A while back I did a series of good news stories each Monday, today I felt the need to reprise the weekly dose of good news. I don’t know about you but I’m not happy about tomorrow̵…
Hi, all. No time for more, sorry. There is a short update on my new blog: Li Gitaine Varda
Well, my friends, a lot of water has flowed under that proverbial bridge since I last posted here. I did have plans, but apparently I am to take a slightly different path for a while. So . . . to document my new travels, I have set up a new camp:
click on the picture of my campsite to join me in the new spot.
And I will continue to post here as well, in case you were wondering.
After all this time, there is so much to write about, but I shall try to separate events, interests, thoughts, etc. into manageable portions. We shall see . . .
For now, I shall only say that I am finally back ‘home’ in BC, but not destined to stay here for long. And after that, who knows?
Tonight I am writing on a laptop situated on an antique secretary desk, with a modern wood pellet stove just behind me, keeping the room nice and toasty.
My cousin’s wife and I just made three dozen pumpkin muffins They were meant to be cookies, but the pumpkin was juicy and the dough too soft, so we added a couple of cups of flour, which meant a much larger volume of dough. Then came the bright idea to bake them in muffin tins and that worked out wonderfully!
I shall write more soon, my friends. This weekend is Thanksgiving in Canada and I have so much for which to be thankful, I am planning a post just for that. It likely won’t be published until after the Monday, though. Whether it’s a holiday weekend for you or just your regular weekend, I wish you all the best.
because . . .
Thanks for all the love and support I have received, both here and privately.I expect to have time soon to reply to most, if not all, of the comments you have left for me. Hugs to you all!
Of all the things for which I am grateful, your friendship over the past years is very high on my list. The stories you have shared have given me the will to step onto this new and unknown path, with humour, faith, hope and, most of all, love.
Inspiring post by a friend of mine. I think you’ll enjoy this. ~ Linne
In May 2014 I held a competition call Project Individual Worth. The point of the competition was to nominate a person who you would call beautiful, and not the promoted Hollywood ideals of what beauty should be. The winners were given a free photo shoot in the Botanic Gardens in Edinburgh. I was able to catch up with two of the winners, and we had a fantastic day in the gardens. The last winners were unable to make it at the time.
Let me introduce you to the last winners Donna and Karis. Here is the letter that was sent in that nominated these lovely ladies:
I would like to nominate a mother and daughter who have amazed and inspired me since I was lucky enough to join their beautiful family in 2000 when I met my son’s dad.
Karis was a toddler then and the most gorgeous, tumbling haired Scottish…
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My dear friends, I am grateful for your on-going support, prayers, etc. I’m not sure if I will have time to catch up with all the comments, but please know that I have read them all. In the meantime, the most important news is this:
My Mum had a good day on Wednesday, 13 April (which was the year anniversary of the day my Aunty and I moved into the new condo). She was in good spirits, laughing and joking with staff and teasing often; she was the self that I love so well. She had ice cream for lunch and dinner both, following her own advice:
‘Life is uncertain; eat dessert first!’
She woke around 3 am and we talked a little, holding hands, then both went back to sleep. It was, therefore, with a certain amount of shock that I woke at 6 to find she had left us . . .
There were some interesting things about the date. As I said, the day before was a year since her older sister and I moved to the condo where the three of us planned to have some fun. But it was not to be.
The day after, 15 April, was both her own mother’s birthday and the day her older brother died (he was very close to their mother, who died far too young, leaving children from 2 to 20 years of age). Of the ten children, only one is left and she is 91 in a couple of weeks. I’m selfishly hoping she is around for a while.
In a way, her passing was not unexpected, but we had all hoped that when she chose to go it would be from her home, not the hospital. But, as John Lennon said, “Life is what happens while you’re making other plans . . .”
It’s been just over two weeks now and a big adjustment for my RN sister and myself. I have begun sorting through my things and packing. So far there hasn’t been much to dispose of, as most of what I brought with me was supplies for working on here. I’ve been going through my Aunty’s things, too. Not easy, as most of you will know.
The one year anniversary of my Aunty’s death was on the 26th and that week was full of memories, joy and sadness. This week, I am moving toward a proper schedule so that I will be ready to leave by the end of June. I will stay with my friends the Crafties for some time so that I can deal with my things in the container and the storage unit here, then begin bringing my stored things from BC to go through. I can only hope they are in decent condition after all this time. I’m not planning beyond those things for now. I will be doing some knitting and crochet soon and that will help. Being creative is always soothing for me.
I’ll be writing a proper farewell to my Mum soon, too. There is a lot to say when someone has lived over 90 years.
In the meantime, those of you who fell in love with the Bavarian crochet might love the pictures that accompany this workshop ad:
And, although these lyrics are meant to salute the veterans of WWII, I feel this song by Runrig is a suitable accompaniment for my feelings just now:
To me, that song is about the passing of an entire generation, to whom we owe so much. I am grateful for the years I had with my parents and especially the past 17 years with my Mum. I am sad beyond my expectations, but there is joy, too.
Much love and many blessings to each of you. I will be back to more regular posting soon and I’ll see you on the bright side!
Note: I began this post around the beginning of April. I habe another to write, but will post this one anyway, as is. More to come . . . (and thanks for your patience).
We were home for three weeks, then back in the hospital. Home again, back again . . . I feel a bit like a yo-yo (or maybe this is another version of the movie ‘Groundhog Day’.
Anyway, not much I can share publicly at this point.
I’m sorry that I still am not caught up responding to your comments. Wi-Fi service at the hospital is free, but frequently drops the user, sending data charges through the roof, so I’m not sure I’ll get to individual replies.
I’d like to say how much I appreciate all of you who are so supportive, whether by comment, email or just keeping us all in your thoughts and prayers. You and your families are in mine as well.
I have done no crafting since my last post, except that I bought (yes, and me with the humungous yarn stash!) four balls of Kroy sock yarn (because, although I have at least two balls ‘somewhere’, I have no idea where exactly they are – the joys of multiple storage sites . . .). Now, two balls are enough to make a pair of socks, so why four? Maybe I just like to tempt fate . . . or maybe I just couldn’t decide between two colours . . . I’ll leave it with you to decide.
I found this pattern on my way to something else (now forgotten . . . sigh) and
couldn’t didn’t resist . . .
The yarn and needles (and the first sweet toe!) are at Mum’s condo; a photo will have to wait. I knitted a toe, realized I had misunderstood the short-row wrapping instructions (and yes, they were clear; I was a tad tired and working in poor light), had a short debate with myself and then frogged the whole thing. The second toe went as intended and now I wish I’d photographed the first, just for comparison. Oh, well, as I so often say 🙂
Two days later I was here again with Mum and here I remain. It’s all good, though . . .
I already love these socks (or should I say, this toe?) and am planning to slowly replace all my store-bought socks with lovely woolen ones . . . I’ll let you know how that goes . . . 🙂
Weather here has been very atypical;