Good grief. I refuse to give in to nonsense like that. What ever happened to just good old swear words.
You know the ones I mean.
My father used to be a "sailor", in the United States Navy, and he knew how to swear like one.
Today we string words together in a silly way, and expect people to smile and understand.
But I apologize, for my absence.
Here's the truth, because you know I'm going to tell you the truth.
I have had incredibly tough headache days, where I was banned from approaching all the bridges in the surrounding area.
And my mother is dying.
Is there a nicer way to say that? Maybe, but that's what is happening. Her heart is failing, and Hospice is helping us help her through whatever time she has left.
So my children and grandchildren have been here a lot, and it's been a little hectic.
I have only been to the studio for quick visits here and there. Lois is holding down that fort.
I have been home the rest of the time.
When she rests, I take Roy for walks around the block, or I sew for my grandgirls.
The jean skirt from an old pair of jeans is on YouTube, just google it if you want to make one.
The skirts with the fabric on the bottom are just something I whip up, I measure the fabric to be TWICE around the bottom of the jeans where I have cut them off.
Then just measure the length you need.
They're fun and different, and I love making them, especially because I know that soon they will be older and won't want Mimi to make them skirts. They won't be "cool" anymore.
So I love doing it NOW.
This morning, I woke up and knew right away it was a better day headache wise. Hallelujah.
Only a 6-7. I wanted to cheer, and dance, but I knew I should be careful.
Youngest daughter came, and while my mother slept, we decided to make GLAZED PUMPKIN DONUTS. I found the recipe over at Shine's Thyme. I'm not sure if I should thank her, or throw rocks at her.
OMG, they are so GOOD. And they had to be tested, you just know they did.
I think that as a family, we just need to spend time together, and we have. It's good, for us, and for my mother.
We glazed some, and we left some plain, and we shook some in sugar and cinnamon.
DH kept appearing around the corner to STEAL one.
I am doing one day at a time.
I keep trying to remember that right now is really all that I have.
Which I think calls for a donut.