I saw this quilt online somewhere...I do not remember where...
and, I have no pattern.
Day two...homeschooling...reading outside.
This year there was nothing but anxiety for St. Paddy's Day
This fun picture is from 7 years ago
Dylan cheering Grandma..by bringing in two tulips from the garden
I love tulips.
Below, my first finished receiving blanket ..helped along by my
new online quilting group, the Good Vibes Quilters....
This one is for someone who loves NE USA and also loves sheep.
a Chrome book from school for Dylan's home learning.
We tried to get the two chrome books linked to the school...
with NO success, and a lot of irritability .
We sat in shock as our city closed down..from the schools to the malls to the libraries..
Tonight...
My son went to 5 different grocery stores for another chicken or ground beef.
He came home with a huge Thanksgiving turkey...for baking and souping and sandwiching.
I am so grateful.
He also had to find parts for our now broken garage door and our rotten deck boards.
Soon, he too will not be allowed out and about.
More stress is upon us. I never really liked potato chips...I am a sugar lady...but now
My good old friend, anxiety, keeps me stuffing the chips into my mouth as if they were vitamins.
This note on Cherie's blog brought things into perspective.
Again, I must repeat:
I am not OK. But, I am trying.
and, I have no pattern.
This fun picture is from 7 years ago
I love tulips.
Below, my first finished receiving blanket ..helped along by my
new online quilting group, the Good Vibes Quilters....
This one is for someone who loves NE USA and also loves sheep.
Yesterday was the third worse St Paddy's Day of all..for our family.
We forgot to celebrate any of it...we did not even wear green. Instead, we picked upa Chrome book from school for Dylan's home learning.
We tried to get the two chrome books linked to the school...
with NO success, and a lot of irritability .
We sat in shock as our city closed down..from the schools to the malls to the libraries..
Tonight...
My son went to 5 different grocery stores for another chicken or ground beef.
He came home with a huge Thanksgiving turkey...for baking and souping and sandwiching.
I am so grateful.
He also had to find parts for our now broken garage door and our rotten deck boards.
Soon, he too will not be allowed out and about.
More stress is upon us. I never really liked potato chips...I am a sugar lady...but now
My good old friend, anxiety, keeps me stuffing the chips into my mouth as if they were vitamins.
This note on Cherie's blog brought things into perspective.
Again, I must repeat:
I am not OK. But, I am trying.
