Midnight Knitter

The Wannabe Covid Books

Maybe you have caught on to what is going on with me these days. It’s been almost two months since I first became ill with some crazy virus (?) that had all the symptoms of Covid-19 but tested negative the two times that I checked. The doctor that I dragged myself in to see felt that I indeed had covid and proceeded on that assumption in his treatment recommendations. Ugh. I slowly recovered from the initial illness, but I didn’t get better. Fibromyalgia! declared my rheumatologist. We’re treating that and I am getting better (I can now get up and do stuff around the house for a couple of hours at a time. This is huge!) because I can finally read and write again. And knit! I am finally able to knit several times a week now as long as I give myself a recovery day or two each time because all my tendons hate me, evidently. Never mind, this is progress, people!

Anyway, I’m writing again. I have so many blog post ideas that I’ve been mulling over during my down time… fasten your seatbelt, here comes another!!

Hannah is enjoying her box fort while I’m writing this.

Unable to sit up for more than a half hour, and unable to concentrate enough to read, I spent my down time burrowed under the covers, flanked by neglected cats, binge watching online shows and listening to audiobooks. I listened to some really great books during this time! I’ve been mulling over how to talk about them for the last couple of weeks, and I have to admit that my choices and reactions to these books are influenced by my covid/fibromyalgia state when I listened to them.

Kind of an eclectic mix of books, right? There is a kind of nebulous theme going on, though, if you are willing to cut me a lot of slack. Each of these books is about people in a closed and isolated community making sense of their situation, creating workarounds that let them function in spite of formidable obstacles, and emerging in the end with some type of closure.

Tom Lake: It is the lockdown. It is also apple picking season at the family-owned orchard. All three girls in the family have come home, and the mother tells them all the story of her early life as they struggle to get the crop in with limited help from workers because… lockdown. All the drama of their lives is rehashed and worked out as the mother recounts her early years as an actress, her involvement in a summer theater company at Tom Lake (and her involvement with a budding actor who would go on to fame), and the decisions that she made that led her to this life in an apple orchard. This is a book about isolation, choices, values, and ultimately the power of women.

The Heaven & Earth Grocery Store: Wow. Imagine, if you will, a marginalized community called Chicken Hill that is made of intersecting Jewish and Black families. Imagine, if you will, clever strategies to outmaneuver the powers-that-be in order to flourish in a world where you are considered to be a powerless second-class citizen. Imagine characters who will steal your heart, break your heart, and then heal it right up again. Imagine the good guys winning in the end, and the villain of our story getting his just deserts. Imagine a great book. This is it.

The Running Grave: Cormoran Strike and Robin Ellacott are at it again. They’ve taken on a client who has worried concerns about a son living in a non-traditional religious community. Unable to contact the client’s son directly, or to understand what is really happening in this closed society, Robin goes undercover and enters the cult while Cormoran works other aspects of the case from the outside. Oh, boy. This is really, really scary and tense, and absolutely unbelievable and believable at the same time. The beliefs of the cult are frankly outrageous, but at the same time you suspect that it might be possible that something like this actually happens. Closed off from the world, living with the cult in a closed compound, Robin spirals down, pulls herself together, manages to get to the bottom of things, almost dies, escapes, and if you want to know the rest you have to read the book. This was a good one.

Crook Manifesto: I just want to say that I am in utter awe of Colson Whitehead’s command of language. Seriously, I just wanted to copy down all the utterly fabulous mental images that he invoked: perfectly captured, but also peppered with dark humor. Okay, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, we are off to early 1970s Harlem to go on adventures with Ray Carney: family man, furniture store owner, former fence, and an upstanding (retired crook) member of his community. The book, like the one before it (Harlem Shuffle), is told in three parts. There’s a story dancing in the background as the reader journeys the three loosely connected parts of the book that involves self-identity, worth, and coming to terms with the past in a way that is meaningful.

Defiance: I’ve been reading this science fiction series for decades now; this is the 22nd book about humans living in a segregated community on an inhabited alien world with one chosen interface/diplomat between the two species, Bren Cameron. This is an intense sociopolitical story that covers a few days in the lives of an isolated group of characters as they attempt to put down a rebellion, ensure the safe resolution of a crisis on a space station overhead, and transition leadership responsibilities during a confusing communications blackout and a concealed agenda by one of the major players. It’s a ride. If you like tricky overthinking about political and social implications with the possibility of violence around every corner, this is the book (and series) for you.

Mateo: I know that Hannah is in this fort somewhere!!

So, there are my books of wannabe Covid. I’m now functioning better with less brain fog and dizziness, but the extreme fatigue and painful muscles/joints goes on. Tonight my right knee has decided that it wants to just lay around and watch shows all day.

Time to look for another good book. And maybe some chocolate. 🙂

The BioGeek Memoirs: Milkweed

Last summer my son and I made several trips to our favorite cat rescue shelter hunting for the right kitten. His wonderful Maine Coon cat had died and his remaining cat, the MONSTER of Hannah’s nightmares, was sad. Obviously, he needed a kitten!

One Caturday in July, we pulled up to discover that the butterfly garden planted in front of the rescue shelter was in full bloom. The most stunning flowers on display were the milkweed.

Can you see the bee on one of the flowers?

Wow, I thought, milkweed! I almost never see it blooming like this; I’m always late to the party and come across it once it has gone to seed. This was pretty amazing, and there was a lot of it. I stayed outside to take pictures while my son went into the shelter to hunt for a kitten. No kitten this day, but I did get great pictures.

Over the years I’ve been steadily adding flowers to my yard that are good for butterflies.

The butterflies in the pictures above are painted ladies and a swallowtail. Butterflies need flowers that are large enough to support their weight and have nectar conveniently available. Milkweed certainly fits that bill, and it is especially important since it is the major food source for the monarch butterfly. Monarchs are the butterflies of my childhood in Southern California, and they have recently been placed on the endangered list. Why are they struggling? Habitat loss, insecticides, a dwindling food supply…

Food supply! Milkweeds are food for monarch butterflies. I was pretty excited to see some more milkweed growing along the road in a field near my house. (Yes, I look for stuff like that. I am a BioGeek. I’m still on the lookout for some nice teasel, but that is another post…)

The picture on the left is of the remaining pods after the flowers were done blooming, and the one on the right is a few weeks later, the pods burst open and the seeds getting ready to fly on the wind like a dandelion to a new location. Cool, right. With luck some of these seeds will find a great place to live and more milkweed will appear in this field over the next few years.

Do monarch butterflies come through Colorado where I live? Why yes, yes they do!! They migrate right through the state in early fall and evidently you can see them in the Denver area. In my yard? Not so much right now. To the east of where I live, Monarch Watch tags and tracks monarch butterflies through their migration and has implemented programs to provide food for the monarchs along the way. Imagine thousands of plots of planted milkweed and other nectar plants put out just for these butterflies and you get the picture. Eventually this field near my house could be one of the stops along the way for these migrating butterflies.

Rosalynn Carter, the former first lady of the United States, died two weeks ago and her memorial service was last Wednesday. It was hard to keep the tears out of my eyes as the people who knew and loved her shared their memories. Recipes that featured mayonnaise. Twenty-dollar bills included in birthday cards. Her strawberry cake recipe. Her love for monarch butterflies. Monarch butterflies!

That’s right. Rosalynn Carter was a driving force for the establishment of butterfly gardens. She made saving the monarch butterfly her personal mission towards the end of her life. There is a Rosalynn Carter Butterfly Trail, and here is where you can register your own butterfly garden. You should have milkweed in that garden, by the way!

Someday I will perhaps find a monarch butterfly in my own yard, because you know some of those milkweed seeds found their way home with me this fall. I’m planting them in the sun where they can hang out with the yarrow, the coneflowers, and the butterfly bush.

Oh, did you forget about the kittens? My son eventually found the two most perfect kittens in the world and his cat ~~Jonesy~~ MONSTER is a very happy boy again.

Update: Knit One, Spin Too just let me know about a new book about milkweed that came out in September called The Milkweed Lands. Who knew there was so much to milkweeds? I just ordered a copy. 🙂

Hannah and the CoalBear: Caturday Report

Hi. I’m Hannah.

Do I look like I’m pretty focused on something?

Today the Mother of Cats and I had such a busy day I’m just now getting around to writing my Caturday report. You wouldn’t believe how much stuff we have been doing! The Mother of Cats went crazy last week and ordered all of this stuff, and the boxes started coming a few days ago.

I just love boxes, don’t you? It was really exciting for the CoalBear and me as the Mother of Cats started opening up the boxes today and dragging out the stuff.

She bought and put together a new printer for me to play with in the bedroom. Yay! I can’t tell you how much fun it is to help her print out patterns and stuff!

She also bought a power shovel to use with the snow this winter, but that isn’t so exciting for us. It was fun helping her put it together, but the best thing was she used the two big boxes that the shovel came in to build a cat fort for me and the CoalBear. There are big doors to zoom through. Little holes that we can use to poke each other, and even tiny holes on the top to let in the light. I spent the afternoon sleeping on top of the biggest box in the sunshine because sometimes that is the best part…

After all the useless boxes (those would be the ones that couldn’t be used in the fort…) were cut into pieces and dragged into the garage the Mother of Cats and I moved upstairs to get serious with the knitting. Do you like this hat that we are working on? It is called the Alpine Bloom Hat, and we made a lot of progress on it this afternoon while listening to a fun book about a cat who lives on a space station protecting the Earth.

This book is great! Look at that cat… she looks a little like me!! She pretty much runs the space station, answers alarms and fires weapons to take care of threats towards humans on the (pretty much ruined) planet below. Her name is Lily (not as nice as Hannah, but still a pretty good name), she is immortal, and she is very smart because she has been uplifted and can talk and has battle armor and everything. Okay, not having thumbs is kind of a problem for her, and it was hard to get everything to work right before she figured out machine assisted speech, but still. How cool would it be to have your very own space station equipped with like a death star type laser weapon, a friend named Sparkles who writes you haikus, and a ghost in the station… oh, wait. Lily is kind of freaked out about the ghost part. The Mother of Cats and I need to listen a little more…

You don’t think that a cat could run a battle station in orbit? Have you met THE MONSTER that comes to visit me sometimes with the Mother of Cat’s son?

MONSTER: I could run a battle station in orbit with one paw behind my back!!

Well, that is all for now. I’m going to see if I can talk the Mother of Cats into giving me some tuna for a bedtime snack.

This is Hannah, signing off.

Weekender Crew Touchdown!

What a knitting journey this has been. The minute I saw The Weekender Crew by Andrea Mowry I wanted to make one. It’s a big, comfy sweater with some cute stylish details (pockets on the front) that I thought would be my best friend all winter long. Dropped shoulders. Long sleeves. Split hem. DK weight yarn. Deep ribbing on a perfect crew neckline. I mean, this was an ideal sweater for me. I went on an online hunt for the yarn and my son drove me to a yarn store up north of me for a birthday yarn shopping event.

Isn’t this just the perfect yarn? I’ve knit with this superwash merino before, and I’ve found it to be soft and squishy with almost perfectly matching skeins.

I cast on in late September and immediately ran into trouble with the cast on. Tubular cast on, to be specific. I think that I’m a pretty accomplished knitter, but definitely that new cast on required a learning curve. I blogged about that whole adventure here. The edge created by the cast on looked really nice, so I patted myself on the back for hanging in there and mastering a new technique and enthusiastically knitted on. I should have realized that the cast on was a harbinger of things to come. This perfectly simple weekend sweater was a great vehicle to learn many new things.

Behold: tubular bind off. I’ve done a type of tubular bind off before, but the one in this pattern required set up rows and a rearrangement of the stitches on the needle to create a perfect, sturdy (stunning) edge that matched that cast on that the sweater started with.

So, now I’d learned a new cast on and a new bind off. Cool. I managed knitting the rest of the sweater and arrived at that wonderful moment when the whole thing gets blocked. This sweater had obvious ripples in the fabric at the transitions between ribbing and the stockinette, so it really did need to be blocked.

Do you see how puffy the body of the sweater is above the ribbing on the bottom? Not the look I’m wanting in the final sweater.

Andrea gives good directions in the pattern on how to block using a good soak, sandwiching the sweater between towels, and then walking on it. Who are you??? I wondered. Have you been channeling my mother… she absolutely would block like this, but there was no way I was walking on my beautiful squishy (expensive) yarn. This yarn is superwash; I’m nervous about it stretching during blocking. While thinking of mom, I suddenly remembered her explaining how to steam the gathers out of a pinned sleeve before sewing it when I was a nervous teenaged seamstress. I decided to go with mom on this blocking adventure… I laid the sweater out on the blocking mats, misted it well with a spray bottle, and then gently steam blocked the gathers away with my iron while the yarn bloomed and the ribbing opened up. Yay!! I covered the damp sweater with towels to dry, and Hannah immediately moved in.

Hannah: Don’t you just love the smell of wet wool in the morning?

Here’s the blocked sweater. Hmmm…. pocket sewing isn’t exactly my forte…

Yep. Time to learn a new skill. Andrea linked to a tutorial on pocket sewing that was extremely helpful, and after letting the sweater sit in a corner over-night, I pulled myself together and tackled the task.

I used a lace weight yarn to outline the exact row of knitting that I was going to stitch into while attaching the pockets with mattress stitch. What a good idea, right? I also followed the tutorial directions in attaching the pocket bottoms, which gave me a perfect bottom edge. Wow. An old knitter can learn new tricks!

Ta-daa! I have the perfect oversized, comfy sweater with lots of polished details that I am going to wear all winter long. I kind of wish that I had made a smaller size now that it is done, but I can always make another one, right? Altogether, a great knit and the perfect birthday project.

Hannah: she couldn’t have done it without me!

The BioGeek flirts with Long-Hauling

It’s been over a month since I first developed Covid-like symptoms and began to spend my days in bed. Like, my bed became my little nest with the detritus of a prolonged illness littering the floor and shelves around it. Outside the world moved through the end of summer; my tree lost all of its leaves, and the garden moved into dormancy. The birds disappeared. The squirrels have remained on the crazy side, but the crickets are now silent. The cats are chasing the last few grasshoppers of summer, but they are almost too cold to hop anymore.

Mateo has used my down time well, destroying his cat tree, removing push pins from the wall hangings, and just being an agent of mayhem in general. Hannah is not impressed.

While the symptoms of “whatever the heck that Covid wannabe virus was” are mostly gone, I’m still struggling big time. Everything, and I do mean everything, hurts. Tendons that I didn’t even know I had are now too painful to touch. Random shooting pain and muscle cramps have become routine. Did I mention the chest pain? I can’t concentrate enough to read; brain fog is driving the bus these days. I can’t knit for more than a few rows at a time as my arms get too heavy to hold up. I am kind of weak and shaky. I’m starting to stare down the depression monster for the first time in years. Did I mention that the fatigue is unreal? Ugh.

Hannah has been supporting my knitting efforts. I’m slowly making progress on my Weekender Crew sweater.

So, there hasn’t been much blogging. There has been, however, some medical testing and trips to doctor offices going on.

Yesterday I finally saw my rheumatologist. “This is just awful,” I told her. “This is fibromyalgia!” she replied. In her opinion, what I’m experiencing is a pretty severe episode of fibromyalgia. I’d already been diagnosed a few years ago, but I’ve never experienced symptoms as bad as this. Sigh. Remember the 15% rule in scleroderma? It says that about 15% of patients with systemic sclerosis (the type of scleroderma that I have) will also have a second autoimmune disease called Sjogren’s. Check, got that. Since Sjogren’s symptoms can look like fibromyalgia I always took that diagnosis with a grain of salt. Now it’s pretty clear that it is a separate condition, and my fibromyalgia is running wild. Like a squirrel. Or Mateo.

Feeling particularly unlucky I drove home thinking about writing an autobiography called Outlier: My life as a singular data point. Seriously, who in their right mind would ever want to be so far off the bell curve? Then the BioGeek emerged, and I thought about Covid long-haulers. I have met some people who have been diagnosed with Long Covid, and I did think at the time that what they were dealing with was an awful lot like one of my flares. Like, an awful lot. Yep. According to this article about a third of Covid long-haulers have “FibroCovid”, a condition that pretty much looks like fibromyalgia. Fabulous. This article suggests that Long Covid is just another name for fibromyalgia. Another article explored the benefits of applying lessons from fibromyalgia research to Long Covid. Thanks, nasty virus that acted like Covid but refused to test positive. Thanks for acting like a nightmare houseguest who leaves a huge mess behind…

This is crazy, right? Covid shares similarities with systemic sclerosis, and long Covid shares similarities with fibromyalgia. The BioGeek in me is interested in all of this, but let’s hope this doesn’t drag on for months.

My rheumatologist has started me on a course of narcotic painkillers as that sometimes pops people out of fibromyalgia flares. I’m taking magnesium as that can also help. My rheumatologist has some more tricks up her sleeve if this doesn’t do it, but I’m relieved to finally have a name for what is happening.

The dedication page on the book I started reading this weekend. I haven’t gotten very far because… brain fog.

Time to kick this thing to the curb (like a zebra!) so I can get back to knitting!!

The BioGeek does Covid

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. I know, I know… lazy, lazy, lazy. This time I have a really good excuse.

I caught Covid!

I think that almost everyone who follows my blog knows that I have a type of scleroderma called systemic sclerosis; this is a progressive autoimmune disease that involves damage to blood vessels, lots of inflammation, and then scarring (fibrosis) of organs. In my case, the worst damage is occurring in my GI tract, my heart and my lungs. Because of the lung complications that I have developed I’m pretty high risk for a severe case of Covid-19, so my doctors have encouraged me (strongly) to get updated Covid-19 vaccines as soon as they are available. Because of my interstitial lung disease, I don’t halt my immunosuppressive drug for these boosters anymore.

So, as soon as the new Covid boosters were available I made an appointment, and on October 12th I got my shot. Yay! I was so excited to get it as I usually feel great for a few weeks after the vaccine. Like… my systemic sclerosis symptoms improve, I get more energy, things stop hurting, I can breathe better… you know, better! I know, I know, this doesn’t make any sense, but it is a well observed phenomenon in the systemic sclerosis community. It’s like there is some crazy connection between that vaccine and our autoimmune condition. It does not happen with any other vaccines.

Vaccines always knock me on my butt at first, though, so I wasn’t surprised that I developed muscle/joint pain, chills, fever and fatigue. I headed to bed expecting to feel better in the morning. Nope. I began coughing, got a sore throat, developed a lot of congestion, and GI symptoms arrived. Three days later I began to suspect that maybe this was actually Covid, and that I had unluckily gotten ill on the same day as the booster. I took an at-home Covid test, which was negative.

I wasn’t too sick to order more yarn on the internet. Look at this amazing sock kit that I bought from Moonglow!

A little aside: I’m pretty sure you don’t already know that Covid-19 and systemic sclerosis share a lot of similarities. Like, a lot. Damage to the vascular system, the production of a lot of inflammatory cytokines (messenger molecules that travel between cells), and then all those symptoms that can include heart and lung complications that result in fibrosis to both organs. (Covid is a fast-moving firestorm, and systemic sclerosis is more like the relentless slow burn version.) The pneumonia that develops in Covid-19 patients looks so much like the inflammatory lung disease in systemic sclerosis (SSc-ILD), it can be hard to sort out which disease is in play when systemic sclerosis patients like me first arrive in the ER. Okay, things never go well in the ER anyway, so I tend to avoid them. Zebra, right? I decided that I was just in a bad flare and suffered on instead of going to the ER.

Two days later, I retested for Covid. Still negative. Still too sick to consider driving anywhere, too sick to sit up and knit, but not sick enough to call 911. I was kind of stuck in limbo. Maybe some level of hell. Covid hell. Anyway, that booster shot had definitely failed me this time!! I spent my days coughing, sleeping and sadly gazing at my new sock yarn propped up on my bookshelf. I kept taking my immunosuppressive drugs and suffered on.

The cats began to live on the bed with me. Good kitties!

After a week of this nonsense, I had improved enough to consider going to a Kaiser Urgent Care to see if they could sort me out. Oh. The doctor there was of the opinion that I had Covid after all, but now it was too late for anti-virals or an infusion of antibodies. I got a chest x-ray, some nice antibiotics, a new drug for my cough, and headed back home to the cats and my unknitted yarn.

Tonight, 16 days later, I’m better. I can sit up and knit at last. Through all of this my oxygen levels never dropped, and while I was sick, I didn’t develop any really serious complications.

So, what have I learned about systemic sclerosis, the drug that I take to control it, and Covid-19? I mean, this is a total BioGeek moment! My mind full of dancing antibodies, failed Covid tests, and mycophenolate pills, I took to the internet for answers. There are some take home lessons that I’ve decided are so interesting that I’m passing them on.

The similarities between systemic sclerosis and Covid-19 are so significant that the two diseases provide understandings that can help in the treatment of both.
The immunosuppressive drug that I take (mycophenolate) to control my immune system’s attack on my lungs can prevent me from producing an antibody response to the vaccine. Okay, I knew that, but I was too sick to think through the implications… because that means…
Immunosuppressive drugs can lead to false negative at-home Covid tests. ~~Those tests are for Covid-19 antibodies; if you can’t make antibodies, then you may have Covid but test negative.~~ Oops. (Correction! My cousin has set me straight… the home tests are detecting viral proteins (antigens), so that theory is blown out of the water! Double oops! The doctor told me the mycophenolate was the cause of the false positive tests, and he was pretty emphatic that I should stay on it. Now I’m wondering if the false positive tests were because mycophenolate has anti-viral properties, as some sources cited in the Lancet paper below have reported.) (Don’t you just love science?!!! )
The same immunosuppressive drug (mycophenolate) can be an effective treatment for Covid patients reducing their risk of severe outcomes.
Staying on the drug was a good decision on my part. I got lucky! Because I am on this drug, however, it can take longer for Covid to clear my system. It has been 16 days, and it looks like I need to isolate for a few more days.
I never, ever thought that the treatment for my SSc-ILD would help protect me from the severe Covid complications that the same condition places me at high risk for. I’m so grateful that we didn’t go the chemotherapy route last year.

Isn’t all that interesting?

Here’s the links to articles if anyone is interested.

A Little This, A Little That

I haven’t posted for a while, and the stuff that I keep thinking that I should write about are piling up. I have all of these great books that I think I should connect somehow and then write about. My medical adventures continue. I’ve been driving around looking at the ~~weeds~~ plants in the fields hunting for great prospects for a BioGeek post. The weather has been beautiful: crisp, cooler in the evenings, and perfect blue skies. The trees are flashing their fall colors, and the squirrels are going wild. I pulled out the sewing machine and started using it again. I’ve been working on the catio. Oh, yeah. I’ve also been knitting.

Knitting

The arm warmers are done and I’m still knitting away on the sweater. Oh, you can’t see the sweater in the picture? Well, there isn’t much to see at this point… it is just a huge pink blog. Isn’t Hannah cute?

Catio

I also bought a cheap screen door for the catio and my son came down last weekend to help me get it installed. Today I managed to get a coat of paint on it.

Now I have easy access to the back yard that is Mateo proof. I think. Mateo is pretty tricky and has gotten out of the catio a few times now.

Mini Waffle Mania

I bought a little waffle maker during Amazon Prime Days last summer. It is really cute, makes the waffles in just a couple of minutes each, and I have been making a batch at a time and freezing the extras.

What can I say. These little waffles are really nice (and cute!). I shared the fun and wonderfulness of mini waffles with my family, and my niece bought a mini waffle iron. Then she sent one to my sister. As of this evening, we are now officially the Mini Waffle Mafia. Don’t ever question the power of waffles!

Pig Gone Wild

Yep. This happened this week, too. The governor of the state finally sent us the update that we had all been waiting for: Fred had been run to ground and captured in a parking lot by my Kaiser Clinic. Isn’t he cute? I wonder how he feels about catios?

Indigo Sunflowers

I have this wonderful batik fabric that was designed for Colorado: sunflowers, grain, aspen leaves, and a sky full of stars.

I have been sewing in the early afternoons and so far I’ve produced a couple of hot pads and a place mat.

I’m not sure if I love that place mat… I may make one more to match the one that I have, and then I can change the borders on the next two. It is nice to be sewing again, and Hannah is thrilled to have the machine out. Seriously, she must remember it and is displaying a lot of the kitten behaviors that she had when I last sewed in this room like… standing on the machine and pulling the wall hanging off the walls. Trilling and rolling around under the table. Carrying off the pin cushion. Knocking the scissors off the table. It is so nice to see her perked up like this… (yes, this is snark!)

Well, that is enough catching up for now, don’t you think?

I’m off to make some more waffles.

Laters!

Hannah and the CoalBear: Caturday Updates

Hi. I’m Mateo.

I’m all grown up now. I should be trusted outdoors on my own, right?

This has been a busy week at Casa Mother-of-Cats. The shower broke and she had to get a plumber to fix it. Hannah practically teleported into the closet for that! Then the Mother of Cats had to go get some blood work done for her crazy scleroderma and she has been dragging sadly around the house waiting for the doctor to call. Finally, the Mother of Cats pulled herself together and went to the garden center to buy roasted green chiles: Yeow! Those chiles are stinky!! Hannah refused to go into the kitchen while the Mother of Cats was packing them up for freezing. Late in the week the Mother of Cats got some knitting done and early this evening the doctor messaged her, and she has finally perked up.

Through the whole week she took a lot of pictures, so here they come:

There is a bunny hanging out in the front yard that makes the Mother of Cats happy every time she sees it.

These mums came home from the garden center with the green chiles.

The leaves are starting to change on the trees.

I managed to escape from the catio last night and ran wild through the yard under that supermoon for a couple of hours before the Mother of Cats came looking for me. So. Much. Fun. I looked everywhere for that bunny, but I couldn’t find it. There was a garter snake in the yard last week too, and that sounds like a lot of fun, but I couldn’t find it either. Unable to have really outstanding fun ~~or a bunny snack~~, I just ate a bunch of bugs and threw them up on the bed after I came back in… why does the Mother of Cats get worked up so easily?

Hannah: I was a good girl and stayed on the catio.

Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. There was a lot of knitting that went on this week, too.

This heap of pink mess is the beginning of the new Weekender Crew sweater. I’m sure that it will actually look like a sweater some day.

The sweater is being knit inside-out, so the Mother of Cats tried to pull the knitted tube open so you could see the part of the sweater that will be on the outside. It is totally a mystery to me, but hopefully you will kind of get the idea. The color is nice, right?

The Mother of Cats really made progress on the new arm warmers. The first one is done, and she has started on the second one; they are so long they go up above her elbow. The next time she had a medical adventure they should help keep her nice and warm!

Well, that’s all for now. I’m going to carry on downstairs for awhile to see if I can get Hannah to come chase me.

Hannah: that would be a big NOPE!! CoalBear. It is bedtime for me…

Happy Caturday, everyone!

This is Mateo the CoalBear, signing off.

Notes from the Mother of Cats:

The last few weeks have seen the emergence of new symptoms: my hair is falling out, I have more edema, bruises are popping up everywhere, and I get sudden muscle cramps. Itching has become a problem, and cuts are slow to heal. Fatigue is back in a big way. I finally contacted my doctor, and she ordered some testing to make sure I wasn’t going into kidney failure.

Kidney failure!! Cue the panic sirens!!!!

Seriously, one of the things that I fear most is kidney failure. Last year, when my lung disease was so bad, letting my kidneys go to save my lungs was an actual topic of discussion; I was a hard no on that treatment option. Ironically, a low kidney function test was one of the first clues that led to my scleroderma diagnosis, but my kidneys have improved over the last couple of years to a comfortable stage 3 level of disease. Discussion of kidney failure again seemed like a huge blow, and I have been sad this week. I cast on the arm warmers during the afternoons when I’m stuck indoors on oxygen during the heat.

The message from my doctor today was reassuring. My kidney function has maintained, but I am very low on protein levels in my blood. This is kind of a scleroderma thing too, as digested food doesn’t get absorbed well through fibrotic intestinal tissue, but I’m so immunosuppressed, it might be because I can’t make antibodies. More testing is on the horizon, but I’m not losing any sleep over this. I am, however, going to be much more careful about wearing my mask!

I’m making good progress on those arm warmers… if I hurry, I can cast on another project like maybe those pressed flowers socks early next week. 🙂

Have a good Caturday!

Hannah and the CoalBear: Knitting Time!

Hi. I’m Hannah.

The Mother of Cats gas been busy organizing all of her knitting for the rest of the year.

First of all, let’s show off the knitting that she just got done: 16 PICC line covers and 9 hats for Frayed Knots.

She even turned in the unbelievably cute hat on the bear.

Now that the Mother of Cats has made her donation for the month she has shifted her focus to organizing her projects for the rest of the year. Oh, boy. She has a lot of projects in mind. Like, a crazy amount of knitting is in the future. Yay. I like to help with the knitting.

First, she wants to get going on her new Weekender Crew, so we wound all of that yarn, and then she cast on. Then she ripped it out and cast on again. Another rip. Another cast on… Finally, she managed to get a few rows done, but she dropped a stitch, so she had to rip it all out and cast on AGAIN. Luckily, we had lots of cookies in the house while this was going on because she made three different trips to the kitchen to get them, and I talked her out of more tuna and even some kitty treats while she was down there. Finally, finally, she managed to get the sweater off to a good start.

The problem was the type of cast on. This is called a tubular cast on, and the Mother of Cats now loves it, but the learning curve was worse than learning to catch a fly in midair.

We also winded up all of the yarn for the new La Prairie sweater last week. I helped with that, too.

Did the Mother of Cats stop with these two projects? No, she did not. She also got out the yarns and organized for several other projects.

Here are all of the yarns that she has organized for her projects. The purple yarns at the top left are for another pair of Pressed Flowers Socks. The pink yarn on top of the magazine is to make a fancy lace capelet. Then there are the yarns laid out next to a striped arm warmer on the top right: those yarns are to knit a new pair of arm warmers exactly like the one laying right next to the yarn. The important detail here is… only one arm warmer! Those arm warmers are the Mother of Cats lucky pair and she has worn them to every hospital stay, ambulance ride, and scary trip into the cath lab. One of them GOT LOST and she absolutely, absolutely needs to make herself another pair right away. Or, at least, before the next serious cold snap. She is thinking of doing a tubular cast on for these mitts and will have to learn how to do the cast off too so the ends match. Learning curve: get the cookies ready!!!

Okay, now let’s talk about the bottom row of pictures. Those two yarns on the left are going to become an Alpine Bloom hat, and there on the bottom right is a reminder that the Mother of Cats needs to FINISH MY BLANKET!!! You know this blanket. We were making really good progress on it when the Mother of Cats stopped knitting because she was concerned about me getting sores all over my tummy. I’m doing much better, and the fur is growing back on my tummy, so the Mother of Cats thinks that maybe we can restart the blanket and we’ll see how I do. Yay! I like that blanket!

I need this blanket for the cold nights to come!

So, that is all the knitting news for now. Let’s go back out on the deck where the Mother of Cats has been waging a war on wasps after Mateo got stung by one of these ugly suckers.

Mateo: Hey! No one told me that those wasps were dangerous! I was just practicing my fly catching skills. You know, catching flies in midair…

Hannah: Whatever, Mateo. Because you are such a dimwit the Mother of Cats had to hang up that goofy wasp trap on our catio. Good thing it appears to be working!

We’re planning on knitting as much as possible out on the catio this fall because it is really, really nice out there. Yay, fall! Did I mention that there are a lot of bugs lately? The crickets are the best!!

That’s all for now.

This is Hannah, signing off.

Notes from the Mother of Cats:

Poor Hannah’s tummy sores have been a problem for some time, but I think that we have turned the corner at last. I’m pretty sure that she was allergic to her kitty treats, so I switched to all natural treats, but I also did every practical thing that I could think of. I put towels down on the carpet in the closet where she likes to sleep in case there was something in the carpet; I wash the towels every couple of weeks to keep them clean. I installed a calming diffuser which seems to be just helping the two cats in general as they play and chase each other more than before and some of Hannah’s kitten behaviors have come back. I switched to sensitive skin food. Hannah has gotten a couple of baths. Her fur is growing back, and the rash seems to be gone.

Yes, I did notice that almost everything is pink or purple.

Heading into a Pink Autumn

Autumn is right around the corner now. I love this time of year! The light has softened, the plants are recovering from the heat of summer, and wildlife is on the move again. A flight of geese flew over me last night, barely clearing the treetops, and this morning a hawk supervised my watering out front. Butterflies are everywhere, and I am suddenly seeing a fresh rush of life in my garden. The squirrels are standouts in this: they are going crazy digging up my planters and the flower beds as they create caches of peanuts and other goodies for the coming winter.

Mateo caught that leafbug (katydid) as soon as I let him out onto the catio after returning home from a weekend away. Poor thing! He definitely did the bug some damage (part of a leg is now missing…) but I put it into a nearby bush hoping that it would survive. The next morning, he caught another one. I’ve never seen a leafbug at my house before, but it is part of the resurgence of life that I’m seeing after our very wet spring this year. Look at what is happening in the garden:

Okay, Hannah isn’t exactly in the garden, but she kind of fits into the theme of the day, don’t you think? Everything is in shades of pink at the moment. The standout star is the stonecrop (upper left photo) that has been blooming like a champ for a couple of weeks now to the delight of every dang bee in the vicinity.

It was my birthday this weekend and I spent it up at my son’s place. He drove me up to The Loopy Ewe so I could find some yarn for a new sweater, and the drive took us up north through the countryside past fields of corn and sugar beets. Hawks sat on light poles, and the ditches were filled with flowering plants and some pretty interesting weeds that I wanted to get some cutting of (I know, I know… this sounds strange but… biogeek!) I had my portable oxygen machine with me and it served me well as I searched for the yarn to knit a Weekender Crew this fall.

I had to get that dellaQ bag to go with the yarn. Perfect, right? The color of the yarn isn’t quite as bright as it appears in the picture, but it is a nice happy color called Wilted Roses. Just what I need for fall, don’t you think?

I’m kind of stuggling with getting started on the new sweater. I have been knitting PICC line covers and (pink) hats like crazy the last couple of weeks, and I’m finishing out the week with a set of large sized PICC line covers that I plan to turn over to Frayed Knots on Saturday. Then I can knit sweaters!! I am going to wind the yarn for my La Prairie cardigan and the Weekender at the same time, and I’ll be knitting away on them both I think. If it snows, the Weekender. If it is warm, La Prairie. If I feel like purple, La Prairie. If I feel like pink… well, you get the idea. Knitting options. They are really important. There are also some socks, hats, and scarfs calling my name. So many projects, so much (pink) yarn, so little time. It’s like I’m making caches of knitting projects for the coming winter. Did I mention that several of the projects involve pink?

I feel a little bit like those hyperactive squirrels in my yard.

The Autumnal Equinox is this Saturday. Happy Autumn everyone!

Embrace the pink this fall.