Sitting here on my wonderful backyard porch, I hear a kitten mewing...or is it a baby??
No, Diane....it is the wheezing from your own asthmatic chest.
Of course, it has nothing
to do with stress!!!!
Just sharing here a blog I have been following for a few years now.
One of the three non-quilting blogs I read.
Our Forest Haven
She is one brave lady!!
Here are found things as I am organizing.
Cat notebook covers.
My grandmother's Swedish Christmas embroideries...tons of them!!
Pictures are just to cheer us on...before the whine:)
ALS is a terminal illness...no ups, no downs...never a better day.
There is no chemo, no radiation, no hope at all.
Once diagnosed, my husband set out to confirm that all our affairs were in order.
Everything was in both names, the wills and powers of attorney were set.
He closed my business for me, so I would not have to. I then retired.
Things were paid off, talks happened, grief started.
When he died, he took his skill set with him, among other things.
His paycheck, his wisdom, his kindness, his brain, his warmth.
I am trying to figure out the money.
The house is paid off, but there is a lot of expensive maintenance when I have to hire out what he could have done for nothing.
It always goes back to one day at a time...Just figuring out one thing..
My sister will be helping 10 year old Evan cut the grass tomorrow..
Emily is sending me soup recipes.
Michael fixes the car.
Muggs does the library for me so I will not spend money stupidly.
Child care is one half of my income..
And, probably Hancock's of Paducah is now dead to me.
Figuring things out is still a slow process.
I read an entire novel yesterday afternoon...stayed up till 1:30 am to finish it.
I have not done that in a long. long time. It is Kara's fault!
I went to bed in my clothes.
Going to put the greys and blacks in their new home.
Read the last half of CS....I liked the book in the daytime. I am going to read it again.
I need a suggestion...here on one shelf lie clipped papers of quilts I will make when I am 100, I guess.
How to store them??? Attractively??
I am reorganizing, you see. I need pretty.
I am so furious about ALS and I am so furious that Rhonda got a brain tumor.
I think I will calm myself by watching again, a few episodes of "Frankie and Grace" on Netflix.
I need a laugh.
Thank you for your enduring support.
Forgive me for being lax on thanking you for comments.