Okay, a little more than a week but I’m here and that is a small victory.
I’ve been doing A LOT of soul searching and in turn, I’ve been dropping A LOT of the emotional, stress-filled, hot bricks of this lifetime that are not mine to carry, that were never mine to carry and I’ve turned those searing bricks of darkness into loving and positive stepping stones for my personal journey into the light.

Interestingly enough some life lessons, many of them painful, kept exploding around me like fireworks on the 4th of July.
These lessons reminded me of a story my lit’l sis’ husband told me years ago.

I Sent You a Rowboat

A very religious man was once caught in rising floodwaters. He climbed onto the roof of his house and trusted God to rescue him. A neighbor came by in a canoe and said, “The waters will soon be above your house. Hop in and we’ll paddle to safety.”

“No thanks” replied the religious man. “I’ve prayed to God and I’m sure he will save me”

A short time later the police came by in a boat. “The waters will soon be above your house. Hop in and we’ll take you to safety.”

“No thanks” replied the religious man. “I’ve prayed to God and I’m sure he will save me”

A little time later a rescue services helicopter hovered overhead, let down a rope ladder and said. “The waters will soon be above your house. Climb the ladder and we’ll fly you to safety.”

“No thanks” replied the religious man. “I’ve prayed to God and I’m sure he will save me”

All this time the floodwaters continued to rise until soon they reached above the roof and the religious man drowned. When he arrived at heaven he demanded an audience with God. Ushered into God’s throne room he said, “Lord, why am I here in heaven? I prayed for you to save me, I trusted you to save me from that flood.”

“Yes you did my child” replied the Lord. “And I sent you a canoe, a boat, and a helicopter. But you never got in.”

(Source unknown)
***So many people sitting on rooftops waiting and no one recognizing the help that was there all along.

***This story is not connected to nor meant to minimalize what is happening in the Carolinas AT ALL. My heart and prayers continuously go out to everyone being affected by hurricane Florence.
God bless you all!

Speaking of hurricane Florence. I pray that you and/or your loved ones are not in harm’s way of this massive storm.
That’s all I’ve got for today. I’m on standby mode for dr.’s offices, schedulers, and insurance companies.
Questions, questions, answers, answers and my favorite, “someone will call you back this afternoon.” Great.
Their “this afternoon” can be 3 afternoons from now.

In the words of Tom Petty, “The waiting is the hardest part.”

Also, here in Idaho, insurance companies won’t cover some tests for cancer just because you have a family history of one particular cancer.
You have to have symptoms first.
Hhhmm. By the time you have the symptoms, it’s nearly 99.9% too late.
I wonder how that works out…

Be safe. Be happy. Love and be loved.
Keeping you all in my thoughts and prayers.


Okay. Time to get back in the blogging game.
I’m taking a breather this weekend. It’s been a very emotional time. My sister has been diagnosed with stomach cancer but her oncologist is very hopeful. She thinks they caught it in the early stages and an operation to remove the tumor may be the route taken. We’ll see. I could add a million details but I just can’t. My mind is jello. I took a bazillion notes at the oncologist’s office but I’m wiped out. My sister, thankfully, is in good spirits and in my opinion, attitude is 80% of the cure.
Happy weekend everyone. Wishing you much sunshine and warm temps, beautiful flowers and blue skies. My Michigan mittens excluded because we know that’s not happening with you guys. Sorry. Be well folks and enjoy every nanosecond of this precious gift we call life.


And I’m probably the strangest of them all.
Just thought I’d throw that out there.
Violence, anger, sadness everywhere you look.
No rhyme. No reason. No answers.
I have nothing to add to the conversation but my prayers.
I can make neither heads nor tails out of much of anything anymore.
Things I gotta’ do today.
**Take my vacuum apart and clean it. I don’t know why my vacuum has 5 million filters in it nor why it must be taken apart and cleaned every other week but that seems to be the norm and so it must be done.
**Water my plants. Seriously. If I posted a pic of them someone would call PPS (plant protective services) on me. Droopy n’ dry. – Much like my sex life.
**Finish up my daughter’s skirt and another outfit – at least – for my grand-Princess.
I’ll post pics when I get stuff done.
**Work on my bujo.
**Work on my afghan. Yeah. The one I bulleted for completion on the 7th.
Not even close.
**Figure out some flippin’ time management skills.
**Figure out an acceptable bedtime or resign myself to the fact that I will never sleep another day in my life.
I’m still crushin’ on ‘Grissom.’ (CSI, the original.) I’m not sure why people keep referring to him as old and fat. He’s in his 60’s. That’s not old. He certainly doesn’t look old and I wouldn’t call him fat. I don’t know who’s looking for a beanpole, young buck but, not it.
Okay, except Ryan Gosling, and he’s in his 40’s.
Anyway, I’m on season 5 now and I don’t even know how that happened.
It’s like eating Pringles. Once you pop you can’t stop, except I can because I don’t like Pringles.
Other stuff I gotta’ do today?
**Come back and visit and comment and share.
I’ve gotten awards and honorable mentions that need to be addressed.
I need to visit my “Tribe” which is now not the thing. I need to change all of you to my “squad.” Apparently that’s the new word of the year because everybody’s out hangin’ wit their squad.
Our temps dropped like a rock and I was freezing last night. I resisted the urge to turn on the heat and instead just layered up and went to bed. – Late.

Got hit on Monday with some personal hoops to jump through. Not at all looking forward to that but whatever. – Prayers, good vibes welcome.

I hope wherever you are you’re finding joy in this wonderful day because no matter the hoops, no matter all of the negativity, hatefulness and sadness swirling about us. This life is a gift.
We should probably pay a lit’l bit more attention to that.

Be well. Be happy. Be loved. Show love.


Seriously folks I’ve been trying to post since Monday. I’ve had several posts started and then BOOM, life. Some happy life, some not so happy. Some really shitty, frustrating, my hands are tied, nothing I can do, life. The latter life being the most crushing because you know a bullet would just make things so much easier, and happier.
Yeah, that kind of life…
And then, out of the blue, THIS LIFE!A happy, “just because,” box of “mitten luv” found on my front porch. A HUGE mitten mug and a beautiful card from my friend the ‘Beastly Bear‘ and his wife ‘Mama Bear.’ I boo hoo’d a lit’l bit. I’m not gonna’ lie. I needed this slice of life sooooo badly and I couldn’t wait to use it this morning and start my day out with a cup o’ luv! I have to say though, reading all of those familiar cities and Great Lakes, and seeing the mitten shape and the U.P. (upper peninsula) and Canada.. Got me a lit’l homesick. Okay, A LOT homesick.. (Sigh)
Again, my heartfelt thanks to ‘Beastly Bear‘ and ‘Mama Bear’ for this wonderful slice of “happy life” and “mitten luv.” You have no idea how much I needed this…
In other news. I know I need to get my “Reflections” post done for the ‘Blogging from A to Z Challenge.’ I also know that I have until the 13th to get that done so guess when I’ll be posting it? Yeah, probably on the 13th. Maybe. Who knows. Could be tomorrow. I haven’t really given it much thought just off the cuff observances.. So, that’s coming.My friend CiCi has been visiting off and on for the past couple of weeks while she gets some medical procedures done. Spending the night, sometimes, several nights. Lots of laughter but not so much accomplished by way of crafting. I did start a table topper for CiCi while she was here the first time. Truly only a 3 hour project tops and here it sits not finished because, well, laughter. I’ll have it finished by the time CiCi comes back on Monday.I have a couple of other projects underway. Building up my inventory.. I’ll post those pics as I go along. I’m also trying my hand at a few new crafts, AND, working on shedding a few pounds before I enter myself as a flippin’ float into the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade in the fall!
Down 13lbs. so far! Go me!
The rest of my day is going to consist of sewing and catching up on blogs. That’s pretty much it. Who knows, I may even get that “Reflection” post knocked out.
We’ll see.I hope you’re all having a great Wednesday and that all of your slices of life are happy ones.


I wasn’t planning on coming back quite so soon, and who knows, I may not truly be back. Because I am, in fact, still pursuing other avenues of my life. Avenues that take up a considerable amount of my time. Especially during the holiday season, and then Paris…

I was behind schedule. Stressed and feeling as though I were coming down with the flu, chilled but not ill, not yet. I took a shower and crawled into bed. A few hours later I woke up freezing with a pounding headache. I made a steamy cup of tea, took some Ibuprofen, turned on my computer, and then Paris…

Sewing my granddaughter’s birthday dress. I was fretting over the perfect fabrics. Questioning the oversized silk bloom, that was to be pinned to the front of the bodice. All the while thinking, surely no two-year-old is going to run around with this monstrosity hanging from the front of her. In the end, opting to keep it because it was, in fact, adorable. I made coffee, took my dog out, said hello to the neighbor, and then Paris…

I was running errands, enjoying a beautiful warm and sunny day. Saddened by the visions of the fading colors of Autumn. All the while complaining about the traffic, the people, the potholes, and then Paris…

Family, friends, housework, phone calls, reading assignments, class, dinner, rain, snow, the neighbors, the dog, and then Paris…

My son came to me last night and asked, “Mom, do you think what happened in Paris is going to happen here?” I wanted to tell him, “Of course not honey.” Images of 911, the Boston Marathon and Oklahoma City bombings flashed through my mind. The only heartbreakingly honest answer was “yes, and it’s not a matter of if, it’s simply a matter of when – again.”

It’s shocking really, that despite these past atrocities that have landed literally at our feet, we as a people, get comfortable. Be it in our recliners, our marriages, our jobs, socializing or even, maybe most importantly and more specifically, we get comfortable in our country. We’re just so damned sure, aren’t we? We go to the store, to work, to school, to our parents’ homes, our children’s homes. Church, friends, the library, nightclub, we go on vacation. Then we come home to our comfortable homes, with our comfortable lives and fall into our comfortable beds. Fully expecting to wake the next day and start it all over again, because why not? Why wouldn’t we? We roam our country at will with our stars and stripes waving in the wind high atop our majestic buildings. Blanketing us in the comfort of the words we live by, “Land of the free, home of the brave.” Every coin, every dollar bill that passes through our hands reminds us, “In God We Trust.”
And then Paris…

My heart is breaking and my soul is overflowing with love and compassion for people I did not know, in a country that I have never been to. My eyes well up, my tears fall and I sit here in the comfort of my home. Helpless save for the never-ending prayers, that have been living on my lips.

From the moment I learned about this despicable act of cowardly violence I wailed from every fiber of my being, “When will it all stop?!” And then Paris…
Beirut, Africa, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Israel, Ukraine, America…