laughter in the rain

I enjoyed a good long talk with my sister this morning. She’s doing ok and hoping Friday’s tests show an improvement in her cancer. She’s shedding now so I mailed her hats. She fears loosing her hair because it means she has to tell Emmee and Allee about the cancer. We laugh about stuff but it’s far from funny.
I also mailed Haskell’s dragon hat and 3 hats to Lavonne. Her hair is coming out, too. fuck cancer. I’m sending a hat to another friend, and need to make a couple more.

My daughter asked me about the pizza job. I wasn’t able to do it. Why did I feel like such a looser when I had to say I couldn’t do it? I can’t stand for hours and they can’t accomodate a chair. Degenerative discs are no fun. Steve and I are going to change newspaper branches and see if we can get routes closer to home. I am going to list my gemstones on e-bay in small batches and see if I can get some of that money back.

Still waiting on potting soil to start the seeds – and time.
And V sent me a precious picture of Lex in the blue hat I made Haskell. I love that he is using it.

G came home happy and talkative from his theatre class. he got to see Singing in the Rain during class. His final monologue will be Scene One, Act 3 of Othello. He said “you know I will play a Moor.” And I asked if he knew what a Moor was. Yep. He did.


About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, music, bird watching, history, gemstones, and gardening. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its bounds. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a Kingdom focused non denominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, married to the son of a preacher, with 4 spoiled dogs and and a rescued kitten. Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and depression and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow go.
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