Ahead of Schedule *Again*

Ahead of Schedule Again

My spring cleaning is going so well I'm way ahead of schedule with that; last night I knocked out the sewing room in a few hours. I'm trying to keep myself restricted to having just one week of posts written and ready to publish for the blog, but I'm a day ahead of that as well.

I think the new blog is helping me with my excessive need for online journaling. It's been fun coming up with posts just about crochet over there.

A small yarn lot I thrifted came with 26 hanks of needlepoint yarn, and I don't own any at all, so I'll have to come up with an embroidery project or two for that.

Another reason I'm so productive is the completely unexpected happiness that 2026 has brought me. I knew having our nephew living with us would be a delight, as the three of us get along perfectly, but it's turned out to be even better than I imagined. He's like a son to us, and such a good houseguest. My guy is so happy that he's here and they can work on things together. We love his sweet little dog, and even the pups are getting long well. Our days are filled with laughter and fun; what can beat that?

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Stuff

After finding this Caron one pound skein of lovely peach yarn in my thrifted lot I raided my stash for two cakes of Mandala in Pegasus, which matches it perfectly. For practice and hand therapy I'm going to make another Worth Street Afghan with this free pattern , but this time I'll use the yarn that was recommended for it plus the one pound skein. I'm not quite ready to do the vintage/recycled linen quilt I had planned (still a bit too nervous about the idea), so I'm going to use some color therapy and make a quilt from these thrifted green fat quarters. I considered doing another Yellow Brick road patchwork pattern, but I might go with a split rail fence like this one.

Journal Find

This is a page from my 2010 poetry journal. My handwriting isn't the best, so I'll transcribe it: If my heart survives to tell all the secrets kept inside it will be an abalone shell in which the beauty did reside. But I think I will always be lost to the tides that rage in me . . . humbling and polishing . . . I don't write many self-portrait poems, but this one isn't too embarrassing. A bit overly dramatic, but the girl I was eleven years ago went through some tough times. I'm in a much more peaceful place today.

The Numbers

Back in March my diabetes doctor changed my medication and encouraged me to alter my diet and exercise more in order to bring down my A1C, which at the time tested out at a dismal 8.3 (normal is 5.8.) So for the next two months I dealt with the increased meds, stuck to my decidedly grim diet and added a lot more walking to my exercise regime. P.S., it's never fun to be a diabetic, but over the last couple of months I've really tried to keep a good attitude about it. Attitude isn't everything, but it helps a lot when you have to make significant changes while battling a disease like this. Yesterday I performed a home A1C test, and I'm currently at 6.5. That's pretty amazing results, even for me. If I can get it down another half point before I see the doctor in July I'd be over the moon, but I feel like I've already done great. Image credit: Image by Daniele Liberatori from Pixabay

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