the owls are finished. this one was completely designed and sewn (mostly) by my very artistic girl. who is
hogging learning to use my sewing machine.
we’ve been devouring copious amounts of
halloween candy pomegranates.
i am really surprised that all of the
sugar vitamin C hasn’t kept this terrible flu/cold bug from hitting us.
i am teetering on the edge of becoming its’ next victim.
you know how life is on the edge. your eyes are burning. no they are not. you are achy. but not too achy to play florence nightingale. you keep taking the strongest stuff in the house because you refuse to succumb!
you’d rather discuss butterfly watching.
or finish rolling that ball of yarn so you can start a pair of handwarmers for yourself for once.
but sadly, there just aren’t enough hours in the days.
i say days because it seems that lately i just can’t get my act together.
this is a season of “too many targets”, as fulton sheen says.
aiming at perfection in too many ways.
instead of THE only way that matters.
so in an effort to get through this season i am letting the winding down happen.
beginning with ignoring my two-year blog-o-versary that just passed.
i went back to that first blog and noticed that the more things change. the more they stay the same.
briefly, the same-ness:
i was still shuffling clutter around. dealing with too much halloween candy. and thinking about the very controversial presidential election/voting issues.
i don’t need here so much.
i am content to lurk in the blogosphere and soak up the good things.
but no longer do i compare myself to others who seem to have it together more than i.
this community is beautiful. wonderful. and i wish i’d had it when my kids were younger.
maybe i would’ve had more time?
however, not all that glitters on the internet is gold.
i don’t feel guilty anymore for lack of posts.
i am perfectly at ease just laying in bed next to warm toasty bodies instead of uploading and editing pictures into the wee hours in the morning.
i have come to terms with my gifts as well as my shortcomings and imperfections.
i am a better photographer.
a horrible knitter.
sometimes i have nothing to offer this blog.
well, that is ok too.