A mouse in the house.?
Mice are nice, say the children.
Let's take a video of him....Grandma!
Today, mean Grandma called Orkin instead..
Mice are nice, say the children.
Let's take a video of him....Grandma!
Today, mean Grandma called Orkin instead..
F....inished...as in Done...just need the label and snip..it..
I did not listen to my man tonight...I did not sew until 10 pm
Only then could I relax and see the light.
His shirts to comfort me, filled with wool batting.
Tied by my friends...with love.
I have had a hard time quilting wool.
I prefer the tied look.
Tomorrow you will find me snuggled in.
Here we go again....the waves...a dance?
It is my dance now as I navigate grief and try to survive...
And so it goes with my only brother who lives in NJ in a rented van with his wife and 16 cats. Thank God he was just able to get insurance.
He has cellulitis in his foot and an ulcerated back.
All from being homeless.
Working four part-time jobs together they cannot afford a place to live.
They are in their 60s.
I want to throw up.
My only sister has two adult children who struggle, one with a touch of spina bifida. She now needs a gall bladder removal..Alexis needs insurance to get her operation.
My sister works all night two jobs to pay her rent.
I feel dizzy.
My only son is still in jail.
I struggle..
Looking for help there, is like looking for bread in the hardware store..
I do forget that sometimes.
My only daughter and her man are on the NW coast looking at places to live.
My image of my only self is one of being on top of my game..not at the bottom!!.
Where is 28, 38, 48, and 58, when I need it most???
At 68 with two broken knees and a broken heart, I am not at all in an accepting mood..
It is an eventide...not a morning song.
Thank goodness for all my dogs.
Thankful for my friends
Thankful for you all.
Look for the Light
And so it goes with my only brother who lives in NJ in a rented van with his wife and 16 cats. Thank God he was just able to get insurance.
He has cellulitis in his foot and an ulcerated back.
All from being homeless.
Working four part-time jobs together they cannot afford a place to live.
They are in their 60s.
I want to throw up.
My only sister has two adult children who struggle, one with a touch of spina bifida. She now needs a gall bladder removal..Alexis needs insurance to get her operation.
My sister works all night two jobs to pay her rent.
I feel dizzy.
My only son is still in jail.
I struggle..
Looking for help there, is like looking for bread in the hardware store..
I do forget that sometimes.
My only daughter and her man are on the NW coast looking at places to live.
My image of my only self is one of being on top of my game..not at the bottom!!.
Where is 28, 38, 48, and 58, when I need it most???
At 68 with two broken knees and a broken heart, I am not at all in an accepting mood..
It is an eventide...not a morning song.
Thank goodness for all my dogs.
Thankful for my friends
Thankful for you all.
Look for the Light
