We dropped our land line last year and from what I hear from friends and family members who still have one, every communication over the past several weeks was political. Sorry I missed all that.
In case you are all wondering why I've been silent on the Hurricane Sandy disaster, I am not heartless, my prayers include those who lost so much. Many bloggers and help agencies are collecting for the relief. Americans can be very self-absorbed but it warms my heart to see the way most people respond to tragedy. When flood waters threatened my home town last year folks from so many places rushed forward to fill sand bags. But, as you may have discovered, politics and commentary are not my general focus and so many others cover those so well.
My big chunky piece of furniture that I redid needs one more tweak. Pictures will be posted when it's donza. And hopefully it will be donza. Crafting is not my forte, necessarily, either.
And I'm a slug in the food department currently. I have not written down any recipes or taken any pictures for several days. Sigh. I think I could get used to it.
However. I do have a few recipes I'm working on putting together. So there should be something coming soon.
In the meantime I'll just chat a bit.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.