Bubbalee is still pregnant.
She sat on the table on the porch, and took her morning bath.
"You can't catch me. Na na na na na na".
When I am inclined to worry about it, I remind myself that she is FED, and she is not scrounging around to stay nourished, so her chance of having healthy babies must be improved.
And she didn't have them last week, when it was so cold. It is warmer this week, and that is good.
Besides, I can only help her as much as she will let me.
She is the boss.
Why am I not surprised?
I spent most of the day weaving the warp off a loom, so I can weave an order on it. Making the rugs I love to make. Some people call them hit n' miss, but you can call them anything you want. They are haphazard, catch as catch can.
A little of this, a little of that.
I love the adage, " use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without".
Anything that makes life simpler is a good thing.
I loved the book Radical Simplicity: Small Footprints on a Finite Earth by Jim Merkel.
Imagine you are first in line at a potluck buffet. The spread includes not just food and water, but all the materials needed for shelter, clothing, healthcare, and education. How do you know how much to take? How much is enough to leave for your neighbors behind you—not just the six billion people, but the wildlife, and the as-yet-unborn?
It may be a bit much for most of us, but it is certainly a book to get all of us thinking about the way we use our planet.
I am OK with my decision to bypass craft shows. I am going to try harder to pay attention to what it is that really makes me happy and content on a daily basis. I am going to work harder at NOT browbeating myself into doing what I think I SHOULD do. Have mercy.
I have a tendency to get 'driven' by whatever task is at hand, and forget about the things I need to stay balanced. It may take a lifetime to get this right.
When I watch the news, and read the papers, it is clear to see that I can only do what I can do. I can only make a difference in my own world, and hope that it matters.