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Catching Up

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pensitivity101Three Things Challenge #M289

The three words for today are SECRET, HIDDEN, and STASH.

Work has been busy the past few months. More and more responsibility has been transferred to me. So I have been offline for over a month, which I can’t believe. Time passes so quickly as we get older.

As the full-time assistant manager, I train new people, recover the store, return the collected products to the shelves, clean the bathrooms, take the trash out, give exceptional customer service, pack away seasonal products not sold, process damaged products, accept deliveries, respond to the cashier’s call for backup, process exchanges, check large bills, and many other issues that come up including working by myself until closing if my cashier calls out.

The thing is, I like my job, and have no problem with doing hard work. I do, however, have a problem with the hidden agenda the company has adopted to get more work completed with fewer people to do it. It sets up a situation for failure. Know what I mean?

I have also been busy at home going through the fabric stash I have accumulated over the years. I have not had much time to quilt. So I have decided to part with much of it. I have contacted the guilds to donate some fabric to their outreach projects. Once I clear out some of it, I will feel more like sewing again. Right now, in my apartment, it just seems overwhelming.

I have also had some health issues arise. I have had trouble with my hands and have been diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis. My physician is being aggressive with my treatment to help slow its progress. The only problem is I have to go to her office for injections. She is about two hours away. It gets complicated with my work schedule. But I have been with this rheumatologist since 2002, and am more than pleased with her care, so I have no desire to start over with a new doctor.

My secret desire is to sell everything I have, buy a small travel trailer and become a nomad. There is so much of this country I would love to see. I keep watching the reviews on the teardrop trailers on your tube. If I only had the nerve to pack Gracie and me up and take off. When I mention this to my son, he just laughs and says “You are not going to live in a teardrop.”

I can dream!

The Sweater

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My grandmother taught me how to crochet when I was only five. I have been crocheting ever since. It is one of my favorite creative activities. I make crocheted baby hats for my local hospital’s nursery. It is a ministry my quilt guild adopted.

When I was in elementary school, I lived in a different town than my school. So after school, I went to the CYO facility near there until my grandmother was done work for the day. It was a great place to spend time. There was a full-sized gym where you could play basketball or volleyball, and all kinds of classes you could take such as knitting, embroidery, painting, photography, and many more that I can’t remember.


I took a knitting class. It was the first time I had ever tried to knit. I had the most difficult time learning to use two needles at the same time. Finally, I got the hang of it. I would cast the stitches onto one of the needles and work my stitches with the other needle. I would get a good bit done and stop and examine my work. Satisfied that my piece was looking like it was supposed to look, I would continue knitting.


Finally, the day came when we were to pick a project. I decided to knit a sweater. I thought, “How hard could it be?” so I chose a pretty aqua color yarn and the prettiest pink knitting needles. The following week our supplies came in. We dove into our projects with excitement.


I hurried to cast on the stitches for the body of my sweater and began knitting. I became more excited as I watched my sweater grow. It still amazes me when I see a ball of yarn turn into something beautiful and functional. Anyway, the time came for me to start the sleeves.


This is where it all went terribly wrong. I was supposed to drop a stitch every two rows. I lost count of the rows and dropped too many stitches on one sleeve. I didn’t notice it until I was finished. I ended up with a pretty aqua sweater with one sleeve shorter than the other. I was always going to take it apart and fix it. I kept it for years. Finally, when I married and moved into my new home, I tossed that sweater.


Many years after my first knitted project, I took up knitting again. Every time I cast a stitch on a needle or begin to knit a stitch, but especially when I have to drop a stitch, my memory of my aqua sweater comes to mind. Maybe it keeps me focused so that I don’t make the same mistake on my current project.

The Photo Shoot

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Word Of The Day: Cheater, Futility, Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Disposable, Mischief,  K.L Caley weekly #writephoto prompt Arrowslit, JusJoJan 19, 2023, Complaint

Walking through the ruins with my husband I was in awe of the peacefulness there. I couldn’t get enough shots of them with my camera. I was still learning how to use all of the settings. What a good time I was having with each picture I took. Hubby chuckled at me saying I was just taking the same images over and over.

Gary just thought the disposable instant camera he clung to was sufficient to record our day. I hated to say it, but I told him he was using a cheater camera that didn’t require any talent. LOL Gary was usually such an easy person to get along with, but for some reason this day he just had one complaint after another. Too many pictures, it’s dark inside of here, I am ready to leave, when is lunch?

Trying to explain how the light in each of my shots was different due to the tunnels and the reflection of the water proved to be an exercise in futility. He just didn’t get it. Have you ever wondered if someone doesn’t get it, or if they don’t want to get it? I was beginning to think I should have gone on my little photo shoot alone.

We finally rounded the last corner of the ruins. It was certainly a breathtaking site. I looked at the love of my life and he had a look of pure mischief about him. I looked back at the ruins and before I was a lovely little table set with china and crystal and the most scrumptious looking luncheon. What a wonderful surprise.

As we sat down to enjoy our meal, he confided in me that he thought that I was taking so long taking pictures that our lunch was going to be spoiled.

I miss this man every day. I lost him suddenly on August 16th, 2016. He was good and kind and…ok just a bit annoying and could drive me crazy, but we knew we had each other’s back and I thank God every day for him being in my life.