I was trying most of December to get here, but December is always the most stressful month for me, and this year I was host for Christmas dinner, which didn’t help alleviate any of it. Alex was finishing final papers until the day he flew out here, so he was a bit stressed, too. But then he was able to relax once he got here. Actually, so did I, partially. Iqbal’s always relaxed. We watched several movies and a lot…
… and some unstitching, too. This is a really bad photo because I took it on the kitchen table in mid-late afternoon sun. The shadows are horrible. (Well the shadows are actually great, but they make the photo horrible.) I don’t have any idea where I’m going with this. I picked up the center scrap with the intention of trying Jude’s multi line stitching. Rather than split stitch, I’m using stem stitch. For some inexplicable reason (probably just the first…
I’m a homebody. I have ADD. I’ve done nothing this week because I’ve had appointments and have been pulled away from my routine (such as it is) by those, and other things, every day. My introverted homebody-ness borders on being a hermit. I’m able to go for a long time with no more outside contact than occasional texting. I’m not really sure how long, and it probably varies because I do like and need human contact sometimes, but I get…
Tuesday we had our GabCraft meeting. Rather than work on our macramé, we did string art. It was difficult, mainly because the “instructions” were horrible. Kris, who had the most complex design, was actually missing half of hers. Not that they would help much. Elaine (Kris’s BFF) had the best directions. After saying how to do it, which none of us understood, it said “Or use your imagination and be creative.” So she just did what she felt like doing….
I look in the mirror and remember my grandma at 70. Nope. My mom? Maybe . . . not. And I certainly don’t feel 70. The only giveaway to me is how quickly I tire, but I truly believe that has more to do with being out of shape than being 70. I’m working on that, so we’ll see. I don’t really expect to get all my old strength back, but I’m pretty sure, as I get back to more…
It’s pretty rare when my excitement meter explodes. Actually, I can’t remember the last time it happened. Until today. Everything started out normal. The only excitement was that the 2022 MLS season opened today and Portland had a game on TV at 5 pm. Fun, but hardly meter exploding. At halftime Iqbal decided to go get our dinner. I expected him home about fifteen minutes into the second half (60th minute). At the 75th minute, I started to think he’d…
Alex came home on the 19th. I don’t get on the computer much when he’s here. We didn’t do much other than enjoy being together. Of course, we did watch a lot of movies and a TV series or two. Baahubali was a two-part movie (about 2 1/2 hours each). It’s an Indian mythic story and was a lot of fun to watch. Hausu (House) was, as IMDB put it, “the most bizarre Haunted House movie I’ve ever seen.” Andhadhun is another…
But definitely my mother’s daughter. When my mom was my age she wrote a local newspaper column (which I don’t do, but I blog). It was about her life as a retiree almost-farmer. She even had a few followers, but it was local and before the internet. I think she would have been a great blogger if she had the discipline a deadline at the newspaper gave her. Maybe would have anyway if it had been when she wrote the…