Mushroom soup and the bottom line.

Last night, after pushing myself out the door to walk with Roy, I had to think about dinner.

DH and I take turns deciding on, and cooking, dinner.

It seems to work for us.

It was my turn, but my head was making it hard to concentrate.

DH was understanding, and said he would bring home subs for him and my mother.

I made cream of mushroom soup.

But I didn't know where my recipe was, and I had read somewhere that adding dried mushrooms to 

regular mushrooms really made a huge difference.

So I didn't bother with a recipe, instead, I winged it.

Believe me, this was one time when it worked out.

There is not a drop of soup left.  I can't believe it.

I posted the 'wing it' recipe on the Recipe tab at the top of the page.

I made myself a grilled cheese with guacamole.  The picture is not so great,

but the sandwich was.

Today was a couple of notches better than the last four days.  I hate that I categorize my days with a number, but really, that's the least of it.

Smoky, aka Lucy, aka Also, has gone to her forever home with my friend Bonnie.

She has put on some weight since we rescued her, and now relaxed, she has become a 

very sweet girl.  She will be happy in her own space, the only cat, Queen Bee.

I spent the day alone at the studio.  It was quiet.

As I was puttering around, I noticed these purple towels, and realized that I never posted a photo of them.

They are a little weird, not exactly my color combo.

I worked on some placemats, finishing my 60 yard warp.

Now THESE are my colors.

Some days you do what you can.  You let the rest go.

Years ago, in a rough place in my life, I started a gratitude journal.   In my despair, I struggled some days to find 5 things to be grateful for.  But they were there, from the simplest of comforts like a cup of coffee; to gifts we never think of, like a crystal blue sky.
I found myself grateful for a steady job, for my daughters, for my mother, for my dogs, my home.
Grateful for  the chance to take a nap, pay my bills, make cookies, walk in the woods.
I kept that journal for two years.   I still have it.
What I learned from writing down 5 things I was grateful for, every day, was this:
There is always something to be thankful for.   Always.
So even now, mystified and some days nearly crazy with this headache..........I am still grateful.

Hard sometimes, confusing and challenging, life is still good.