Wednesday, November 11, 2020
On this rainy day, I am sew thankful for:
- My grandma Pelz for teaching me to sew
- My sewing room/office/bedroom which although small, is very cozy and my cats love it as much as I do!
- Completing a nearly entirely paper-pieced quilt top
- Groups and individuals who, at the drop of a hat, will make quilts and donate them anywhere they are needed
- Bonnie Hunter. She is a designer/quilter that inspires me not only with her talents but with her outlook on life
- The quilts I've made that have been loved
- Being asked to make a special quilt. Even if I am unable to do it, it feels good to have been asked
- Verna's quiltshop. I am so thankful for this quiltshop and its owner. I can always find exactly what I need - whether it is fabric or advice
- a card that my oldest daughter made me recently. Such beautiful sixties flowers and a wonderful Robert Frost verse inside
- Seam rippers. They are the greatest invention ever!
- I can't live without my seam ripper.
- All of the people who spend 6 weeks piecing the same mystery quilt from across the country.
- I always love the Ohio Star
- Quilting has taught me that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Tuesday, November 10, 2020
|Me - in dog form|
Monday, October 26, 2020
Here is a link to a video of an interview with Robert Frost about a decade before his death:
Thursday, October 22, 2020
From the outside, my house doesn't appear to be much of anything. There is work to be done - lots of work! It doesn't exactly appear dilapidated but, like I said, it is clear that there is work to be done. Now the inside - I LOVE the inside of my home - every bit of it. I have 4 dogs and 5 cats in the house. Not everyone's cup of tea but it is mine. But my most happy spot is my kitchen. I have a happy red formica table with 2 cheery red chairs (and a few other mismatched chairs in case someone stops by). When we first moved into the house, there was just one standard sized window in my kitchen/eating area. My husband and father-in-law replaced that with a huge bay window. The window is one of the highlights of my happy place. I can see our church out that window as well as the very, very old local cemetery (odd, I know but I love living near a cemetery). I can see 3 huge pinetrees, a forsythia bush that has been here since way before we bought the place, a rambling rose bush, and many, many birds.
|Have you ever seen such a comfy cat?|
|A Coca Cola radio that my youngest son and his wife-to-be gave me.|
My first memory of Coca Cola was sitting at the little restaurant beside the original Hanna's Hardware store. It was such a big deal! It was just me and my dad and he bought me a sandwich and a bottle of Coca Cola. I can't remember what we were doing other than going to the hardware store and probably visiting my grandma who lived nearly next door but I remember that I loved every single minute I ever spent with my dad. To this day, I love Coca Cola in glass bottles and anything Coca Cola related. Which takes me.....
...back to my kitchen. My favorite spot.
|Step one of a tomato pie|
Tuesday, October 20, 2020
And this is Thimba. Apparently Thimba and I share our tea in the mornings. That's alright. For months, Thimba never came out from the corner of my bedroom. I'm so happy that she is back and is an active cat again. Even if she does terrorize me in the middle of the night. Even if she does turn the computer printer on and makes blank sheets of paper feed through.
I bought myself a new stove. One that I chose that has features that I want. I love to bake - I really do. My only wish is that someone (other than me) would eat it. Many times I will take half of whatever I made and take it over to my future daughter-in-law's grandparents - it really makes me happy to do it. Back when we had church dinners, I looked forward to making something yummy and sharing it with the church members.
But I haven't been to church. It's been open since the beginning of September and haven't been there to attend or to play the piano. I don't know when/if I will ever go back. I'm angry but I really haven't decide with whom I am angry. I'm kind of mad at God. So many horrible things this year and then I found out this morning that my cousin's 4 year old granddaughter has leukemia. I can't even say how I feel. I'm not close to my cousin and I'm not close at all to my cousin's son which doesn't make any difference whatsoever. There is a hurt baby and her mom, dad, sister, and brother. Knowing this breaks my heart. The only thing I can do is make her a quilt and that is so incredibly lame but I know that for so many people, including myself, there is comfort in knowing that other people care and that other people wish they could share the burden.
So am I mad at God? I don't really think so but when my mom died unexpectedly, not a phone call, not a note, nothing from my pastor or other church members. On the other hand, my co-workers were Johnnys-on-the-spot and sent messages - just something to let me know they cared.
I don't know. My feelings are all over the place. Mothers and fathers have been dying forever and what I am experiencing is not unique. I need to accept that I feel sad, lost, like I don't matter. Maybe when I drag myself out of this suck-hole of grief, I will commit to try and never let anyone else feel that way.
This is what my mom would call a 'pity-party'. She would be right. But it is my blog and I can whine.
Monday, October 12, 2020
|I love the view from my deck!|
|Apparently Thimba also loves tea!|
It has been a rough few days. My father-in-law had a heart attack early Thursday morning. Thankfully, 2 stents later, he is back at home. I wonder if any of us will ever not feel anxiety when the phone rings? It seems as if a phone call only brings bad news these days.
Saturday my daughter, sister-in-law, and I started to empty my mom's house - well, her kitchen. We didn't get too much done except divvying out the canned goods and other food because there was another showing early that afternoon. We will have to get up there and really get cracking - especially if the house is sold soon.
I'm so tempted to just say that 2020 absolutely sucks but that's not entirely true. I'm thankful that my brother made it through a medical issue that could have really been fatal. And even though my heart is broken because of the death of my mom, my brothers and I have really bonded and it has been nice to be in regular communication with them.
I'm thankful that Pappy Decker returned a month after he 'broke out' of an upstairs window. I'm thankful that after several months of self-imposed isolation, Thimba has decided to rejoin her feline brother and sisters.
There are a lot of other things to be thankful for and somedays it is easier to remember than other days.
Tuesday, October 6, 2020
We had so much fun there! I remember all the Christmases, all the Thanksgivings, all the other non-holiday times! I can remember my dad and my uncle eating tons of corn on the cob and hotdogs when we would have our summer get togethers. I remember the baseball 'field' we had right outside the bathroom window - how we never broke a window is a mystery! I remember laying in the front yard looking at the stars on summer nights with the neighbor kids. I remember my dad and my brothers stapling hemlock boughs and lights along the eaves for Christmas.
We had some really terrific times there - when my kids were young, we would have dinner at my parents every Sunday. It was a reprieve for me since at the time, I was a single mom and having some time to laugh and joke with my parents was essential to my mental health. I honestly don't know how I would have made it through the early years without having that Sunday dinner to look forward to.
So I started this post a week ago and the second showing of my parents' home will be later this morning. As of right now, every thing is still there. I am not looking forward to packing bits and pieces of our lives and deciding what stays and what goes. It is going to be sad, no doubt about it. But after the initial sadness of packing, I think thoughts will quickly move toward fun memories. It's a great house and this family has grown. It is time for the house to be 'home' for another family.
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
By: George Cooper
October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came�
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
The Chestnuts came in yellow,
The Oaks in crimson dressed;
The lovely Misses Maple
In scarlet looked their best;
All balanced to their partners,
And gaily fluttered by;
The sight was like a rainbow
New fallen from the sky.
Then, in the rustic hollow,
At hide-and-seek they played,
The party closed at sundown,
And everybody stayed.
Professor Wind played louder;
They flew along the ground;
And then the party ended
In jolly "hands around."
Monday, September 21, 2020
|A very special recipe|
|These made me cry - alot!|
|A little post-canning relaxation|
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