A few truths.

Sometimes you wander through life and no change is necessary.  Then there are other times that just demand some thought.
Not long ago, I think right around the New Year, I started thinking about what made me happy, and what didn't.
I have to admit that I am mostly happy.  There is not much in my life that causes discontent.
And most of it is inconsequential in the scheme of things.

At my age, I am not too awfully vain.  Kind of late for that, I think.
But as you know,  I did have had some anxiety about my hair, mostly about whether to dye it or not.

About 13 years ago, having just slid over the 50 mark, I went to California with my youngest daughter, to visit my middle daughter, her husband, and my first grandchild.  While I was there, they convinced me to dye my hair, and I have been doing so since.  I kind of liked having red hair, but  for the last year, I was having a problem with it.  I was getting tired of spending the money, and tired of wasting my time.
But the biggest reason of all, is that even though the hair itself looked OK, there was a huge disparity between my hair, and the rest of me.  My hair looked like it belonged to a 35 year old, and um, the rest of me did not.

So a few months ago, I stopped.  My hair is getting quite silver, if I do say so myself.  And while I might not be impressing anyone else, I quite like it.  It matches the rest of me. Ha!

But among the few things that bothered me, the biggest aggravation was my weight.  I have gained 25 lbs over the course of the years, and it does not belong on my body.
And like many of you, I have tried a whole bevy of diets, I have bought a truckload of exercise equipment, and nothing much has worked.
Except once, a few years back, I did lose 18 lbs.
Sure I gained it back, but I did lose it, and I did it with Weight Watchers.
I gave it up because I was hungry all the time.
Well, 8 weeks ago, I joined Weight Watchers again, the new WW, with a new program.  The good news is that I am not hungry all the time.
 I am going to lose this 25 lbs, if it is the LAST thing I EVER do.
I decided, that the one thing in this world that makes me unhappy is  this 25 lbs of fat.  It is like carrying around FIVE 5 lb bags of sugar on my hips.
I can't stop getting older, in fact, I am quite grateful for the chance to do so, but I don't have to do it with 25 extra lbs on my body.

So far, I am doing well, I am presently wearing a pair of corduroy jeans that I could not previously zip up.  And I am committed.   My goal is to show you a picture of myself 25lbs lighter.  It might take a while.  But it will happen.  The biggest obstacle right now is the plantar fasciitis that plagues me and makes it hard to walk far, but if the weather keeps improving,  I will be getting my bike out soon.

Little trip to the horse farm down the road, where the grandkids want to go this summer to learn to ride.
The wind was chilly, but the sun marvelled.
Can the sun marvel?  You bet it can.

When we got to the studio, the kids started playing their usual ninja game, with dowels for swords, and loopers for face and body decoration, so I took the opportunity to put on a warp.
But here's a tip......when you wind some spools for a warp, and put them aside in a bag, it is a real good idea to tag the bag with the pertinent information, like how many yards of warp is on each spool, and how many threads per inch and yards on the beam you intend you use.
But I figured it out eventually.

This will be some wild and pink shawls, or maybe a ruana or two.
All I have to do now is tie it on.

Now the kids  have taken over my house, the living room is cluttered with their stuff, and as
much as I love them, I wonder how I ever did this day after day.
I guess that's why people my age don't (shouldn't) actually have little kids.
But I can enjoy them more, knowing that they will go home to Mommy tomorrow.
Ah........