We flew over the Canadian Rockies, landed in Montreal and changed planes for Frankfurt. (We will skip the part about the flight delay from Vancouver & Montreal, the late arrival in Frankfurt and the delayed train from Frankfurt. Why bother?) What a lovely feeling, getting off the train in Heidelberg, getting home, dropping off the suitcase on the way in the door.


We shall also gloss over what the house looked like. I don’t even want to talk about the dining room where there is a table somewhere buried under all the flotsam. Or the living room where the teens have apparently been living in order to watch the only TV in the house. They are on Pfingstferien. They tell me they are entitled to stay up late and sleep in.

Actually not my problem as I have to head to the field in the morning.

Even less my problem as DH and I blasted back out the door to pick out bathroom tile and plumbing fixtures. In less than two hours we found tub, tiles, sink and toilet. I am hoping that our bathroom is ripped out while I am in the field and Noah’s room is already partly deconstructed. Those went to our plumbing upstairs.



The Fluted Banisters are done. The colorway is Shades of Teal knit out of Monarch Yarn. I adore this yarn, it is springy and highly twisted. It shows stitch definition extremely well. I have only tried the sport weight on 2,5-2,75mm needles where it is wonderful.

Which only leaves the sockapalooza and a scrap monkey on the needles! The kids did not pick up the mail this week. I could cry, considering this was yarn that I wanted to take along to the field.


Oh – the Vancouver Public Library is a beautiful building – here is a bit more of it.


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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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3 Responses to Home

  1. amanda j says:

    Welcome home! I don’t envy you the renovations, although our house could definitely do with some.

    Why is it that teens can’t see or smell their own mess? Is it a survival technique in case they are left to fend for themselves?

  2. colin says:

    Beaustiful it is.

  3. colin says:

    Oh and so are the socks and so are the aerial views!

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