Meredith Kendall's Blog, page 20
April 22, 2016
Moorit
It's an unusual color: creamy reddish.
The fleece had a short staple and a fine crimp. I washed and spun it, as usual. The yarn came out kind of stiff. Now I'm knitting it into a sweater and the sweater is kind of stiff. It's like memory foam. I squeeze it and it holds the shape at first, but then slowly resumes its former form. It seems alive.
Will someone want to wear it? The color is gorgeous, but the texture. I keep thinking I should rip it out and make a rug or blanket instead. Who wants a stiff heavy sweater? Will it soften up with washing and wearing?
*sigh* I've spent hours and hours on it and I want to rip the whole thing apart and start over.
The fleece had a short staple and a fine crimp. I washed and spun it, as usual. The yarn came out kind of stiff. Now I'm knitting it into a sweater and the sweater is kind of stiff. It's like memory foam. I squeeze it and it holds the shape at first, but then slowly resumes its former form. It seems alive.
Will someone want to wear it? The color is gorgeous, but the texture. I keep thinking I should rip it out and make a rug or blanket instead. Who wants a stiff heavy sweater? Will it soften up with washing and wearing?
*sigh* I've spent hours and hours on it and I want to rip the whole thing apart and start over.
trim and a wax
Went to a new place for a haircut.
Left the old place because my fav cutter, Bri, left, and of course they wouldn't tell me where. I tried a different one there but my hair kept getting stuck in her scissors, and tugged, and that hurt. Plus they were kind of snooty. Except for Bri, but she's gone.
So the new place. Four cutters were hanging out when I walked in. Cheerful giggling young ladies. I asked for a trim. "You want a wax too?"
I thought about washing my car in the winter. I go to a cement building and pay $2. I spray my car with soapy water, cleaning off the salt and sand. Then rinse. Sometimes I spray it with hot wax at the end. I imagined the cutter cutting and then spraying my hair into a wax helmet. That would be weird.
OH. Eyebrows, mustaches, and possibly other places. I realized. "Just a trim," I said.
Left the old place because my fav cutter, Bri, left, and of course they wouldn't tell me where. I tried a different one there but my hair kept getting stuck in her scissors, and tugged, and that hurt. Plus they were kind of snooty. Except for Bri, but she's gone.
So the new place. Four cutters were hanging out when I walked in. Cheerful giggling young ladies. I asked for a trim. "You want a wax too?"
I thought about washing my car in the winter. I go to a cement building and pay $2. I spray my car with soapy water, cleaning off the salt and sand. Then rinse. Sometimes I spray it with hot wax at the end. I imagined the cutter cutting and then spraying my hair into a wax helmet. That would be weird.
OH. Eyebrows, mustaches, and possibly other places. I realized. "Just a trim," I said.
April 21, 2016
cameras
A good camera is expensive.
I have a cheapo $100 Canon point & shoot. Works great, love it, fits in my pocket.
But those stunning astonishing photos: birds in a marsh or soaring. Close up of a flower. People so focused you can see the buttons, the freckles, the hair.
Those crisp far and near photos, those come from expensive cameras. I looked at some gorgeous photos online, then researched the cameras associated with those photos. Those cameras start at $1500, and that's just the body. Lenses are another $1000-2000. Oh.
What if you drop it?
In a pond. Or the ocean.
Or a toddler throws it, or you sit on it?
I have a cheapo $100 Canon point & shoot. Works great, love it, fits in my pocket.
But those stunning astonishing photos: birds in a marsh or soaring. Close up of a flower. People so focused you can see the buttons, the freckles, the hair.
Those crisp far and near photos, those come from expensive cameras. I looked at some gorgeous photos online, then researched the cameras associated with those photos. Those cameras start at $1500, and that's just the body. Lenses are another $1000-2000. Oh.
What if you drop it?
In a pond. Or the ocean.
Or a toddler throws it, or you sit on it?
a sense of smell
Was in the middle of a hypersensitivity reaction to spring pollen. You know, "allergies."
Was blowing my nose and washing my hands a lot. Went through a lot of kleenex and soap. Opened a new bottle of hand soap. Coconut, mmmm. I took a sniff. Hey! Unscented! What's up with that? Ok, maybe I could add a few drops of essential oil or cologne. I found an old small bottle of cologne and opened it. Huh. So old the scent was all gone. I dumped it down the drain. Tried another, same thing. Huh. Another.
Wait a minute. Sniffed the toothpaste: nothing. Some highly scented lotion. Perfume, eucalyptus oil, new rose-scented foundation, the toothpaste again. Nothing nothing nothing. I couldn't smell. No smell, no taste. I couldn't taste. What is the point of eating if one can't taste? Part of me was gone, maybe forever. Part of life. Gone.
Not that I always and immediately go for the worst possible outcome.
Well, it would be ok at work. When I take students to the nursing home and hospital, it would be ok to not smell the smells. Bright side.
This morning I could smell a little. Now, yes. A miracle, a blessing of life! Smell. I can smell again.
Was blowing my nose and washing my hands a lot. Went through a lot of kleenex and soap. Opened a new bottle of hand soap. Coconut, mmmm. I took a sniff. Hey! Unscented! What's up with that? Ok, maybe I could add a few drops of essential oil or cologne. I found an old small bottle of cologne and opened it. Huh. So old the scent was all gone. I dumped it down the drain. Tried another, same thing. Huh. Another.
Wait a minute. Sniffed the toothpaste: nothing. Some highly scented lotion. Perfume, eucalyptus oil, new rose-scented foundation, the toothpaste again. Nothing nothing nothing. I couldn't smell. No smell, no taste. I couldn't taste. What is the point of eating if one can't taste? Part of me was gone, maybe forever. Part of life. Gone.
Not that I always and immediately go for the worst possible outcome.
Well, it would be ok at work. When I take students to the nursing home and hospital, it would be ok to not smell the smells. Bright side.
This morning I could smell a little. Now, yes. A miracle, a blessing of life! Smell. I can smell again.
April 19, 2016
good hair, bad face
Eeeeuw.
That's what everyone said. As they jumped back. Shock and horror on their faces.
The herbal remedies don't seem to be working. I can't stop coughing, sneezing, and wiping my nose. I had important meetings, so I went in to work. That's when all the eeeeuwing and jumping happened. Everyone told me to go home, so I did. Excused myself from the important meetings. Darn, what a waste of a good hair day.
That's what everyone said. As they jumped back. Shock and horror on their faces.
The herbal remedies don't seem to be working. I can't stop coughing, sneezing, and wiping my nose. I had important meetings, so I went in to work. That's when all the eeeeuwing and jumping happened. Everyone told me to go home, so I did. Excused myself from the important meetings. Darn, what a waste of a good hair day.
April 18, 2016
Jedi lightsaber?
Do you think we pull in Reiki like a beam of light? Do we pull it in through our head, feet, or elbows? Do we shoot it out through our hands like a Jedi with a lightsaber?
Or maybe it's just everywhere, all around, all the time. Maybe it's quiet, pervasive, and omnipresent. Gentle like grass. Like a cloud. Maybe we just tune in, or awaken to it.
Or maybe it's just everywhere, all around, all the time. Maybe it's quiet, pervasive, and omnipresent. Gentle like grass. Like a cloud. Maybe we just tune in, or awaken to it.
Do you think we pull in Reiki like a beam of light? Do we...
Do you think we pull in Reiki like a beam of light? Do we pull it in through our head, feet, or elbows? Do we shoot it out through our hands like a Jedi with a lightsaber?
Or maybe it's just everywhere, all around, all the time. Maybe it's quiet, pervasive, and omnipresent. Gentle like grass. Like a cloud. Maybe we just tune in, or awaken to it.
Or maybe it's just everywhere, all around, all the time. Maybe it's quiet, pervasive, and omnipresent. Gentle like grass. Like a cloud. Maybe we just tune in, or awaken to it.
Pollen
Environmental sensitivities? Here's my regimen. Echinacea and goldenseal tincture: a few drops several times a day. Elderberry syrup, local organic. Tasty enough for pancakes. A spoonful morning and night.
Drink lots of herbal tea.
Perhaps an NSAID, but use cautiously, sparingly.
Shower in the evening; rinse off that pollen before bed.
Should maybe try a neti pot, but... no. No neti.
Trees will leaf out soon, relief.
Drink lots of herbal tea.
Perhaps an NSAID, but use cautiously, sparingly.
Shower in the evening; rinse off that pollen before bed.
Should maybe try a neti pot, but... no. No neti.
Trees will leaf out soon, relief.
Reiki evening
This is a class I teach every other month. It's open to the public. Some people come every time. Four people came this evening; three repeats and one new.
The pollen is high right now, and my throat was a little sore. I sipped hot chamomile tea, and it felt better to sip than to speak. So I sat back. Sipped. They spoke.
I learned so much from them, about them, and about myself. I realized how much I usually try to control the content and flow of information. I felt grateful to them for putting up with my control-freakishness. Grateful for their sharing. Grateful for the companionship, respect, and connection I feel at these Reiki evenings.
The pollen is high right now, and my throat was a little sore. I sipped hot chamomile tea, and it felt better to sip than to speak. So I sat back. Sipped. They spoke.
I learned so much from them, about them, and about myself. I realized how much I usually try to control the content and flow of information. I felt grateful to them for putting up with my control-freakishness. Grateful for their sharing. Grateful for the companionship, respect, and connection I feel at these Reiki evenings.
