That’s Life

Yes. I’ve been having fun with knitting lately. It’s a fun way to spend time with your feet up.

I don’t think I have the patience for large projects, so I’ve been sticking with quick little projects. I’ve only recently discovered the 100 percent cotton thread/yarn, and I’m taking full advantage of its use for dish cloths.

When we moved here to Rison, we received several cotton yarn dish cloths, all hand-knitted. I’d never realized these could be used to wash dishes. They’re great, except with the looseness of the knit, they need to be washed often. A good idea is to run about an inch of water in your kitchen sink at night and add a few drops of bleach. Leave the knitted dish cloths soaking overnight. Any left-in food particles etc will be removed easily upon rinsing, and bacteria don’t have a chance.

Sooooo… on to my new passion.

There is a multitude of free patterns on the internet, and I’m taking advantage of several delightful designs. I’ve two finished dish cloths, and am working on another. The colors of these cotton yarns fascinate me, and I’ve bought a wide variety. Perhaps I’ll knit dish cloths for all my friends for Christmas. Hey! They’re quick and easy and to some people, might be considered a novelty. Besides, they’re really useful!

Later, y’all. 

This is one of my passions.

I love waking up to the smell of coffee brewing. I’ve missed that this week while my husband has been out of town. This week I’ve had to get up and make the coffee, rather than reaping the pleasure from having it brewing when I awake. Miss you, Jim. Hurry home. 

Autumn is glorious this year in south central Arkansas. Or is it every year? Maybe I’m succeeding at last in living in the moment because I can’t imagine any time this sweet.

Aches and pains and frustrations still abound, but that’s life.

I’m talking here about waking up to a bright new day and finding that all is right with the world.

I know there is much wrong in this world. Not much I can do other than what I do now to help that. My meager contributions and work with raising money and awareness of the needs of those unfortunate in this world doesn’t seem much, but it’s more than I have done in the past.

Despite my recent blues, deep inside I am content. My children and grandchildren all thrive and live active and happy lives. My mother and I are existing in a peace we’ve never known before. My husband is busy, healthy and living his most fulfilled life ever. All is truly right in my world.

Thank you, God.

This morning I awoke with the joy of knowing that two friends slept in our guest rooms. Neither are early morning people, so I knew I’d have time for coffee and a few words here before either stirred. I was right.  Though they’ll be traveling home later this morning, I look forward to the few hours left in our visit.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Famous or infamous words, there. This morning I feel the sentiment of them deeply.

Later, y’all!

I admit it.

I’m a person who usually prefers to stay home.

Call me a private person. Or call me anti-social. Or introvert. Perhaps I simply don’t like to schlep around in a mad social whirl.

I like nothing more than a quiet day at home devoid of the hoo-haa of traffic, travel, people, noise, headaches, swollen ankles and aching feet.

Yes, now you can call me anti-social.

Or perhaps I simply don’t feel like doing the dinner and movie thing. Perhaps I have to save my energies for obligations I can’t turn down.

Are you confused yet?

Enough said then.

Just a rant here. Nothing more.

Later, y’all.