The long anticipated gingerbread bath bomb creating...
Fun..then they started fighting OMG
Not exactly the memories I had in mind.!!!!
Granddaddy's handicapped bathroom was made with the help of a huge fundraiser by his friends
at the Irish society...He was a leader there in music, spirituality , reading and good crac.
Now that he is gone...I am trying to cheer up the bathroom..Here is the latest holiday effort.
I am 40% Swedish instead of the 50% I had thought.
and...18% Norwegian...Really...no one in my family ever
mentioned Norway to me before...hmmm
And in Evan's DNA there is no trace of Cuba..Really?
His migration is through Puerto Rico???
and he is 80% British ...who would have known.
Eagerly awaiting Eamon's..results...cuz as you know, when a child is adopted
there is often a big question mark...We never want to live a lie...when there is DNA expertise out there..
Dylan's jar openers.
Lynsey and Evan have made two potholder tops each.
Evan said that next year he will be in high school and is NOT
making any teacher a potholder for Christmas...but, he said that last year...
Meantime Lynsey wants to make a potholder for everyone.
The children have been sewing these teacher presents.
Grandma, however, seems to have a sewing blockage.
My energy is probably spent with the children....I seem to have little of it.
I have finished the last of 13 Maisie Dobbs mysteries.
What strikes me is the similarity of problems in the 1930's as we have now...
Soldiers who have fought for their country and been wounded are neglected and overlooked.
The rich live in comfort as the poor suffer...
The horror of war.
My cane and I wobble into the library with my book list
The librarian goes to find the books for me.
Sometimes they even carry the books to my car.
Everyone is so good to me.
However.....
No one wants to always feel beholding..
I like to feel good about helping people too.
No one wants to feel humble by receiving and revealing..
Everyone wants to be the giver.
But, then....
"Humility like the darkness, reveals the heavenly lights."
Thoreau
there is often a big question mark...We never want to live a lie...when there is DNA expertise out there..
Dylan's jar openers.
Evan said that next year he will be in high school and is NOT
making any teacher a potholder for Christmas...but, he said that last year...
Meantime Lynsey wants to make a potholder for everyone.
Grandma, however, seems to have a sewing blockage.
My energy is probably spent with the children....I seem to have little of it.
I have finished the last of 13 Maisie Dobbs mysteries.
What strikes me is the similarity of problems in the 1930's as we have now...
Soldiers who have fought for their country and been wounded are neglected and overlooked.
The rich live in comfort as the poor suffer...
The horror of war.
My cane and I wobble into the library with my book list
The librarian goes to find the books for me.
Sometimes they even carry the books to my car.
Everyone is so good to me.
However.....
No one wants to always feel beholding..
I like to feel good about helping people too.
No one wants to feel humble by receiving and revealing..
Everyone wants to be the giver.
But, then....
"Humility like the darkness, reveals the heavenly lights."
Thoreau
