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December 9, 2004

Filed under: Uncategorized — katy @ 1:21 pm

I hadn’t thought much about Alaska until recently with my 101 Things and the photo of me and my housemates Tahitian dancing at the Moose Lodge Luau.  It was an incredible time in my life.  Never have I lived with such beauty and such sadness.  Alaska had, and may still have, the highest rate of domestic violence, child abuse, child sexual abuse, sexual assault and suicide among youth. 

I lived in a town called Sitka, on Baranof Island.  With a population of less than 9,000 and less than 14 miles of paved road–Sitka is pretty isolated.  My housemates and I, four white kids from "down south", stuck out.  We received room and board and a monthly stipend of about $30.  As there wasn’t a lot to do, I saved my money and bought a bike when I got back to NY. 

I worked as a Woman’s Advocate and Coordinator of Education and Outreach.  In many ways it was a difficult job.  For obvious reasons, of course but in more subtle ways too.  I had never been married.  I was white.  I was young and privileged.  The director even had a problem with me–which isn’t unusual–I can definately rub people the wrong way. 

I enjoyed my job though.  I loved the children.  Their strength and their willingness to love and be loved in a world of violence and hate inspired and moved me.  I wanted to adopt them all.  Thus the desire for 7 kids in my 101 things!  One little boy was brain damaged after his stepfather put his head through the bathroom wall.  He said he felt his brains move.  He was a cuddler and I adored him.  One little girl had iron marks on her back and her upper arms from her mother–you could even see the circles where the steam comes out of the iron. 

Amidst such sadness there was beauty.  The beauty of the eyes of a child and a woman finding her inner strength and courage.  And there was the beauty of the land.  Never have I lived in such splendor.  The skies were clear, the moutains high.  Eagles soared.  It was lush and green.  It rained almost everyday.  It was refreshing.

I was out running errands today and as I walked out of the grocery store, a woman was walking in.  She looked like a former resident of the shelter, a woman who didn’t like white people.  She and the director were good friends and the director said the woman would never like me.  She and I became friends and she would visit me on my evening shift and have dinner with me.  I was so thrilled that a woman as strong and proud as she would call me a friend.

I went back to Sitka with Gracie when she was about a year old.  My dear friend, the former Children’s Program Coordinator lived there still.  She taught me how to diaper and answer a crisis call.  She is gone now and we have lost touch once again.  Perhaps I will look her up.  She has been on my mind since reading Margene’s 100 Things.  My friend is a recovering Mormon. 

It appears I have rambled on with no knitting content.  I guess I needed to clear my soul and my head.  I am just knitting Christmas scarves.  I surfed around looking up St. Brigid knitters and see they are all busy doing other things as well.  Perhaps after the holidays…

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Filed under: Uncategorized — katy @ 1:21 pm

I hadn’t thought much about Alaska until recently with my 101 Things and the photo of me and my housemates Tahitian dancing at the Moose Lodge Luau.  It was an incredible time in my life.  Never have I lived with such beauty and such sadness.  Alaska had, and may still have, the highest rate of domestic violence, child abuse, child sexual abuse, sexual assault and suicide among youth. 

I lived in a town called Sitka, on Baranof Island.  With a population of less than 9,000 and less than 14 miles of paved road–Sitka is pretty isolated.  My housemates and I, four white kids from "down south", stuck out.  We received room and board and a monthly stipend of about $30.  As there wasn’t a lot to do, I saved my money and bought a bike when I got back to NY. 

I worked as a Woman’s Advocate and Coordinator of Education and Outreach.  In many ways it was a difficult job.  For obvious reasons, of course but in more subtle ways too.  I had never been married.  I was white.  I was young and privileged.  The director even had a problem with me–which isn’t unusual–I can definately rub people the wrong way. 

I enjoyed my job though.  I loved the children.  Their strength and their willingness to love and be loved in a world of violence and hate inspired and moved me.  I wanted to adopt them all.  Thus the desire for 7 kids in my 101 things!  One little boy was brain damaged after his stepfather put his head through the bathroom wall.  He said he felt his brains move.  He was a cuddler and I adored him.  One little girl had iron marks on her back and her upper arms from her mother–you could even see the circles where the steam comes out of the iron. 

Amidst such sadness there was beauty.  The beauty of the eyes of a child and a woman finding her inner strength and courage.  And there was the beauty of the land.  Never have I lived in such splendor.  The skies were clear, the moutains high.  Eagles soared.  It was lush and green.  It rained almost everyday.  It was refreshing.

I was out running errands today and as I walked out of the grocery store, a woman was walking in.  She looked like a former resident of the shelter, a woman who didn’t like white people.  She and the director were good friends and the director said the woman would never like me.  She and I became friends and she would visit me on my evening shift and have dinner with me.  I was so thrilled that a woman as strong and proud as she would call me a friend.

I went back to Sitka with Gracie when she was about a year old.  My dear friend, the former Children’s Program Coordinator lived there still.  She taught me how to diaper and answer a crisis call.  She is gone now and we have lost touch once again.  Perhaps I will look her up.  She has been on my mind since reading Margene’s 100 Things.  My friend is a recovering Mormon. 

It appears I have rambled on with no knitting content.  I guess I needed to clear my soul and my head.  I am just knitting Christmas scarves.  I surfed around looking up St. Brigid knitters and see they are all busy doing other things as well.  Perhaps after the holidays…

 

Filed under: Uncategorized — katy @ 1:21 pm

I hadn’t thought much about Alaska until recently with my 101 Things and the photo of me and my housemates Tahitian dancing at the Moose Lodge Luau.  It was an incredible time in my life.  Never have I lived with such beauty and such sadness.  Alaska had, and may still have, the highest rate of domestic violence, child abuse, child sexual abuse, sexual assault and suicide among youth. 

I lived in a town called Sitka, on Baranof Island.  With a population of less than 9,000 and less than 14 miles of paved road–Sitka is pretty isolated.  My housemates and I, four white kids from "down south", stuck out.  We received room and board and a monthly stipend of about $30.  As there wasn’t a lot to do, I saved my money and bought a bike when I got back to NY. 

I worked as a Woman’s Advocate and Coordinator of Education and Outreach.  In many ways it was a difficult job.  For obvious reasons, of course but in more subtle ways too.  I had never been married.  I was white.  I was young and privileged.  The director even had a problem with me–which isn’t unusual–I can definately rub people the wrong way. 

I enjoyed my job though.  I loved the children.  Their strength and their willingness to love and be loved in a world of violence and hate inspired and moved me.  I wanted to adopt them all.  Thus the desire for 7 kids in my 101 things!  One little boy was brain damaged after his stepfather put his head through the bathroom wall.  He said he felt his brains move.  He was a cuddler and I adored him.  One little girl had iron marks on her back and her upper arms from her mother–you could even see the circles where the steam comes out of the iron. 

Amidst such sadness there was beauty.  The beauty of the eyes of a child and a woman finding her inner strength and courage.  And there was the beauty of the land.  Never have I lived in such splendor.  The skies were clear, the moutains high.  Eagles soared.  It was lush and green.  It rained almost everyday.  It was refreshing.

I was out running errands today and as I walked out of the grocery store, a woman was walking in.  She looked like a former resident of the shelter, a woman who didn’t like white people.  She and the director were good friends and the director said the woman would never like me.  She and I became friends and she would visit me on my evening shift and have dinner with me.  I was so thrilled that a woman as strong and proud as she would call me a friend.

I went back to Sitka with Gracie when she was about a year old.  My dear friend, the former Children’s Program Coordinator lived there still.  She taught me how to diaper and answer a crisis call.  She is gone now and we have lost touch once again.  Perhaps I will look her up.  She has been on my mind since reading Margene’s 100 Things.  My friend is a recovering Mormon. 

It appears I have rambled on with no knitting content.  I guess I needed to clear my soul and my head.  I am just knitting Christmas scarves.  I surfed around looking up St. Brigid knitters and see they are all busy doing other things as well.  Perhaps after the holidays…

 

Ann, this one’s for you December 6, 2004

Filed under: Uncategorized — katy @ 10:44 am

The new Knitty is up.  I didn’t get the email but I did get the alert from my mom.  Thanks mom!

Not much knitting this weekend.  I had 3 knots in my Silk Garden!  Argh.  I tried to take a Margene approach and be Zen about the colors but couldn’t.  It was the knot’s fault!

And for Ann, who wanted to see the ha1ry p1ts! 

 

From drive by to copycat December 3, 2004

Filed under: Uncategorized — katy @ 7:05 pm

1.      I am the youngest in my family.

2.      I have always gone by Kathleen.  My parents would write me notes and address it to KT when I was in high school and in college.  Thus Katy became acceptable.

3.      Never Kathy!

4.      I have colored my hair pink, purple and blue.  Not at the same time.

5.      I have never had a perm or a body wave.  I like my hair straight.

6.      I grayed early but it doesn’t bother me.  It does bother my sister who is a hair colorist.

7.      I have lived in NY, Alaska, Massachusetts and England.

8.      I graduated college in 3 ½ years with a BA in Theology, Sociology and a minor in Peace Studies.

9.      I wanted to pursue a Master of Divinity with a combined Master of Social Work.

10.  I had the opportunity to be mentioned in a well known Feminist Theology book but I didn’t agree with the author so I didn’t do it.

11.  I used to be an adamant believer in goddess worship.

12.  While in Alaska, I changed my last name.  She is a Canaanite goddess who protects women and children.  All my coworkers at the shelter were getting divorced and changing their names.

13.  I wanted my own name—not my father’s name.

14.  My kids are hyphenated.

15.  After college I had the opportunity to volunteer in Alaska, Australia or Portugal.

16.  I sometimes regret not going to Portugal as I was going to be personal assistant to Maria da Lourdes-Pintasilgo, the first female Prime Minister of Portugal.

17.  I flew in float planes to remote villages in Alaska where I did presentations on domestic violence, child abuse and sexual assault.

18.  I was a vegetarian for many years.

19.  I ate some nasty things in Alaska such as herring eggs off plants, dried seaweed dipped in seal oil and whale blubber.

20.  I dreamed of being a kept woman and living in Tenakee Springs, Alaska.  It has a population of about 100 and is remote and amazing.

21.  When I first met my husband, I vowed never to date him.

22.  He seemed a bit pretentious as he worked for Merrill Lynch and drove a BMW.

23.  He is the first person I have ever been faithful to.

24.  My best friend introduced us and we went to a restaurant where you could draw on the table, Doodles.  We played a Pictionary game.  Kevin said draw a train wreck.  Everyone drew trains and tracks.  I drew a mouth with food coming out.  He was smitten.

25.  I have advanced diving certification.

26.  I learned in Alaska.

27.  I would love to be reincarnated as an eagle.

28.  I used to sing karaoke at the Moose Lodge in Sitka.

29.  My song was, “New York, New York”.

30.  My housemates and I did a Tahitian Dance at the Moose Lodge for their Luau.

31.  I used to be very pro-life.

32.  It was quite the contradiction with my feminist friends.

33.  I am pro-choice.

34.  I co-created a woman’s spirituality group in college called Womynspace.

35.  Many of my ex-boyfriends are now gay.

36.  I often wonder if it was me or them.

37.  It works out well ‘cause Kevin doesn’t get jealous.

38.  I wanted 7 children.

39.  I now wonder if I was nuts.

40.  My doctor wants me to have a hysterectomy but I am holding off if I win the lottery I would easily have more kids.

41.  I don’t play the lottery.

42.  Owen was meant to be a girl adopted from China.

43.  If he had been a girl, I would have named her Lillian Octavia.

44.  I used to be accused of being too kind.  I try to temper my kindness with honesty.

45.  I thought all of my children would go through school without any problems academically.

46.  I feel blessed that I learned such terrific advocacy skills in Alaska.

47.  I hate autism but am oddly fascinated by it at the same time.

48.  I seriously thought of killing myself after we got Owen’s diagnosis.

49.  I thought I would be sparing Kevin, Gracie and Cameron.

50.  ‘Cause Owen was coming with me.

51.  Knowledge has meant power for me.  And I enjoy learning about autism.

52.  England was very difficult for Kevin and I.

53.  The house we lived in had many problems and the estate agent sucked.

54.  We had lots of friends though and a terrific support system.  I miss them terribly.

55.  Kevin made a childhood dream come true when we lived there—we took a trip to Legoland in Denmark.

56.  I was accosted by children twice in Rome—while holding Cameron.  It was horrible.

57.  I knocked off someone’s windscreen mirror (sideview mirror) when we lived in London and I drove away.

58.  I hated driving there.

59.  I was born Catholic, raised Lutheran, converted back to Catholicism and was thrilled when I decided God was a womyn.

60.  I am apathetic toward religion now.

61.  My confirmation name is Philomena.

62.  Gracie made her communion but it was more about the dress.

63.  When I got married in the Catholic Church, I walked down the aisle to the Processional from The Sound of Music.

64.  I rented my wedding dress from an antique store.

65.  I wanted a crocheted Irish Wedding dress. If I start now, maybe I can make one for Gracie’s daughter!

66.  This seemed easy at first and now not.

67.  We brought a priest into the church to use inclusive language.

68.  He kept on screwing up.

69.  I wanted to correct him but was afraid God would strike me down.

70.  I wouldn’t be scared today.

71.  I hate to clean.

72.  I am bad at cleaning.

73.  My house is cluttered–I throw almost nothing out.

74.  I don’t like to go clothes shopping.

75.  I prefer smaller shops with less selection.

76.  I am overweight and I don’t really care.

77.  I feel just a little bit heavier than I did when I was 50lbs lighter.

78.  We are getting a cleaning person.

79.  I think making the bed is silly.

80.  Cameron is cute and gets away with more than he probably should.

81.  I hate yogurt.

82.  I don’t drink milk anymore and it bums me out.

83.  I really love cereal and oatmeal.

84.  Cream of Wheat is my all time favorite but it doesn’t taste the same without milk.

85.  I would like to go back to graduate school someday.

86.  I am not sure what I want to study.

87.  I have some courses in Public Health but I am sure they are expired.

88.  I voted for Nader in this election and the last.

89.  My mom and I can butt heads pretty badly.

90.  I haven’t spoken to my sister for over a month.

91.  No comment necessary from you mom.

92.  Kevin and I have been through a lot.

93.  And marriage has been much harder than I thought it would be.

94.  We are there for each other when times are toughest.

95.  I need him.

96.  Needing people is hard for me.

97.  I am argumentative.

98.  I hate when people read over my shoulder.

99.  I prefer odd numbers.

100.  Kevin thinks I am exceptional.  Can you see why I love him?

101.  He is one of the kindest people I know.

 

Drive by post

Filed under: Uncategorized — katy @ 9:02 am

Lantern_love Ritratto_drop_scarf Mulitdirectional For_gracies_teacher

These are my fab Lantern Moon needles from Granny.  Aren’t they goregous?  Next to that is a scarf to be knit for Miss G.  Cam’s Resource Room teacher (and Gracie’s old Rescource Room teacher).  I am using Stacy Charles Ritratto and basing it on a scarf I saw online.  Next is the multidirectional scarf in the clearance Silk Garden.  The yarn is kind of funky with odd bits in it.  Is this the first time I have knit with Silk Garden?  Hmmm….  Last we have the yarn Gracie chose for her teacher.  It’s a muppet scarf but Gracie picked it–Firenze.  At least it is soft. 

I have to get Cameron and Gracie to school and go to work.  I went in to the shop yesterday to inventory the Encore.  I really need to get my Christmas shopping done!  Ugh.  I have never let it go this long with next to nothing done!  I have really enjoyed reading the 100 things lists.  I want to do one too but am not sure I want to think that much about my life right now. 

 

Ups, downs and all around December 1, 2004

Filed under: Uncategorized — katy @ 8:10 pm

I started a multidirectional scarf at Ann’s yesterday.  I met her new dog Poe and I was smitten and bitten.  But puppy bites are just fine by me.  The puppy poo was not quite as nice but he was so stinkin’ cute.  I am on a mad internet search for a Goldendoodle.  They are kind of pricey but seem the right dog for us–temperment and allergy wise.  The multidirectional scarf is being done in Noro Silk Garden I had gotten in the clearance bin at a LYS.  The Sirdar Gigi cardigan was a BIG mistake!  I had it in my head that it was a bulky kind of yarn.  It knits at a dk weight.  Shoot me now.  Maybe the child will get it for her birthday next August or maybe not!  It is way too fiddly for US 6’s and torture on US 3’s.

I had Owen’s meeting with his teachers today.  He will not be going to preschool in January.  Nor do they believe he will be going to preschool next September.  I kind of asked them to lay it on the line…and they did.  In my head, I guess I knew this to be true.  My heart wanted something different.

I don’t think I am a pessimist.  Although my family would say differently.  I am, however, a person who needs to know the worst possible scenario.  If I know that, I feel like I can cope with anything.  And I like to beat the odds.  I enjoy working with Granny because she is so optimistic and upbeat.  She has a terrific sense of humor and really knows how to roll with it and yuck it up later. 

Today Granny gifted me with some fab Lantern Moon needles.  I am in love!  Holy smoke–these things are so smooth and incredible.  I can’t wait to knit with them.  Will I be replacing my Addis?  Not likely but move over Clover!  I also bought a beautiful needle case from Lantern Moon to hold my treasured needles.  Pictures tomorrow.