Suh-weet Jesus….

what a day!!!!! Everyone , EVERYONE i came into contact with today either had a bad morning, a stressful afternoon or appeared to be losing their mind….is it a full moon????  Is the earth falling off its axis?  Is there some bad mojo floating around?  Man, if tomorrow goes like this Im going to bed and staying there…

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Call your mother

Did your mom have a mammogram yesterday?  Call her, ask her how it went, offer to do the healthy breast dance with her or to sit with her while she waits for the results.  Let her know you remember the skinned knees, ear aches, toothaches, bruised egos that she walked you through. The phone calls the night before you had a big test in college, the trips to the store for just the right interview outfit. You call when you need a babysitter, or a couple bucks, you call when your job or your spouse or your child is making you rethink your whole life plan, you call when you need firewood or to borrow the truck.  You call when you need a recipe or a craft supply.  Call your mother and ask her how the mammogram went.  Tell her you love her, and that either way — you’re there. Call me.  Im home.

Choice, my ass.

So, how about all those parents who choose to not have their children vaccinated go live somewhere where they can’t spread the illnesses their kids catch  to all the children whose parents did have their children vaccinated and cant spread their illnesses to all those children with autoimmune diseases that make them especially susceptible to the diseases those “choosing” parent’s children carry, and cant spread their diseases to the infants whose parents haven’t been able to make the “choice” yet — or to all the children with leukemia or a myriad of other diseases that make them susceptible to your choice. Or to the pregnant mothers who don’t really know if their moms had them vaccinated when they were kids…
It kind of reminds me of second hand smoke or drinking and driving. Yes, you can choose to kill yourself, or to leave your child exposed to illness that generations before you have seen take children from their parents arms, or disabled for life — but damn it, you don’t get to choose to expose my grandchildren to your koolaid.

Enjoying the view….

Who knew 20 feet could seem like 20 miles (and I am no marathon runner)…..

this is the view from my couch == the view out to the sunroom where my spinning wheel sits, patiently waiting for me to get busy.  But it is not happening today.  A stomach bug has nailed me to the couch….I swear, it tires me out to punch the keyboard keys…..

But I will make the best of it and think about all the wonderful pieces I will knit from the sweet blue and green merino lounging on the floor next to the wheel.  And, as the sun makes its way through the window, i will convince myself that it is warm out and that if I was actually sitting in my spinning chair my thigh would be warmed by the glow.  (Not true, today there is NO heat transferring with that sunshine.)IMG_20150205_121227933_HDR