Embroidery On Black.

 Embroidery On Black.

 

Some people are so very talented and artistic. My mom made all of my clothes when the cost of store-bought clothes was totally out of our reach. My friend Cindy made some capes last year that were so amazingly warm and snuggly. She also made some stuffed dolls and the clothes for them. But the other day Sharon sent me pictures of a “wall hanging” type quilt that was mostly black with beautiful star shapes embroidered into patterns across the black background. She claims that keeping her hands busy keeps her out of trouble. Will have to try that someday—keeping the hands busy, not staying out of trouble. Maybe a picture will get stuck on the post this time.

 

Talked to Barbara Higdon Mathews this morning. She is sore, but said that her daughter—or maybe it was granddaughter—was coming over to take her staples out. Such fun. She sounded good! But then, she nearly always has a positive outlook.

 

Lance sent his oldest to pick up his computer and monitors from work so he could work at home the rest of this week. While he is feeling somewhat better, he is still contagious. No bueno. Have not asked if Tracy has gone back to work yet. But she, too, can work from home pretty often.

 

Connie texted me to say it was her turn to go back to bed this morning. Yours truly did that a couple of days ago. Sometimes it just feels unnecessary to be up and at it. The dogs agreed since they had already been fed. The hens were just happy to get out to go eat grass.

 

Saw a big dark colored pickup taking a couch over to Jerry’s house this morning. Think that is ALWAYS going to be Jerry’s house in my mind. Strange that it was never really his mom’s house even though she was the one who bought it. Guess someday it will have a different family in there and it can become some stranger’s house.

 

The State Hospital needs to put out a sign over there telling the nosy ol’ woman what the hey they are doing over there. It looked as if they were taking up the pavement on the old circle driveway that began at the edge of the highway and went all the way around in front of the administration building. Motorgraders, Bobcat tractors, big ol’ dump trucks, and those big sweepers were all over the place for a while. And not a one of them looked over this direction to tell me what was going on. Ahem. The grounds may look totally different by the time they get through putting up the humongous fences and begin using the new roads into and out of the grounds on the north end of the campus. You can bet that a few million dollars have already been spent in concrete alone! Oh well.

 

The skies are hazy and the air feels as if it is thick with something. Supposedly we have sands coming over from Africa across the ocean. Such fun. But the wind always blows when the weather is either very hot or very cold, so there’s that.

 

The dogs alerted yesterday evening and gave me time to look out to see a calico momma cat and her kittens running under the dumpster over at Jerry’s place. Patty said the calico was walking down her driveway—no kittens, just the big cat. And no, this old woman will not be going out to catch any kittens of any kind! The dogs will take care of anything that gets in the yard, so it really is not necessary for me to get involved.

 

Placed a shallow bowl of water out under the pagoda in front for the birds. Stilton Jarlsberg gave me the idea, but he was doing it with little stones in a shallow pan for the bees. Seems he is doing somewhat better, but it will take a long time for him to get over losing his Kathy. Those of us who have been through this already understand. It never goes away, that big hole where your love was located and throbbed with each breath. It’s just hard.

 

Sharon told me that one of the other Dickerson women (another Sharron) had fallen and broken her shoulder. She will have to go to a nursing home as all her children work already. It is easy to understand the necessity for such moves, but it is so very hard on everyone involved. Our daddy would have done well in the nursing home if Mom had not been so adamant that they HAD to leave. But such is life. It makes me hope that the kids will not have any trouble with yours truly. My sister-in-law Jacqui said that her sister needs to be in a nursing home, but they won’t let her take her animals. Jacqui and Sterling already have enough critters, so they can’t take them. And her nephews don’t want to take them. The lady who shared a room with mom the last year at the nursing home had her dog with her, but that did not last very long. She died a few months before Mom and no one took her place before Mom died. Let’s face it, life is hard.

 

No rain is in the forecast, just heat and repeat. Getting rain in June is not very likely, but it does not keep us from praying and hoping. Even so, the weather may not be all that bad these next few days—hardly over 101 if the forecast is close to correct. Whatever it is, guess we will live with it.

 

Just told Carol Thonton that while we might wish we were not so gripey, we are just so darned good at it! At this age, being gripey is better than doing stupid things. Not that it is impossible to do both!

 

Let’s be grateful for life and the opportunities to gripe and groan. Not everyone gets this old or this contrary. Let’s pray that God will give us peace and healing.

 

Rest well, my friends, and enjoy the little things in life. You are loved.