Fabric Remnants Yay!

I got terribly bored with my looks, this evening, so pulled out a fabric remnant my mother gave me a while back, and made a headband. Still have quite a bit of it left, so will make some other things, as well.

And now back to other projects!

Holidays! Auuugh!

Halloween is very nearly here. This means I've got a lot on my hands. Holidays are coming, and I have gifts to make, so I've been knitting and crocheting my behind off, lately.

Please check in, as I may be adding photos of gifts soon.

Bwah?!

Good lord! Has it really been so long, since I posted anything, here?!

My life's been a little crazy, over the past few months. I hope to start posting regularly again, soon.

Keep your eyes peeled!

New Kid on the Block

I've added a second blog to the DeeGee Blog Network. It's called "Flailing Madness", and can be found at http://flailingmadness.blogspot.com , and is my ranty space.

Watch out, though. Kids shouldn't be there, and it probably will have some NSFW content, in the future.

Have fun, all, and happy April Fool's.

Warrior Woman. RAAAGH!

This morning, we woke up, and started demo on our bathroom. It was crazy, but pretty fun.

First thing: We found a soft spot near our toilet. Needed fixing. Then, my sister, while we were looking into that, happened to pull the paneling away from near our ancient cast iron clawfoot tub. And she found that we, essentially, were taking showers in pretty much midair. And as we were removing the sink to remove the tub, we found that the wooden cupboard/frame used for the sink needed replacing. Yay.

A friend of my mother's is helping with the reworking. And two of my brother's so-called "friends" stopped by to help with the tub moving. The two "friends" left partway through to go play Yu-Gi-Oh! at a local game shop, so I just have to stop and send a big "SCREW YOU!" their way, right now. Essentially, though, everything is being done DIY.

We'd planned to save toilet, sink, and bathtub, originally. Only thing left, is the sink. And we don't even know if we'll be using it, or getting a new one. My sister dropped the toilet, outside, and shattered the tank.

"But what happened to the tub?!" you ask. "Surely a cast-iron antique tub could handle being moved!"

No. It couldn't.

The floor beneath it was rotted out, and it was pretty much in midair, over mush and what my sister calls "paper". It was sitting on beams, and famed in on one side, thankfully, or someone in my family would be dead, now, from having fallen through the floor, in the damned thing.

Anyway... There were six people, ready to move the tub, when we got it disconnected. My mom's friend was where the sink was, closest to the wall. I was next to him, then was my sister, then my brother. The two friends were both in the doorway, each pulling the same corner.

We lifted, and pulled, and next thing we heard was CREAKCRACKBOOM!... and we found ourselves, six people, holding onto this tub for dear life, trying not to let it fall into the basement and trying our damnedest not to fall into the basement with it. We all came pretty close, I'll tell you, but we managed to get it out, at the cost of one of the legs. To get it out of the house, we had to take a sledge to the rest of the legs, and remove them, and drag the tub, after the boys ran off. Again, a big SCREW YOU! to these guys, for leaving us like that.

Then, we had to tear up THREE LEVELS of floor that had been built where the toilet was. Yes, that's right. When the old floor would go, my uncles would do nothing but put a new floor over it, instead of fixing the problem that needed fixing. So, now, there's two huge holes in our bathroom floor, and a major amount of stuff that needs done.

We're getting a new shower (which will be much better for my mother, who's disabled), and a new toilet, and maybe even a new sink.

I've taken some pictures of the demo (including a picture of an old gaslight that's still in the bathroom!), and will also have some, when it's finished, if my mother will let me post them here.

I feel great about being able to work like this. It really makes me feel like I'm a warrior woman, in one of the only ways I can be, in this day and age.

... With a Little Help From My Friends...

Well, it's been a while, since I posted. Lots of reasons, for that, really.

First, my new Wind crashed, one evening, and I couldn't even get the Recovery bundled with it, to work. So, I was SOL, because I had no USB DVD drive to load the Recovery DVD with. But, you know...? That's okay, because I really can use an insanely expensive brick.

Because of this, I hit a spot of depression, during which I actually caught what's either a terrible cold, or a mild flu, that's still clinging for dear life in my lungs. Coughed so hard last night that I got sick, and somehow managed to get vomit in my own eye. Still can't figure out how it happened.

But, I spent days and days searching for a fix for my poor Wind. Nothing worked. And when I was ready to give up, I stumbled across Puppy Linux. Information about Puppy can be found here and here. My biggest stumbling blocks were figuring out what to do to burn an ISO to a CD, and that my old, busted up MP3 player could be formatted, to create a bootable version of this. From there, it was just an easy reformat of the empty partition on my machine, and from there, I just installed Puppy. My Wind boots, my files are backed up, and I'm happy.

I may have to remove Windows, and work toward getting another form of Linux or two, on there.

I swear, the less Bill Gates and his evil, soul-sucking brainchild have to be a part of my life, the happier I am.

And much love to the the Bard, and my other friends who got me through the worst of the depression, when it hit.

America the Beautiful...

I watched the inauguration, today, with tears in my eyes.

I had a whole thing about it all typed out, and ready to post.

But, just when I was ready to transfer my pre-written post over, I remembered something. And it's something pretty damn important. Yes, it's so important that I'm willing to overlook my normal policy of not cursing on this particular blog.

So, I'm sorry, but you're not going to see that post. I'm going to trash it. Nobody is ever going to see it.

You may ask yourselves, "What the hell could possibly be so important, that Miss DeeGee is willing to change up her day's post, and write a post to us live?" And the answer is simply this: I remembered that my mother was born in 1955, the year a 14-year-old African-American boy from Chicago named Emmett Till was murdered. And this was no regular murder. This was truly brutal. And the sad part? The two men known to have taken part were never punished.

Never had the misfortune of seeing pictures of him in school? Look him up. But be warned, it's not for people with a weak stomach, and may or may not be Nightmare Fuel, for some folks.

But, the thing is this: Emmett's mother, Mamie, decided that she was going to have an open-casket funeral, because she wanted the world to see what these men had done to her son. Photographs were taken, and published. And people were shocked into action.

See... This was part of what helped spark things in the early years of the Civil Rights Movement. My mother was born less than a month after Emmett Till's death, and less than two months before Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat on the bus.

My mother grew up during the years of that famous movement. She remembers when Martin Luther King and Malcom X were killed. And she knows exactly where she was (school), when Kennedy was killed. I was born years after these events occurred, of course, and it's only now that I'm able to truly and fully appreciate that she actually lived through the events, instead of having to hear about them in history classes.

I paused, during my typing, to ask her whether she remembered the deaths I mentioned above. King and Malcom X she remembers only vaguely, but Kennedy, she's a lot more clear on. She was eight, when Kennedy was killed. She was nine, when Malcom X was killed. And then, King was killed, when she was twelve. Our voices were both wavering, when we talked. And I almost choked up, and really started crying, when she said (and this is nowhere near an exact quote) "King was a good man, and he was killed. I really hope Obama makes it through this. It's so wonderful, to be able to see this happening."

My mother and I got to witness the inauguration together. Neither of us thought we would live to see the day when this would happen. We're so happy. America is truly becoming more beautiful, before our eyes. But, at the same time, my mother and I both remember times when it wasn't such a beautiful place, at all. My mother lived through the Civil Rights movement, and she and I both lived through 9-11. And now, we both are seeing this. It's so amazing... So absolutely, mind-bogglingly amazing, to think about.

I think I have to end this, with a line from Elizabeth Alexander's poem. It's the one line that truly reached out and struck me. When I heard it, a voice inside me replied "What if...? What if it really, truly is...?"

What was the line that seemed so profound, that struck me so hard?

"What if the mightiest word is 'love'?"