My next order is 6 blue jean rugs, woven thick. I remembered that I had some wider strips already cut, up in the attic. I went up there and found a tote full of just what I needed. When I sat down to sew the strips together, I was thrilled to find that at some point in time, I had already sewn them all together. I only had to cut them apart, and snip off the corners.
This has saved me about two days of sewing.
It is better than dessert.
Had a family dinner tonight, at one of my daughter's. It was a nice way to end the summer, spending it together. It means more than I can say.
Nevinn is giving the skate board a whirl.
A little baked ziti never hurt anyone, did it???
I don't drink this, but I love the logo. Always have.
I woke up in the middle of last night, and I felt so sad.
I had been dreaming of family that I love so much, and they were disturbing dreams.
Now I must tell you that I have been accused of "blogging" about their personal lives.
But this is not true. Words said in anger.
Do you all know one thing about what I am talking about?
You only know that I have had family issues on my mind for several months, and that occasionally I talk about my FEELINGS about those issues, and my own personal struggle dealing with them.
No details, no blow by blow descriptions.
Then this morning, my mother snagged me as I was coming down the stairs. Not her usual sleep til 9am, I usually never see her in the morning. So when I do, I know there is something wrong, or something that she needs.
Sometimes, I am ashamed to say, that I feel the annoyance rising up in me like indigestion. But this morning, after my dream, I said to myself, no, not this morning.
"What's up, Mom?"
No big deal.
She wanted prune juice, NOW. And some cookies, she hadn't had any for 3 days.
Can you hear the sound of my teeth.....no,no....unclench my jaw, breathe.....it is OK. She is my mother. She is as old as I hope to be someday. I love her more than words are ever going to describe.
So I gulp down a cup of tea, and head for the grocery store, thinking to myself, that someday, I will annoy my own daughters.
Actually, I annoy them already at times.
Tonight, I looked at my hands, and realized that they were beginning to look like my mother's.
Need I say more?