Halloween, Come and Gone Part I

 Too tired to post..everything hurts, especially my old feet.

The potholder above is called Falling from Grace....not that I have taken to naming my potholders now.  I have not.  Maybe it is the night or the aches..Today was good inspite of it all. Lunch out at Kabab-je with friends.

On Halloween dearest Linda brought homemade cat cookies...The best I have ever eaten...Sugar addict here, devoured them.

A few Halloween pictures:  Aoife Bat and her dog Rosie Bat!!

And the more grown up grands:

Dark and mysterious!!

Brilliant Anna MADE her witches hat...I looked it all over  and it was perfect..quilted and all....

Perfect for Perfect Anna!!

Susie at our Quiltpatch Fabric Halloween sit and sew showed her delightful Christmas star.

Quilted by our great Mary Jerz.

Above, Aoife and her daddy decided that bats hang from ceilings...hmmmm

Aoife declared....she just loves Halloween!!!

When it comes to sweets, there is nothing shy about Aoife.

And so it  goes.  Our pool has been out of wack for three days.

Maybe that is why Mrs. O'Quilts is out of wack too.

Tomorrow....another day .

 

Mother Said....

Missing Mother..here at 92 coming home from lunch bunch.

Mother said, that if you are in distress...do something good for someone else.

Sooo, I worked on this baby quilt...way over due.

Struggling tonight with picture edits from my phone...grrr

Fussy cut boats..for corner stones

beginning a placemat for Meals on Wheels.

potholder top

I am 300 pages/ half way through this book

I am rattled.

With all my losses...I have a hard time handling transition.

My son does too.  He is seems rattled about the car accident

We have only one car..

My son seems fragile...I worry about him..

He insists he is fine.

I feel fragile.  He worries about me...

Wasted worrying!!!

I am getting hives from the stress

Trying not to head to the wine or chocolate.

A friend gave me a relaxation App for my phone.

At bedtime tonight, I might try that.

I am a kite without a string.

That Soothing Potholder

Tonight....

Getting comfort from where ever I can.
This morning my son woke me with a phone call.
He was crying that he wanted to stop Heroin.
I offered to take him to detox if he could come to the shopping center on a bus.
Ok..He was grateful...I told him I loved  him.
He never showed up.
He is not ready.
The lowly potholder becomes a gift of love, transferring some of the pain into a sort of art.
The art of coming to peace that we are in control of nothing.
Nothing but the joy of a potholder.
My son is in God's hands.

 From Cathy Perlmutter @ Gefilte Quilts comes....Leonard Cohen and quilts

A very fun and clever post.  Thank you Cathy!

Peace

The wise owl

The wise owl says that making 20 potholders at once is not fun.  It may be efficient, but fun is better and it is not fun.  Not fun, but done....TBTG...I see that the owl looks cross...fitting for today...

Went to the vet the other day with my Milito.  Age 14 is evidently the age of the thyroid.  He has lost 2 pounds and looks like a very old man.  Maybe a bit of cancer on the hip and maybe a bit of cancer on the tongue..or maybe not.  Today I was able to pick up a months supply of the thyroid pills to see if that would help my cat.  Sigh...and just sigh again....

Braveheart or Chickenheart?

Asthmatic Bronchitis and a brand new start

I was so done today.  I have not improved in 5 days despite antibiotics, inhalers, etc...such fatigue and coughing...And there is a retreat planned for this weekend, I just hate to give it a miss. .Grumpy and sick and disgusted..that is until my pulmonary Doc was able to fit me in. By two o'clock I was home with a wheelbarrow full of new drugs...newer higher powered inhalers, a brand new antibiotic and STEROIDS.  I wanted to refuse the steroids, but I was so sick that I gave in...just begged him to add a script for chocolate ice cream to go along with it.   Now it is 10pm...I cannot believe this...could you believe that just ONE dosage of this steroid is making me feel better???? (unless you think it might have been the chocolate ice cream?) I am so amazed.  Instead of sitting back with another Kindle book, I just got right to it....sewing!!..

I found these solid 5 inch squares I had cut a long time ago..

 Started a little playing around:)

 And, made a potholder for someone I know who is way stressed out. It is no masterpiece, but hey....I am on steroids!

I will let you know if I am up all night...I know if I am...it will be so worth it to feel better.

P.S.  Went by my mother's on the way back from the doctor.  She looked fragile and  91years old... but wonderful...sitting in her recliner all comfy and alert.  From  the shaky mouth of the Parkinson's patient...came today's wisdom...."Now I know why the caged bird sings".  Sigh...

Evan's potholder for his mommy or Christmas love

Evan came to visit today.  With his five year old best artistry,  he drew this Santa for a potholder for his mommy for a Christmas surprise.  He then chose the border and backing fabric.  While he played Legos with Granddaddy, I made it into a potholder.  Then, Evan instructed me where to put the hanger and he and Granddaddy snipped the threads.   I think that it is Christmas love.

We used Marvvy fabric markers...I think that I got them from Hobby Lobby.