Lady of the Fringe

it's a magpie's nest

Eggs with a ball in the middle
I was remembering many years ago I visited a friend, arriving in the middle of a conundrum. Her youngest asked for eggs with a ball in the middle.  She made a sunny side up egg, which was greeted with tears, and "I want eggs with a ball in the middle!"

I asked if the youngling might mean hard boiled eggs.  Turns out that was what she wanted.

Well, I made "eggs with a ball in the middle" this evening, and was quite pleased with the result.  Om, nom, nom.

I haven't made them in ages. (Decades?) so I turned to the internet.  Yup, pages of recipes for making hard cooked eggs; turns out you don't really boil them much at all, just get the water going, and then let the heat energy applied to the water do the cooking.

Here is a link to the recipe I used, if you want it. http://www.incredibleegg.org/recipe/easy-hard-boiled-eggs/

They suggest using 7 to 10 day old eggs to make peeling the shells off easier, but my eggs are often all eaten before then.  I left this dozen on the counter at room temperature for about 24 hours before cooking them.  First two peeled easy peasy.  The rest are in the fridge for later. Will let you know if they all peel this well.

Apologies for vanishing again
However, the trip to daughter's place for a week (more like ten days, as it turns out) and then my spouse having a stroke (and the subsequent runnings about) have filled my days with more things than I could manage and still visit livejournal (and many other internetish things).

First time back to my journal in, what, a month?

The news about spouse is good, he is progressing well in rehabilitation therapy, and should be coming home in a week or so.  I am still doing the craft show.  With some trepidation, but still doing it.

I'm doing an October Craft Fair
This is after many years of NOT doing craft fairs (I stopped after Mom's death in 2000).  I did a few, a very few, fairs with a good friend, as the second pair of hands, and someone to generally help cover the booth.

It's indoors, one day, and they are providing a table.  Still, I'm terrified.  Silly of me, I know.  I'm taking crochet hats (which many of you have seen over on my face book album page Yarn Arts, or in my Flickr pages), and debating taking my assortment of leather wristbands, the key fringes, and earrings.

I am open to advice and suggestions.

*goes off to stand in the corner quaking under my tablecloth*

Four new hats, and some yarn.
I am now very comfortable with two nice hat patterns, and have made up the trial firsts for two more patterns.

Here is a photo of all four:
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I entered a yarn contest, with 2 days to go.

If I get enough votes in the next two days, I stand to win about $60US worth of yarn, to make more hats for the Valley Youth House kids by winter.

It's on Facebook, so I will completely understand if you don't want to bother. Tell your friends, if you think they might be willing to help. I will be grateful for any support, whether I win or not.

Click here. Thanks.

Edited to add:  It seems you may cast a vote every 12 hours.

Home again, home again, jiggedy jig.
Home from my travels, again. Happy to sleep in my own bed.
This trip was to Grove City, PA and thence to Indianapolis, IN, to the PHAssociation Convention there. Lots of early mornings, late nights and long days in between.

I learned more about the dastardly disease that my oldest daughter, had, (PH stands for pulmonary hypertension*) and about advances in treatment. When she was diagnosed with PH, the doctor giving us the diagnosis said there were no treatments, but we should see the transplant people for completeness sake. When we saw the transplant people, and I asked if there were any medications that might help, the doctor said there was something, but it wasn't approved, and they only used it to help the candidates hold on at the very end, in hopes of getting their transplant before they died. When we went to the other hospital, the doctor there said you don't need a transplant, we have medicine to help; and there were two, nifedipine and Flolan.

Now there are TWELVE medicines, and another one that should be FDA approved sometime this year.

I met some new people, and met some friends face to face for the first time. I also brought along origami paper, and managed to fold and give out around 600 flapping birds.

There were dinners, and at one, while I was folding birds for the children of a couple at the next table, I was answering a question from someone at my own table. She'd asked why I was still active in the PH community if my daughter had passed away. I answered that sometimes a random thing I know can help someone else, like finding out that saline nasal gel is better than saline nasal spray for someone with an oxygen cannula, because the gel doesn't burn like the spray, and doesn't run out of the nose right away... and as long as I have the chance of helping someone, I'm in.

The mom at the next table said she was an ear, nose and throat doctor, asked a few questions about saline nasal gel, and told me I may just have saved some people from nose bleeds. How is that for a random thing being unexpectedly useful?

The PHA has an early diagnosis campaign that I want to help with. It is too late for my daughter, (it took 13 years from the time we knew something was very wrong until we got a doctor to tell us it was PH) but I don't want anyone else to wait that long and get that sick before they find a doctor who can name the problem and start appropriate treatment. It was another year after diagnosis before she was prescribed medication that helped.

*pulmonary hypertension (long for is pulmonary arterial hypertension) refers to high blood pressures in the lungs, related to changes in the walls of the capillaries and increased vascular resistance. it generally plays merry hell with the function and health of the right side of the heart. There is also a version where the left side of the heart is affected, sometimes called PVOD, pulmonary venous occlusive disease, and other names much less fond.

PS. I did something horrible while writing this before, and couldn't figure out how to fix the eggshell on cream coloration, so trying again. *big dog sigh*
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Catherine Wheel Stitch Hat, and "Bacon" scarf
A friend saw this photo of hat and scarf, and asked me why I had bacon with the hat.
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They should be broken hearts today.
Milk Hearts
Farewell Jake.

For Fans of Jay Lake (and/or Howard Taylor)
There is a fundraiser, intriguingly called Sequence a Science Fiction Writer, to help defray the costs involved in the eponymous sequencing.

I got there through Howard's post below the Schlock Mercenary web comic, and I share with you his link .

I want to say something more, but I keep discarding the words because nothing seems to fit the situation quite the way I want it to.  Go, look, read.  Decide for yourself.

It's Icon Day 24
Tod is willing to draw you an icon, just for you, if you ask nicely, and post the request as a comment on the Icon Day thread here:

He's the one who drew my lovely Burd!


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