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Friday, November 28, 2008

Black Friday No Show


Lots of folks get up early to shop today. Not my gang.
Every Friday morning we meet here as a follow up to the
Weight Watcher meetings that the 5 of us once attended.
One met her goal and is a lifetime member, one is valiant
in her ongoing commitment. The rest of us are full fledged
drop outs. This comes as no surprise. Two of us are famous
for going to the gym for an hour with a personal trainer,
and then straight out to lunch...

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Need to Nap



Post turkey pig-out. Bed, here I come. After 2 days of cooking and cleaning, I am spent.
Pull back the covers, toss the pillows and look out. Somebody do the dishes...

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving




Our bounty of friends is our thanks giving praise. The feast
of our family of five around the table will be made sweeter
with the friends that share our meal. The table is set now.
The baking is done and all that remains is roasting the bird
and peeling 10 pounds of potatoes. Praying for peace and
prosperity for all. Health, happiness and love...

Monday, November 24, 2008

OMG It's a Miracle



After 54 years of bashing crochet,
Heather taught me in 5 minutes and
I somehow had a break through.
All who know me are amazed...

Friends Like This



Don't we all know someone like this? Maybe, we are someone like this! I am the control freak type and a cook. So, I always make the dinner. Now, if they would come and clean the house and set up, we would have the perfect equation for a stress free holiday...

Sunday, November 23, 2008

We Need to be a Prozac Nation



I mean no disrespect to anyone taking any form of medication for any reason. I am a believer in meds. I believe you must try every option to heal and feel well. I have long thought that our nation would be better off if we stopped chlorinating our water and started tranquilizing it. I want tranquil. I will have a house full of friends for the holiday and all of my children. I will cook for 2 days and we will devour in an hour.

One of my guests is a very good photographer. We will impose upon him to take the family Christmas card photo. That will be our main gift this year. I want to buy a cow and some sheep through the Heifer International program. Give a man a fish, and he eats a meal. Teach a man to fish, and he will never go hungry. How does that sound to everyone??? We can provide sheep to a family for wool and future knittters and weavers. I like it. Keep it tranquil.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Knitting Through Depression





Check out the Berrocco website and all of their free patterns. If you have stash, and all self respecting knitters do, then get in there and match the stash to a pattern. Now, pour a glass of wine, pop in a DVD, and start knitting. Breathe. Deeply and slowly. This is my detox from the economy. Try it.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Happy Belated Birthday


I dreamed of being a Mother as early as I can remember. Playing house with my dolls went on far into my childhood. Back in those days, it was okay to remain a doll playing child all the way to 10 and sometimes beyond. There was less pressure to grow up and act like an adult. So, it was actually fun to pretend to be one.

In my dreams, my baby was always a little girl. On November 20, 1985, the dream became a reality. Brynn was born at 10:30 am following an all night labor. She was 3 weeks overdue. Not too anxious to make her appearance. She could hear her older brother Ryan and was reserving her options. She had the longest fingernails (ironic) and thick shaggy black hair. If I had not witnessed the birth, I would not have believed her to be mine. My firstborn was tiny, hairless and different. The only thing they had in common was our gobsmacked love.

My dream has not disappointed me. I admire her. I respect her. She is far more beautiful than I could have imagined. She is smart and savvy. I wish her a happy birthday. I wish her dreams that come true.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Off Line for a Few Funeral Days


We are off to MI again. Thank you to everyone that pitched in to
make the trip possible. You friends are amazing people. Be good Evan!

Sunday, November 2, 2008

A Tribute To Helena







This morning, Helena Mae Wenskay went to her heavenly home to eternal rest and peace. We got the dreaded "middle of the night" phone call a little after 5am. John was there with her and she knew his comfort right to the end. We are so grateful for that. Awakened from deep sleep, we both felt relief and sorrow. She had suffered with the ravages of Parkinson's. She was in daily conversation with God, and was ready to leave this world for many months.

I loved her. She was more of a mother to me over the last 30 years, than my own came close to. The true beauty of our relationship was that she loved me. I always knew it. Never once did I doubt it. She sided with me, over her own son, sometimes. Now there is a tip for endearing yourself to your daughter-in-laws.

She was a wonderful Grandmother to my children. We had the pleasure of 2 week visits to California, sometimes twice a year. Roaming the house in her nightgown for a piece of toast and tea made her a part of our household. The kids had her undivided attention and she reveled in it. She ran every errand, attended every school program and made the mundane chores of motherhood fun for me. I looked forward to cooking for her, she was so appreciative.

We would drop the kids at school, get a cup of coffee and head to the beach to watch the surfers and talk. Some of the best conversations ever held happen while staring through the windshield of a parked car. We would anticipate the surfers return to their cars where they wrap a towel around their waist and change out of their wetsuits. Helena would squeal with delight when the towel would drop and expose the buff surfer. More than once, I would have to move quickly to start the car and retreat, as the naked surfer became aware of his audience.

We laughed and we cried. She was so little and soft spoken. Yet, I learned she had a tenacious way about her. Like a dog with a bone, she held on to get her way. She loved her boys. They were some lucky boys. Helena, I miss you. I'll see you later.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Knitting Protest



Stop this incessant knitting and take me to the dog park now!