After seventeen years of moving plow turds by hand, I finally broke down and bought a snowblower. It will be delivered on Thursday. Meanwhile, I'm doing additional winter prep by letting the generator run for a while this afternoon.
That's all the yarn left from the beaded stole. I'm so glad I didn't have to rip it back to finish! If the weather forecast holds and we actually get sun for two days, maybe I'll try to block the stole tomorrow.
My next task is to wind the skeins of flaming yellow merino/cashmere into balls so that I can start Emma's poncho.
Thanks for the kind comments about Bear. Cookie is coping much better than I had expected. Mostly she gets confused at mealtimes when there's no competitive eating but otherwise isn't freaking out the way she did when Bear was hospitalized for three days two years ago. And she's letting Huey sit in my lap while she's in the room, which is definitely a first. I, on the other hand, keep expecting to see Bear or step over him - I'm sure he thought his last name was "Movedammit". I did collect his stuffed toys, washed them, and dropped them off (except for his favorite duckie) at the local SPCA this afternoon. Cookie doesn't like stuffed toys, so at least some less fortunate dogs can enjoy them.
Fiber work still marches along. I'm nearly through the last ball of yarn for the beaded alpaca/merino/tussah stole and am playing the "how many repeats can I do before I have to save yarn for the edging" game. And I realized that my garage tent will do nicely as a winter blocking area. It gets very warm inside when the sun is out, so I just need to have a day at freezing or above, and I can block lace inside the tent without fear of bird droppings, bugs, leaves or whatever.
There's not much fiber news to report. I'm still working diligently (more or less) on the beaded stole; hence it grows. I did stop by the spinning guild meeting for a little while this morning with the beaded stuff and demonstrated the add-a-bead-with-crochet-hook technique for a bunch of folks. Much forehead-smacking ensued.
Bear is holding his own at the moment, but he probably only has a few months left. I can't put him through all the tests necessary (including bone marrow biopsies) to see if chemotherapy could work when his age already means that he's not likely to live much longer. It would be different if a) the original needle biopsies had given us a definite diagnosis or b) he were a cat and could probably look forward to 2 to 6 years more.
On a brighter note, I've got an interview on Tuesday for a job that could be interesting. It's only part-time at the moment and is funding-dependent to make it full-time later on, but even part-time, it would pay better than unemployment. Plus, I'd still have time to do freelance video work and/or try to sell some of my shawls and/or maybe write up patterns for sale.
We had a nifty lake effect squall last night that completely coated the ground, and it's very cold out. Cookie snarfled her way through the background, although she looked disappointed that it wasn't deep enough to bury her head in.
I haven't started the yellow poncho yet, because I'm about halfway through the beaded alpaca/merino/tussah stole and would like to finish it first. The pattern for the poncho is charted and waiting to be proof-read.
Bear's needle aspirations were inconclusive, and the only way to get more info is through exploratory surgery. He wasn't very interested in his lunch today, although he did eventually eat it. That may just be his joint pain flaring up - at least I hope so, since I can do something about that.
The yellow yarn has finally dried, but I haven't charted the increases yet. Since I don't really feel like working at the computer, the chart may have to wait until tomorrow.
My six year old niece Emma desperately wants a poncho. Fortunately, my mother managed to talk her out of the cheesy one in the store, and after my discussion with Emma yesterday ("What color do you want?" "What colors do you have?" "I can dye any color." "Oh, then I want yellow."), I dyed a pound or so of 2/8 merino/cashmere from Webs this afternoon. I've picked a stitch pattern, and I'm going to head downtown tomorrow to look for large beads as accents. (Glitter Is Good, particularly when you're 6!)
The rest of the week has sucked. Aside from the election (TBogg sums it up rather nicely, and does anyone know someone in Canada who needs a crack multimedia person? Nova Scotia and Ontario would be my first choices ...), I learned that Bear almost certainly has cancer. The exact type is not known yet, since the results of the needle aspirations won't be back for a few days. He was hurting a lot from the biopsy but fortunately is feeling a little better now. I'm just hoping I've got his runny bowels retrained to daylight hours instead of the 1 to 2 am period ...