick and worried. But changes come and go and we must just get stuck in, as my friends say, and make our bit of the earth a cheerful and loving place. No-one can take that from us. We shall ‘over-grow’ the powers that think they be . . . and I’m content with that . . .

Now, thanks for listening to me rant; go read Mr. 23 Thorns’ post and get your smile for the week . . .

p.s.  the Happy Hibiscus has one more bud burgeoning happily by the window, but I didn’t get a photo yet; this may be the last of the year and I can’t believe how many there have been, close to two dozen, I think. That plant brings me joy every day!


That 4-letter word and a Full Stop in 60 seconds . . .

No, not the blog . . . :-) . . . the summer!
Here’s what I woke to a few hours ago:



A few hours later:



Still coming down, but likely will not stick . . . I hope!

We had the first official snow in southern Alberta on the 3rd.

The Happy Hibiscus had 3 blooms open simultaneously for the first time ever, but I waited too long to capture them; here you can see what remains of two of them:

I think she feels a wee bit sad . . .

Well, back to packing and then lunch; for some reason salad doesn’t have the appeal of only a few days ago . . .

Saturday, the temperature was 25C; today it’s 2C and expected ‘high’ will be 4C.

Nuff said, don’t you think?

Well, one more thing: my Mum just gave me my birthday card (ok, now I’m outed, I know, and before you ask, I’m 68, closing fast on the big 70) and in it was this photo:

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That’s me, nearly a year and a half old, when we lived in Blubber Bay on Texada Island, BC, I was an only child then . . . my Auntie Al (Alida), who was my Mum’s next older sister, and my Uncle Pete, her husband and also my Dad’s next older brother, lived next to us then, along with my cousin Mike, who was about one when this was taken. The men worked in the Vananda mine (a surface mine, not underground) and the women worked together, sharing housework and taking care of Mike and me. The two families lived like this, sometimes even sharing accommodations, for quite a few years and to us, Auntie Al was like another Mum. Good days . . . the best, really. One of my Mum’s cousins knitted that sweater and Mum likely made the mittens, but they may have come with the hat; it looks purchased. Snow is such fun when it comes for only a week or two, isn’t it?