Knitting! Plus some gardening, cocktails, and whatever else strikes my fancy.

Month: September 2008

Sweater Blocking Conundrum: Grey Tweed Pullover, Episode 2

Sweater Blocking Conundrum: Grey Tweed Pullover, Episode 2

Last March I started knitting my dark grey Donegal tweed yarn into a simple pullover, and then the weather got pretty warm, so I put it away. Then during the hottest part of July, I ran into a decision-requiring situation with my attempt at the […]

FO: Nelosys

First, a heartfelt thank you to everyone who left a comment about Rippy.  My family was very touched; many comments brought tears to their eyes.  My brother was glad to see that so many other people had had cats live so long and that became […]

A Tribute to Rip

A Tribute to Rip

I intended this post to be a belated 2nd Blogiversary post and to have a contest in order to give away a couple of skeins of sock yarn.
Blogiversary Yarn-multi detailsemi-solid detail
And I’m still giving away the yarn. I’ll randomly pick two commenters to this post to win the yarn, but I have a more serious purpose. My brother requested that I tell you about my family’s cat, Rip, who lives with my brother and my parents, because as my brother, Thomas, put it, “Knitters are nice people, and they like cats.”

Here is Rip, named after Rip van Winkle, in the prime of his life, a very proud Burmese “with papers.”
Regal Rip
Rip (aka Rippy, The Ripster, and Rippity-Wippity) turned 20 last May. Sadly, now Rippy is dying. He has had a wonderful life, and he has truly been a Great Cat. He has always been playful, friendly and loving. He has been a champion lap cat.
lounging Rip
He has liked hanging with my mom (he sleeps on her side of the bed every night), and he liked to “help” her garden.
Rippy gardens
He even taught my dad, who grew up with dogs, to like cats. It may have helped that he was good at playing fetch. But his closest relationship has been with my brother. They have been best buds for 20 years. This photo captures their comradery so well.
Rip and Thomas
Rip often seemed an extension of Thomas’ arm, and they both seemed quite content with that relationship. Now Tom’s and my parent’s hearts are breaking as they watch Rip slip farther and farther away. He doesn’t seem in much pain yet, but his decline has really accelerated, and my mom won’t let him suffer in pain. So they watch and wait, knowing that time is rapidly running out.

If you could leave a comment of condolence, it would mean a lot to them. I know I don’t have to give away yarn to get knitters to do a nice thing, but I would like to. We are so seldom rewarded in this world for doing something kind and generous, and I would like to change that here just a little bit. Thank you.

Sucked into LibraryThing, but still a FO

Sucked into LibraryThing, but still a FO

Last weekend my barcode scanner for entering books into LibraryThing arrived, and I got sucked in.  The scary part is that I spent most of Saturday and a good part of Sunday putting our books into my account, and at 822 books, I’m maybe 2/3 […]