My oldest grandson, Evan is 19. He works hard and owns his own tiny house.
As I so miss seeing my son for the past 2 years, I see him in my Evan..The eyes, the voice...the heart.
Therapy for Grandma O'Quilts these past two days as hip pain disables me.
Two rope bowls using my cool and awesome blue rope...This is my meditation and my relaxation.
This has been a very difficult pain day. I am thinking that doctors do not care about the elderly...We are just extra parts.
But, then, it is midnight and I should know better than to post now..
I did not leave my apartment all day. With shades drawn, I heard Pearl knocking at my door.
The blue rope bowls helped keep her at bay.
Tomorrow I will try to hobble to lunch. I so need to see people.
At my age, Christmas is just not like it used to be. I am missing my past, I am missing my youth.
Tomorrow is my sister's birthday. Unfortunately she is alone as she watches her daughter get sicker by the day. It breaks my heart that she has such little support.
Hoping now that the morning light will bring me clarity...It usually does.
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Your bowls are beautiful Diane. You are a master of this art, I’ve tried it and made a mess. I’m sorry that pain and nostalgia ruled your day. Try to get out into the world and hopefully find a laugh or two.
I love your bowls, they are very beautiful and beautifully made. I am so sorry about the pain. So proud of Evan- tell him there are readers who are praying for him and cheering him on. Volunteers are building tiny houses by the score for the people in Western North Carolina who are living in tents and wrecked homes. Thank God for people who care. Praying that you get relief and can just relax. Pain can mute the good, but it is still there and wanting to break in.
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