De-Stressing 101

I am moving to an apartment in a senior living facility.  I so am very ready to care for myself and get myself out of my exhausted black hole. I already have four friends there waiting for me.

Lynsey painted this birdhouse for my new garden...with lovely words on the bottom.

Knowing how much my grands care, makes it all worthwhile.

Taking big colored popsicle sticks and writing sayings on them to encourage me on...is my next de-

stressor.

I can grab one a day to help me remember what is important.

Sad me, leaving my new and awesome sewing room.  It is now empty and ready for a new life. Bookcases made by my dear love.

In 8 days my house goes on the market, no sign, just online.

Empty yellow room, or living room...All rooms, freshly painted from my flood last year.

Dear friend, Michael emptied some shelves in the garage.

My sister and my friends have saved me from myself in this endeavor.

Seventeen year old Evan.

Evan's best friends, Jake and Miles

Missing my Aoife.  Here she is in my closet, reading books with Bunny xo

They have been home in Portland, Oregon for about 10 days. now.

Unfortunately, the gift of Covid came to all three from the airport or airplane.

Poor little Aoife with  her splotchy face and low grade fever.  They are a bit better now, but still test positive for Covid.

A very sad thing happened a few days ago. Both of my televisions were stolen from my garage. It is not that I watch TV that often, it is just one more thing to add to my stress level and broken heart.

I  have not been able to sew for 10 days, busy packing and resting and freaking out...OMG

Tonight I was able to just do some random scrap sewing...very relaxing.

This block was sized by the computer as...in my overwhelmed state, I realize I have packed my rotary cutters and only God knows where....Jeeze Louize!!!

I will be living in my empty house for many weeks...sigh...living just in my sewing room!!

Of course a little vino helps ...Sad that I am out...but chocolate , I found.

Today I was under the weather all day...all stress....ALL!  Our family have lived in this house for 28 years. Memories of my man, my mother, my health, my dog and cats...sigh...

Did I mention how stressed I am...

 I must remember to write on my popsicle sticks a saying I heard:

"Every cloud eventually runs out of rain"

xoxoox