9-7-15
We drove up to Rocky Mountain National Park today. It snowed! We went on a long hike 1000 feet in elevation up and 1.7 miles long each way. This is what we found at the top... a lake!
8-30-15
I picked up Frisbee's ashes on Friday. They are in this box I bought last week-- the day after he died. It was made by a student at the university and I'd been watching it in the store window for a month or more. Squirt washed Frisbee's stuffed bear-- his first lovey toy, which he never tore apart, just licked. I'll frame a photo to add to the memorial shelf in the den. I cried for hours after picking up his ashes. It cut into me again. I miss him so.
8-23-15
Another pair of baby socks.
My first week of class went ok. Knitting is my refuge right now.
My cotton harvest is coming along nicely.
8-21-15
Frisbee died today.
Here is his obituary.
Carnelian Winsmith "Frisbee Whippet" died at home on August 21, 2015 in Auburn, Alabama with his adoptive people-parents by his side. He was 109 in people-years and almost 16 in dog-years. Frisbee was born on December 27, 1999 in Albemarle County, Virginia at Farmington. His dog father was Champion Summit Cassanova "Nova", and his dog mother was "A Star is Born (Judy)" Winsmith. His breeder was Mrs. Harriet Nash Lee. Frisbee had a notable pedigree. He also had one wonky ear, which made him especially adorable. He was adopted by our family when he was 12 weeks old and lived in Virginia, Kentucky, and Alabama. Frisbee could run like the wind, and could indeed catch frisbees. He loved to run and catch frisbees at the Dunlora Field, his favorite romping ground down by the Rivanna River in Charlottesville. He enjoyed exploring the fields and creeks and woods at Dunlora, and lived there with his family and cat, Mittens, until 2009 when a job in the Blue Grass called. At Kentucky, Frisbee practiced "The Treat Game" every early evening in the UK Arboretum, running back and forth between his adoptive parents for crunchy treats. When Frisbee retired from his racing career in 2012, he moved to Alabama and got his own back yard- with plenty of grass and trees with shade to call his own. Frisbee is survived by his people: Squirt, Aza, Jes, and Chrissy and Dan, and many special friends (you know who you are) who truly appreciated his awesomeness. He is lovingly and tenderly missed, and our hearts are broken today. We hope to see him at the Rainbow Bridge; we really do.
8-15-16
Frisbee is in hospice care at home. He looks ok in this photo, but he is not OK.
Mom had us over for dinner and dessert. This was an amazing concoction.
8-13-15
Snuggling Frisbee.
Been going to schools all week to meet teachers I will be working with this crazy busy semester I'm about to embark on.
8-12-15
Frisbee is dying. I hold him a lot now. His time is short on this Earth. My heart is breaking.
8-11-15
8-10-15
Squirt is moving out. This is the bed that our friends gave him-- brought home on top of the car. He is accumulating things this week and cleaning the apartment.
8-8-15
With the extra sock yarn, I am making some baby socks.
Not that I have a baby... but maybe someday I can be a professional knitter and a grandmother.
Mom had us over for dinner and we got to sample two different pies and homemade ice cream. The ice cream was flavored with cinnamon and rum. OMG!!!
8-7-15
The socks I worked on all the way to Virginia and back are done.
I wish I had a job that just involved knitting.
I would design things, spin, knit, publish patterns, photograph things...
Oh, what a life.
I found my calling too late.
8-6-15
Frisbee is not well. He has stopped eating.
My cotton crop is coming in.
Summer is ending and next week things pick up. I am mourning Frisbee already, and the end of my summer.
8-1-15
Today we moved Aza into her new apartment in the city in which I was born. Here I am with my BFF, fixing to have dinner at a Cuban restaurant in the city.
We unloaded the U-Haul in a short time.
I cleaned... we put stuff down... and it was hot. No AC.
It's an adorable apartment.
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