Update

Today I was able to put my needlepoint together that I’ve been working on. I am sure this makes me sound like I am indeed 100 years old…but I cannot even tell you the calm my mind feels when I do it!

My garden is bursting and growing and I am thrilled!! The rain is getting old…flooding is starting to occur…we hope it stops soon.

I have several thrift trips I have taken the past two weeks as I’m starting my “Thriftmas” this year and I’ve never been more excited. Give me the quilts and brass candlesticks and copper mugs and just stop with the over produced and same as everyone else decor….I am over it. Get the thrift baskets and add my homemade jam and vanilla and homemade soaps…things my family and friends actually use!!!!

Today was interesting as always with my Mother. She somehow is now thinking that the retirement home is the doctors office….that my Dad is at home and I’m gonna take her there when we are done at the doctors office. She asked me if I brought dad….I told her yes. She asked me where he was….and I told her I didn’t know….that he was probably watching the rain…because that’s what he always loved to do as every Midwestern born person does. She seemed happy with that….and for a moment it gave me comfort thinking of my Dad watching the rain….but I know he isn’t….and I know he misses us…and he’s waiting for us…..

After that I told Mom I needed to check her plants…so I did and took a moment to miss my Dad and then I headed back to the lady sitting beside me holding her baby doll…the lady with her walker holding the picture of she and her husband and telling all of us about her husband. The other sweet lady who wanted a snack and forgot how to get to the kitchen and she was almost in tears because her mind was failing her….I hate dementia so much. One of the ladies likes my big red purse and I am going to try and find one for her when I go thrifting. She talks about it every single time.

Check on your friends with kids going off to college and parents that recently passed and their other parent is in the nursing home. We are hanging on by a thread.

That is why I garden and thrift and needlepoint and do embroidery….my feelings can’t be all bottled up….

Life is never easy….but whatever task we are given….we must see it through….to the bitter end….cone what may…

Find humor wherever you can….like my local coffee shop that made me a blue moon matcha…and yes, I laughed wayyyyuy to hard at this….it is indeed….a butt!

There is always laughter to heal your soul….and I am so grateful for it!