Crazy as a Loom

Monday, March 22, 2021

Is it Spring yet?

Today sure felt like spring, but I'm not convinced.   Too many years I have seen spring snow storms that appeared out of nowhere.
So I'm hopeful, but definitely not convinced.

April 1st, I wash and dry my winter coat, and put it away, no matter what.

Maybe it's the last year in isolation, or getting older, but whatever it is, I am often nostalgic for days gone by.   Lately, I've been missing my old friend.   Going through boxes of old pictures really took me back.

Here we are, about 13.   Not sure what was up with Gayle's bright red lipstick.  I think it was a phase she went through for a short time.

Here we are many moons later.........

Do we ever stop missing those old friends???  Family???   All those who leave us behind?

Life, however, continues on, and gives us other people to love, like these two.

Baking bread at Mimi's house..........

Having a tea party in the middle of the living room, with two attentive guests waiting for a cookie.

Weaving continues........I am committed to NOT buying any more thread, but using up all the thread I have.   It requires me to concentrate and think about what is possible, and not go for the first thing that pops into my head.

I am trying to stay positive, but the news every day is almost too much to bear.   The mobs in Florida, people not taking this virus seriously, our everyday world so changed, so alien, immigrants and their children suffering, with no clear solutions....the ongoing battle between the two political parties, long gone any hope that we could mend this vast difference between us.
All very dismal.   I know I won't live long enough to see some of the devastating results to the planet, but I grieve for my children, and more, for my grandchildren, innocent in all of it.
I am so grateful that I grew up when I did, and where I did.  I was so fortunate.   I don't remember the world looking so scary.

But maybe I just didn't know.  Maybe it was.  I like to believe, though, that it was different, that we were different.


Welcome to my world.

Because every thread counts

Because every thread counts