As I've said before, you have to be grateful for what you have, because it can always be worse.
And when my ongoing headache gets me down, I start counting my blessings. There are plenty of them, I am very lucky in so many ways.
Last night, we had a pot luck dinner at the studio, for my weaving friends.
We had so much fantastic food, we drank a little wine, we talked and laughed, and for just a little while, we forgot about Old Man Winter.
This is the cake that Lois made for me. I'm so glad to know that I'm not getting any older.
We did a some sharing of our weaving ventures, always so much fun, and always an inspiration.
We hope to have these get togethers on a monthly basis.
Today two of my daughters and three of my grands, came to have lunch with me.
And now you know what to do with your empty cones left over from weaving.
I missed my third daughter, and her two children, but she couldn't be there.
Tomorrow I will get back to my weaving.
Maybe the sun will shine.
It's good to have a birthday. Age is nothing, really. I have an amazing family, and so many good friends. I have this incredible studio where I can weave every day. I'm still on my feet, and doing OK, in spite of some bad luck and revolting turns of events.
I am still dreaming and planning and life is still good.
Happy Birthday to me.