Be Still My Soul ...

Wednesday, October 5, 2022


December will mark 4 years since Bob's been gone. And this picture resonated with me while visiting a friend's FB page.

I got a message on Messenger a few minutes ago (4 weeks old - for whatever reason FB saw fit to keep it hidden), from a woman Bob and I were friends with when we lived on Sparks Drive, in Lexington (different friend). While reading the original 4-week-message .... and massaging back and forth ... it was like time hadn't really passed at all: with my mind's eye, I could see her and Bob talking, and laughing together. Visualizing that remembered time of my life, made my heart happy

A happy surprise.

She was sending me love through that message. I needed that message tonight – with the days getting shorter & darker.

God is good; He always KNOWS what I need, and makes sure I get it 😊


This morning, I pulled my ice trays out of the freezer; and got a good laugh:

Is my ice trying to tell me they had a rough night in the freezer? LOL!

Still chuckling after storing the triggered ice, I poured a cup of coffee, and cruised a few Blog Hops – posting MOD Knit Receiving Baby Blanket … and was pleasantly surprised to notice that MOD knit Baby Jacket had been featured on one of the crafting Blogs 😊

Blog Hopping today ... my MOD Baby Jacket was featured! 
MOD BULKY BABY JACKET & EARFLAP HAT; NB-3 MO. BOY. Knit, bulky weight yarn.

After making all the Blog Hop rounds, I started watching a vintage black-n-white movie, while starting work on another knitted receiving blanket:

MOD KNIT Receiving Blanket; Boy.

All this month I’ll be watching movies, and listening to songs with an October theme – not necessarily with the word ‘October’ in them … but rather, themes that kinda go hand-in-glove with the month of October.

This afternoon, I was watching a movie with a dancing gypsy in it – and that got me to thinking about the Gypsy Woman song; and the time Bob and I were driving country roads, and saw what I dubbed a ‘gypsy wagon’ sitting off in a field, by itself; there was also a camel in the field πŸ˜‰

A camel in a PNW field! Vader-WA
Gypsy Wagon; Vader.
Brian Hyland – ‘Gypsy Woman’ song:

Santana – ‘Black Magic Woman’ song: (

Cher – ‘Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves’ song: (

Don Williams – “I Remember a Gypsy Woman’ song: (

Planxty – ‘Raggle Taggle Gypsy’ song: (

Uriah Heap – ‘Gypsy’ song: (

Van Morrison – ‘Gypsy’ song: (

Van Morrison – ‘Gypsy in My Soul’ song: (

Deep Purple – ‘Gypsy’s Kiss’ song: (

Bonnie Raitt – ‘Gypsy in Me’ song: (

Ricky Nelson – ‘Gypsy Woman’ song: (

Checking out other picture files of my life with Bob, in the same timeframe as the gypsy wagon and camel … I ran across pictures of the time we went target shooting up Spruce Creek – I hadn’t shot a gun in quite awhile (and then it was a pistol, not a rifle); but I really liked the old W22 bolt action rifle Bob inherited from his Grandpa Smalley, so I was excited to get to shoot it 😊

The rifle didn’t shoot {true}, so Bob had to show me how to line the shot up correctly: that took a few rounds before I got the hang of it. But I have a competitive streak in me, so I kept at it until I made a bullseye … and two more, for good measure. Bob knew how to line his shots up accurately with that rifle, so he shot bullseye all the time; but he praised me every time I made a score, and I came home feeling pretty proud of myself.

Bob setting the target – 75-foot distance Spruce Creek, 2010. My wolf ‘Precious’, is beside him.
W22 Bolt action rifle.
‘Sighting’ the W22 was a bit tricky because the sidewalls of the 4x bed was practically at my collarbone!
My ten shots got better with every voiced competitive, ‘I can do it’; and eventually became ‘BULLSEYE!’ 3 times, echoing off the forest walls πŸ˜‰
Upping the stakes … my shots at ‘something a little smaller’; they got better too, as my {sightings} honed in on the bullseye zone πŸ˜Š

Bob’s son, Alex, inherited that rifle after Bob’s spirit passed from this life to the next, nearly 4 years ago.

L wants to take me shooting at the shooting range on his family ranch, but I’m not sure I want to do that. Even though there would be other people there, too, I’d feel weird without Bob beside me: I guess maybe my gypsy woman vibe left when Bob did

But I did like the memory of that little competitive moment with Bob, in 2010.

Bob always loved a good challenge – that's how I came into his life 😊

And my challenge was Bob – in those white cut-off shorts that showed off his dripping, tanned manly body, as he sailed through the air doing triple somersaults behind his cousin's speed boat; looked like a nordic god to me.

We both loved challenges πŸ˜‰

Tonight, this gypsy woman misses her viking man.


I’ve been making baby items for the local Caring Pregnancy Center – this is the latest item completed; a blanket made with ‘girl’ colors πŸ˜‰

Crafted to match sizing; knit blanket.

Yesterday afternoon, I received news that Christina’s baby arrived very prematurely; he was born yesterday, and weighed in at 3 lbs. 15 oz. … so, the receiving blanket I’m working on today is in ‘boy’ colors 😊

MOD KNIT Receiving Blanket; Boy.

The pattern is so simple and easy to work up, I almost feel embarrassed to post it.


Materials: 9.8 oz. MC Bernat Baby Sport Yarn; adequate amount of CC baby sport yarn for trim; #5 straight needles; st counter; #G crochet hook; tapestry needle.

Size: Baby Blanket; receiving size – 34 x 29 inches

Terms Used:

MC = main color

CC = contrast color

CO – cast on

sts = stitches

garter st = knit 1 row (RS)/purl 1 row (WS)

RS = right side of work, facing

WS = back side of work, facing

sc = single crochet

sk = skip

EO = end off

Pattern: Slip st counter on a knitting needle. With MC yarn, CO 150 sts; purl next row – knit next row. Continue in garter st for a total of 250 rows. EO

With crochet hook and CC yarn, pickup 125 sts across top of blanket as follows – 2 sc in corner st; *5 sc, sk 1* - to top corner edge, then make 3 sc in corner st and continue down the side in 124 sc to bottom corner, making 3 sc in corner st: repeat *5 sc, sk 1* across bottom of blanket with a 3 sc in each corner sts … and finish the whole thing with 124 sc to top corner, making 1 sc in top corner st to equal 3 sc total in that st. EO and weave in loose ends.

SC edging, with corner increases.
MOD KNIT Receiving Blanket ~ Full Size, 34 x 29 inches.

That’s it 😊 Easy-peasy πŸ˜‰

Tuesday, October 4, 2022


I heard the report this morning, that Loretta Lynn died. She was 90 yo.

AP Press – “Loretta Lynn, Coal Miner’s Daughter & County Queen, Dies”:

My mother actually met Loretta Lynn when she was singing at Fairs, back East. My mother also met Patsy Cline several times. My mother was a groupie before groupies were "a thing"  Loretta Lynn and Patsy Cline were best friends - Loretta named one of her daughters 'Patsy'; Loretta was pregnant with this daughter when she received the news that Patsy had died.

Biography – “Inside Patsy Cline & Loretta Lynn’s Instantaneous and Unbreakable Bond”:

Loretta was a teenage bride - very young, married between 13 and 16; she had 3 children by the time her early 20's came around. Loretta's mother was a Native American (Cherokee).

Loretta was all about women's lib ... and was very vocal about it in her songs, in a time when that was not acceptable. Her husband was rough and rowdy - and was 8 or 10 years older than she was - but he towed the line: she didn't put up with macho bullshit.

Loretta Lynn – “Don’t Come Home Drinkin’ With Lovin’ On Your Mind”: (

Loretta Lynn – “The Pill” song: (

Loretta Lynn – “Rated X” song: (

My Grandfather Joseph Ball was a coal miner, but he wasn't poor. Grandpa died of black lung when I was 6 years old, but I have good memories of him: those memories make me smile. I wish Bob could have known him. Bob met my Grandmother Ball when we were dating.

This song was my mother's favorite ...

Loretta Lynn – ‘Coal Miner’s Daughter’ song: (

Monday, October 3, 2022


It's been an interesting 24 hours.

Yesterday afternoon, I met a real, live, neanderthal.

A neanderthal man is running loose in our local area ...
Sha Na Na – ‘Alley Oop’ song:
It was like a time-warp Twilight Zone Episode.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Delusional 'logic' ...
I was glad when that obnoxious moron finally left!
I hope the cave dweller stays away today.

This morning I listened to the spokesperson for the u.n. bragging about how they are focusing on mind-control in regards to {climate change}.

The asinine u.n. thinks to override Yeshua - the Creator!
u.n.’s message to the world: ‘We Own the Science”:
Force is tyranny; tyranny does not work with rational people ...

And this afternoon, I watched the Crown Princess Passenger Cruise Lines Ship move downriver at 55 mph: it was literally keeping pace with traffic on Ocean Beach Highway.

HUGE passenger ship off Oak Point; Willow Grove in the background.
Crown Princess Cruise Lines Passenger Ship, cruising the Columbia River at Stella.
The Crown Princess is 16 years old; and is currently sailing under the flag of Bermuda - from Vancouver BC to Los Angeles.

While I was watching the big ship pass by, I received a message from Kerry that he had taken me up on my request that he come and take Bob’s Coho Bench to his home in the mountains – I am thankful! Kerry designed, and crafted it … but now that Bob is no longer here, it no longer serves a purpose here. Plus, it just really weirded me out; I’m glad it’s gone. I’ll was the dust off the porch, and put something else out there next year 😊

YES! Bob's youngest brother and his son came to take the Coho Bench - THANK YOU, YESHUA!

Saturday, October 1, 2022


I went grocery shopping this morning.

The sticker price of bacon was staggering … so I settled for less, which was doable. It won’t go far; but I don’t need to be a pig about it – bacon’s not a very healthy food, even if it does tickle the taste buds πŸ˜‰

The price of bacon in obiden's economy ... is outrageously high.
1-lb; which amounts to approx. 16 slices. Still outrageously high - but doable.

On my way to the checkout lane, these tasty brews caught my attention so, they came home with me.

Spaced out and sipped while watching October-themed-movies, or a {riveting} attention absorbing novel; they’ll satisfy my taste buds further than the bacon. LOL

I’m not overly fond of stout beers, so these will easily last through the month. I like the heady taste of cloves, the warm taste of cinnamon, the zing of allspice, and the tart tang of ginger in Fall and Winter months: plus, they all do taste like liquid pumpkin pie 😊

October appropriate. LOL

Last night I started a new read.

I’m a sucker for Highland brogue, and prehistoric monster lore πŸ˜‰

Tuesday, September 27, 2022


This morning, I was invited to a coffee-chit chat … so, having nothing else to do, and wanting to broaden my ‘tribe’ community – I went πŸ˜‰

'Gentle' eyebrow tint & glittery 'Focus' on eyelids.
Ready to roll ...

It was fun. And as always happens when people are getting to now one another, a questions and answer session unfolded.

Until this afternoon, I’m wasn’t sure I knew what I really wanted out of this New Life that is constantly unfolding and molding itself to life in the moment.

I know what I miss in this, my new life.

I know what I don’t want in this, my new life.

I know that I want to experience more vivacity of heart, creativity, and anticipation.

I want to always get excited about the little things in life that become big moments in the moment: the keen sense of untapped possibilities, unfolding seasons – and all the charm and change they bring, windows (car of home) open on a crisp fall day, captured sweet moments of laughter with people I love, rainy day naps, good books … and long phone covo’s with people who care if I live or die.

The Moody Blues – ‘I Know You’re Out There’ song: (

I just want life that vibrates with a strong current of Life.

I want to experience – with all my senses – all the beauty that life still holds for me.

When I was asked this afternoon what I want out of life, I answered without hesitation: “I want direction. I want someone in my life to share my life with.” I have thought this thought for a little over a year now; but I have never before said it out loud – saying it out loud would make it a real “thing”. A thing I would actively put into motion. This afternoon I actually said it out loud. This afternoon I spoke the want out loud … I basically spoke it into action. As soon as the words were out of my mouth and became real living things, bouncing off the walls and filling the room, my heart leapt and I wanted to cry with the liberating freedom that was born in that moment.

My heart is expanding. My life is making space for a strong current of Life.

That’s what I want out of this new phase of my unfolding life.

But for now … in this moment … all I seem to have acquired is a resident rabbit, that is making a home for itself on my town lot πŸ˜‰

My resident wild rabbit.