Sometimes I feel like a bird myself, flying around, with a string tied to my foot. Everything seems fine for now, but who knows when someone will give that string a yank?
And suddenly, I will find myself on the ground, not feeling so good.
Maybe it's the age. Maybe it's hearing about someone I care about getting a difficult diagnosis.
But whatever the reason, it's a tough reality.
It seems to me that most people think that they will live FOREVER. So they plod from day to day, and put their dreams in a jar on the shelf. We'll do that later, someday, when we get old.
Hell, folks, I am old. Someday could be here, and now.
I remember my cousin, Billy, who was more like a brother to me than anything. Born one day apart, we were close for our whole lives. Then at age 57, he was diagnosed with esophageal cancer. Two horrible, painful years later, he was gone.
One day he was driving down the road, his whole life ahead of him. The next day, a few words from his doctor, and everything changed.
The string around the foot thing.
I don't have any complaints about my life, but every now and then, I wonder......is there more? Most of all, am I missing something? If I changed directions even a quarter of a turn, would I see it?
So I have a question for you..........if tomorrow, you got the news, that you didn't have all the time you THINK you have, that in fact, you better get your affairs in order, what would be the ONE thing that you would regret NOT doing???? The one thing you have put off, and put off, and never got to.............that you wish you had. What is it?
The good news......Bubbalee is not pregnant. I was worried that she might be, and give birth in this frigid cold. But no, today she proved that she is not. Unfortunately, she also proved that she wants to be. She had Bunnynose following her all around the yard. I have to say, sadly, that she is quite the floozy.
Put some shade on it, girl.
More good news............. if I can't catch her in the next 65 days, she will give birth the last week of March, which is a whole lot nicer than it is now.
My little Jinx has found a new place to sharpen her little claws. Thank goodness "L" caught her at it, or our 750 yard warp might have been seriously affected.
The paper that is taped across the back of the loom should prevent her from having that option.
More totes, more weaving, more sewing.
But what about that quarter turn?