I am so losing my touch. That is what happens when the brain does not listen to me.
Why does every quilt mistake like these busy attempts just start another quilt with the newly cut pieces?
It is like scraps...they multiply
Guess solids are in store here...Oh, well...learning thru blogging pictures.
Aoife and her daddy having so much fun.
Brothers showing their girls the tractor parade in front of their house.
Fifty tractors out for joy...no protesting, no other motive but to wave at the country folks and make children happy...Wow!!
Aoife learning to blow Dandelion fuzz
Both of my children called to wish me Happy Mother's Day
My favorite candy mailed ahead of time from Portland
And a promisary note for a daughter/mother lunch at one of my favorite restaurants: Le Monte when she visits in July
My daughter from Ireland and my son from a local park
I do not know why rain is coming through my eyes..Maybe because May is fraught with painful memories....ALS awareness month, my mother's birthday, my mother's death day (tomorrow, May 9), my father's death day , My husband's diagnosis day, the day my mother fell out of her wheelchair and broke her neck, Mother's day, the big flood anniversary
...All of these memories are in May June first is our wedding anniversary...How can I get through May?
Tomorrow I must leave the house and see friends...There seems to be a committe in my mind that stresses me out...next thing I know, Pearl and her sisters will come visit....UGH
Thank God I have lunch plans tomorrow and supportive friends. Thank God I have quilting and quilting buddies. Thank God for a lot of things..
