Friendship

Wikipedia’s Definition:

An interpersonal relationship is a relatively long-term association between two or more people. This association may be based on emotions like love and liking, regular business interactions, or some other type of social commitment. Interpersonal relationships take place in a great variety of contexts, such as family, friends, marriage, acquaintances, work, clubs, neighborhoods, and churches. They may be regulated by law, custom, or mutual agreement, and are the basis of social groups and society as a whole. 

 

My Definition:

On Christmas day my brother-in-law got a call from his friend and business partner.  His fifty-three year old friend had just had a stoke.  My sister and brother-in-law left within fifteen minutes and they have been at the hospital for more than twenty-four hours. 

Wikipedia’s definition doesn’t quite explain the word.  Friendship is like devotion and love–maybe, you have to live, see and feel the definition to know what they mean.

Six and half years ago my Mother choose to spend the last three months of her life with my sister and her family.  At the time, I thought she made the right choice.  And, now I still think she made the right choice.

Since my mother’s death, I’ve choosen my friends very carefully and I hope I’ve grown as a friend–time will tell.

Christmas in Washington

Christmas morning was wonderful.  Here are some pictures:

 

My favorite gift: a picture of my nephew.

My new cat shirt!

My brother-in-law & nephew with his BIG present!

 

Only one thing would make it perfect–having my WHOLE family there!

 

 

 

 

Let it stop snowing now!

I’ve finally seen enough snow!  I’ve only been out of my sister’s house ONCE since last Friday.  I’m ready to go outside and feel the sun’s warmth.

I don’t know how people live in heavy snow areas.  How do they get their cars out of the driveway or deal with the un-plowed streets?  What about when the electricity goes out?

 

The snow is beautiful, though!

Let it snow!

It’s a good thing I travelled when I did, because Seattle airport is closed now.  We are snow bound, but in a warm house with plenty to eat and drink.

I love animals and it must run in my family because my sister and brother-in-law feed squirrels, birds and sometimes the raccoons.  Here are some pictures of the snow and the animals in their backyard:

 

 

 

 

Photos: My brother-in-law

 

Debra’s Christmas Vacation

I finally made it to my sister’s house.  I had a scare for a couple of hours, though.  I thought I was going to be stranded in San Francisco.  I took a flight out of San Luis Obispo on Thursday morning and changed planes in Frisco.  While waiting to leave the gate, the pilot was advised that Seattle airport was closed until they could clean the runways.  We set at the gate, in the plane, for two hours until the airport opened and we were next in the queue.

The finally got there seven hours after I left San Luis.  My brother-in-law picked me up and it ONLY took another forty minutes to exit the airport.  On a regular day we could have been out of there in four minutes.  I like my brother-in-law, so I didn’t mind spending the time with him.

One really nice thing–I was seated next to a neighbor on the first plane and we talked all the way to San Francisco–we also hung out at the airport waiting for our different connecting flights.

Knit, Purl, Knit, Purl, Knit, Purl, …

Whenever I start a new hobby or project, I seem to get deeply and excessively involved in it. Three years ago, I picked up knitting, again. The last time I knitted, I was fourteen and I never finished the pink slipper(s) that I started for my friend Janice Bates.

 

However, three years ago, I managed to knit two hats, one scarf and I almost finished a second scarf. That unfinished scarf set in my closet for all that time—I couldn’t throw it away—it matched one of my hats.

 

I started to get sick after my flu and pneumonia shots in late October and the fire on November 14th was all my body could take. I got a sinus infection and was in bed for a couple of weeks. I was going crazy just sleeping and watching television. That’s when I remembered the knitting lost somewhere in my sewing and computer room.

 

I finished the scarf and this is when I started to go CRAZY. I now have:

 

3 different size looms

14 knitting needles

1 pair knitting gloves (ease pain on my tired old hands)

20 skeins of yard (mostly rolled into balls)

1 book on knitting with looms

1 book on knitting (Stitch ’n Bitch, by Debbie Stoller)

1 knitting bag

1 knitting gauge

2 plastic needles (I’m not sure what they are for)

1 large pin (it looks like a big safety pin and it can hold your knitting like a needle)

 

My biggest mistake wasn’t all the money and the accessories; after all, I have made three new scarves that are beautiful. It wasn’t even the knitting class I signed up for; it was that I bought a book on CROCHETTING.

Oh no, what am I getting myself into, now?

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I even had to call the airlines to make sure I could take my knitting needles on my trip over Christmas.

Knit, Purl, Knit, Purl

Here’s my collection of scarves, so far.

 

Real Love Is

 

 

A diamond ring sparkles and a big house might impress your acquaintances. But, REAL LOVE is something else.  I was reminded of what love is early this morning when I wasn’t sleeping very well due to the earache I had from my sinus infection.

 

“Honey, do you want me to warm up the hot pack for you?” 

 

“Yes!”

 

 

It didn’t sparkle and I couldn’t quote its square footage, but I know REAL LOVE was wrapped up in a hot pack that my husband thoughtfully got out of bed and warmed for me.

 

“Thanks honey. I LOVE YOU, too.”