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Poor neglected Steelie Pete. Or should I say my poor neglected readers. Sorry it's been so long. Lets just say that "life" got in the way of our fun. I have been working on Steelie, occasionally. Above we see that the Word Steelers does indeed look similar to the word. I'm amazed. I did it! I created a simi readable word with yarn.

Now, I fear that I will be weaving ends until the end of time. Can we say Christmas, 2026? LOL

Here is what the back of Steelie Pete looks like.



I've actually got about a fourth of these loose yarns weaved in now, but it is taking forever! Mostly because after 10 minutes of weaving I find myself really bored!

I tried, I mean am still trying, to convince my Dad that he would love this kind of stuff and I could teach him to weave ends. He's not buying that bridge! Dang, why does my Dad have to be such a smarty?!

Well, that's short but sweet. All I got for now. Hopefully it won't take me as long to do the next update.

Well, here, finally is my first picture of Steelie Pete. Yes, I named my afghan in progress. If you are not only an inanimate object but an inanimate object that isn't even complete and you become alive, well, you need a name!

This photo is of Steelie Pete in his blob stage. As you can see even then, not yet looking like anything real, was already beginning to take over my couch. Now, I fold him neatly into one corner of the couch when I stop working on him each night, and yet, the next day when I go to relax in front of the T.V. For my daily ritcual of Gilmore Girls, he jumps in my way! (not allowing me to sit on the couch without the promise of working on him)

I can't even enjoy a mind numbing session of T.V. Vegetation!

Ahh, Well, such is life when you have a Steelie Pete in your home.

Next time: Steelie Pete finds a personality.

Try walking a mile in their shoes...... I am willing to bed that sometime in all our lives we've been told this, or heard this phrase or something that meant the same. I'm here to tell you that you can't. It is just not possible. You can never know how it feels to be someone else in any situation. Nor can anyone know how it feels to be you.

I have to keep reminding myself of that as I continue my exploration of other peoples online journals. I seek out those who have life events that are in common with my own life events. I see some of the pain that I have, in their writings. I see some of the thoughts that I have had and still have in their thoughts. But still I know that they are not the same as me. I am not the same as them. Because we do have some common issues, some common pain, we can support each other. We can offer a shoulder to lean on, we can offer an ear to listen. We can hold each other's "hands" while we cry. But we can never, never judge the actions, or reactions of another person just because we reacted differently to the same event. Because we can't see into that person's soul, their heart. We can't truly know what it it like to be that other person.

That part of this concept is an easy one for me. I know, have always know for example, just because I lost my grandmother and my friend lost her grandmother does not mean our pain is the same.

But I also know that many people don't understand that. What I think of as common sense other's have to learn. Nothing wrong with that. It's just another one out of a million differences that humans have. But knowing that their are people out there that think they can figure out what it's like to be in someone else's shoes is scary to say the least. These people almost always think they would do things differently if they were in that other person's shoes, so there for they believe the "other" person is wrong.

In writing an online journal, I know I am opening myself up to anyone who cares to read it. Those who agree and disagree with me alike. This is fine. Perhaps if you disagree with me about something, you may change my mind, if you present it in a respectful way. But the part that is scary is when I finally do take that final leap and tell my whole story, I'm not at all sure anyone will support me. I keep looking for someone who has had the same thing happen in their life and come back to tell, but I have not found anyone. Not really. Oh yes, I have found many and many more people who share my loss, but not in the same way. And I wonder what even these people will see when looking at me after they know my whole story. And yes, I am scared. Since I have taken this step to face my demons, I have found that I can't do it alone. And real life family and friends are not the answer. Support from strangers is more helpful in this situation. What if those strangers remove their support? What will happen then?

No, I don't want anyone to try walking in my shoes. I just want them to understand that sometimes in life, we make seemingly small mistakes that cause a whole cataclysmic domino effect that spirals towards the pit of hell itself. And suddenly you find yourself forced to make a choice that changes not only your life, but the lives of so many people you love and you can never ever take it back. And sometimes, you learn and you are so sorry for what you did, but it's too late and now you don't think anyone can ever forgive you, because you can't forgive yourself.