tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62797933807198570752024-03-13T03:03:13.904-07:00noniesparadiseA little about life in paradisenonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.comBlogger205125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-49171142065349805732023-11-21T11:17:00.000-08:002023-11-21T11:17:03.734-08:00Time to be thankful<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGV8CbnOrw9xo8veh4Cn3OSR6Me8o07N5rRmJvolsWENKZcmL6rQl_EomSI__LDS_3_w0A3n0vkXS-JKQpfrsZTi7DeAE6h1dkMOg5Gf7Bg1-GmTTck6R3J3byXS5EoxCqua6nrJmoc-SPa0NJUQdDjDLccT1_yryTCp7_A0tjDzY2OZmm2UcpylsgNQcQ/s2048/from%20Shane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="503" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGV8CbnOrw9xo8veh4Cn3OSR6Me8o07N5rRmJvolsWENKZcmL6rQl_EomSI__LDS_3_w0A3n0vkXS-JKQpfrsZTi7DeAE6h1dkMOg5Gf7Bg1-GmTTck6R3J3byXS5EoxCqua6nrJmoc-SPa0NJUQdDjDLccT1_yryTCp7_A0tjDzY2OZmm2UcpylsgNQcQ/w636-h503/from%20Shane.jpg" width="636" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I know who took the picture, grandson Shane, I know he is hiking in the Cascade mountains, exactly where I don't know.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I love that he takes pictures as he hikes. I love that he shares the pictures, even if he's not good about telling me where he took the picture.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Thank you for all your kind words and thank you for just visiting. I know the holidays are going to be hard, I have a great support system but still the pain will be mine.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I am stopping to be thankful for all the years we were able to spend together. For all the adventures we shared. For our children and grandchildren. I am thankful Steve knew Christ. I am thankful he is no longer in pain and suffering.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I know the next few days and even months are going to be hard, the kids are going to be right here with me and we will do this together. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-55100177549604199112023-08-21T14:52:00.000-07:002023-08-21T14:52:02.347-07:00Fields of Gold<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwVXRBHEZ60DG8SIF99tnXqCF2Lsob60nqMiLYandKm3jNYMbt2yUgYO7Doca74V70SGx-Njrl9MFIEytN30o8Ae53onwLyro40dU55p2Y5usvSstVs29W3ViLtIlNmxODPiZw_eoioiYJ-yFCu_dgXupw7yzpZCwYjhDtkon33NgQcMcJ-lITlK6d72-y/s2048/quincy%20gold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwVXRBHEZ60DG8SIF99tnXqCF2Lsob60nqMiLYandKm3jNYMbt2yUgYO7Doca74V70SGx-Njrl9MFIEytN30o8Ae53onwLyro40dU55p2Y5usvSstVs29W3ViLtIlNmxODPiZw_eoioiYJ-yFCu_dgXupw7yzpZCwYjhDtkon33NgQcMcJ-lITlK6d72-y/w640-h480/quincy%20gold.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Fields of Gold in Quincy picture taken by Mike</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGrmPoqLn1ydzFBcQy6MfSCTkWVH-V_90hsxX_FqcSEHopW5yKqmcfwhygeiCfZayz6mzKOzFeKyER0ukepZum0z1uTsFjZmC6DSyjNk-aLe-KkFhmZ7Y47W7kyIGC4mjffq0r_LN4xXizJdIcG44e8Mobzh9yccU3RYYiCDKMDlzU7Ce-v40cD-22Or7/s2048/erikas%20daughter%20frankie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1542" data-original-width="2048" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGrmPoqLn1ydzFBcQy6MfSCTkWVH-V_90hsxX_FqcSEHopW5yKqmcfwhygeiCfZayz6mzKOzFeKyER0ukepZum0z1uTsFjZmC6DSyjNk-aLe-KkFhmZ7Y47W7kyIGC4mjffq0r_LN4xXizJdIcG44e8Mobzh9yccU3RYYiCDKMDlzU7Ce-v40cD-22Or7/w640-h482/erikas%20daughter%20frankie.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Fiend Ericka's daughter Frankie checking out the sunflowers. </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I know, again it's been a while since I have posted anything. Right now, the doctor wants me to start some medication just to help me over the biggest part of the hump. Not sure how I feel about that. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I think I was dealing with it all okay but maybe I am not as okay as I think I am. I sure lost a lot of motivation. But then doesn't everyone go through times when they just aren't motivated?? </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, I wanted to share with you, where a whole lot of sunflowers grow. We do live in a wonderful area and have much to be thankful for.</span></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-62305802077700442652023-07-13T09:40:00.001-07:002023-07-13T09:40:55.892-07:00It's been awhile<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I had very good intentions of writing on a more regular basis then what is happening in reality. I have been busy and that is a good thing.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQIUwSISNjwZza-Dacqxy3uXr88WL-tLv-Jn_Iqn3kUwiCOH18y7t0alxLrozSzXxoyenz5Ow_McZVTPOMHYC56toYcg9xv89ha2i5UsMfwMsiWYsCvp267WAgdIv6BRA5EeCDYnvi4XLGz5SLIl2CSNHR-8wL22WHtJ8qZUIB7XLwxFXaKou4Y6Vrmy1Y/s2048/es6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQIUwSISNjwZza-Dacqxy3uXr88WL-tLv-Jn_Iqn3kUwiCOH18y7t0alxLrozSzXxoyenz5Ow_McZVTPOMHYC56toYcg9xv89ha2i5UsMfwMsiWYsCvp267WAgdIv6BRA5EeCDYnvi4XLGz5SLIl2CSNHR-8wL22WHtJ8qZUIB7XLwxFXaKou4Y6Vrmy1Y/w640-h480/es6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">This picture was taken by my daughter in law Erica. Last weekend her and my son did a day trip over the Cascade loop.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">They will go back and take their time. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL5bZpPMh0PkQV8I63aeYKWgqwO8MDS0L0BCZfbBI-fH9mgLELr6X69-fSQQYl6ZLU46aipLyTzovn3sycB0mqAIlJW1n6TfRk-m3SZV1Ga442jqddOUljySs9Gix5DjajOZMTFWSqJMOCP483rz7BZOEPghRdGa04CZOyaOqZ9J19ONuS5piZF09EOLIk/s2048/es5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL5bZpPMh0PkQV8I63aeYKWgqwO8MDS0L0BCZfbBI-fH9mgLELr6X69-fSQQYl6ZLU46aipLyTzovn3sycB0mqAIlJW1n6TfRk-m3SZV1Ga442jqddOUljySs9Gix5DjajOZMTFWSqJMOCP483rz7BZOEPghRdGa04CZOyaOqZ9J19ONuS5piZF09EOLIk/w640-h480/es5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">I have been trying to keep up with the tiny little space I have. I have had people stop and ask about flowers I have growing. Others have stopped to say how pretty my yard looks. </span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I am not sure I see what they see, and that has me thinking. How often we do not take the time to take in our own beauty.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">All I was seeing was the weeds!! I am like talking to myself, saying how can you say it is pretty, don't you see those weeds?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">How often do we do that? How often do we only see the weeds and not the flowers? I sure am guilty of doing that. I will take the time to see all that is good. all that is pretty.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Which reminds me of a funny story about my neighbor. I don't know if any of you, (if there are any of you!) remember the trees I had removed from my property line. they were </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">beautiful. they were also dangerous, messy and created so much shade nothing would grow. I never saw anyone as excited as my neighbor, to see those trees go. She hated the mess and how the needles kept piling up making a horrible mess, she was like good bye trees. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, last week, I came across my neighbor, who had to tell me how much she missed the fir needles in her yard. Now she has to weed and at least they kept the weed down. !!! What she is missing is, the rose bush that is now blooming that never had the chance to grow because it was to shady, Or the lilac bush I didn't even know was there, now growing and blooming. Nope all she can see can see is the weeds,</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Take some time this week to look past the weeds and see the beauty. Life is always going to give us weeds.</span></span></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-52160469343837416942023-06-26T09:47:00.000-07:002023-06-26T09:47:09.197-07:00Things don't just Happen<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6DMSQYXE6tB6QNPmIOTHtbnMdhBG19XyINECPp2otdHUFh5cthkLXgsVzBiasGiJdmZYkyetoECRoq0suWlHJFlHpBzdCax3LShgqtKva5eBMGu3syxjPiyVnejgGEakoSmXak7rdjy5GLsYSvueLqNtlVVzwcxqP6aLOb92I3LuayMxr5dVLZQEhxkZ9/s2048/boating%20day%20columbia%20river.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6DMSQYXE6tB6QNPmIOTHtbnMdhBG19XyINECPp2otdHUFh5cthkLXgsVzBiasGiJdmZYkyetoECRoq0suWlHJFlHpBzdCax3LShgqtKva5eBMGu3syxjPiyVnejgGEakoSmXak7rdjy5GLsYSvueLqNtlVVzwcxqP6aLOb92I3LuayMxr5dVLZQEhxkZ9/w640-h564/boating%20day%20columbia%20river.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-size: medium;">Sunday on the Columbia River</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I thought it might be a good idea to let you know where the pictures are taken.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Motivation to do anything has been hard for me. Then after speaking to a friend who also lost her husband, I came to realize things don't just happen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I was telling her how I feel (whining a bit) about the need to get back to sewing and creating. She replied with: "So do I, it will happen". My friend has been alone for a long, long time, which is the one reason I was whining to her. That statement scared me!!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Maybe that is exactly what I needed to hear because if it hasn't happened yet with her after all these years, well, I don't want to sit and wait for the magic to happen. It's not going to happen!!!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">When will the sky open up and the creatives juices flow? If I sit and wait for it, I can guarantee that never happening. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I need to take a step forward, even if it is one tiny step, as long as I am going in the right direction. that needs to start NOW!!</span></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-5435618629507607722023-06-22T11:08:00.000-07:002023-06-22T11:08:56.259-07:00New Meaning<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAMpEWZWAW8bqARJnhAAMfIO1PX1YKPRu3M1KyALW2p75VcneLk9TZMVEsqarMJh9zy7iG-JAq-sHuOL12dObZi_9dt_gShIsAX_syr-pmtSS1_dvpj_3EfZTTbe4yGwMe3Wk5s-XHmwG3bLs-u5UV8fkLVx3RUa1qZvHzr-5FWB6gA-KFbnvBSQBB5fC/s2048/123074262_3915108825168384_2420124490515069918_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAMpEWZWAW8bqARJnhAAMfIO1PX1YKPRu3M1KyALW2p75VcneLk9TZMVEsqarMJh9zy7iG-JAq-sHuOL12dObZi_9dt_gShIsAX_syr-pmtSS1_dvpj_3EfZTTbe4yGwMe3Wk5s-XHmwG3bLs-u5UV8fkLVx3RUa1qZvHzr-5FWB6gA-KFbnvBSQBB5fC/w640-h426/123074262_3915108825168384_2420124490515069918_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-size: medium;">I want to start by thanking all of you for taking the time to give me some help. I will follow your advice. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Also the saying "Be kind to yourself" has taken on a complete new meaning to me. I have a better understanding of what my mind and body are going through. I do some pretty silly things, not even knowing I am doing it. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I filled (or thought I did) the watering can, so I could water the few plants I have on my porch. I went to pick it up, expecting it to be heavy and of coarse it wasn't. I didn't put any water in it. Thats just a tiny something, I do that all day with everything!! But now I have a bit of insight as to what is going on with me, so I don't get upset with me. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Reading is not possible. I was reading a series of books called the Elm Creek quilts series, by Jennifer Chiaverini. Now, I don't remember who is who and with a series, they speak often of people you should know, if you are reading the series. It's okay, I know why now, as before I found out this grief brain is a real thing, I was sure I was losing my mind.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I don't know how long all of this takes. Maybe I will never be the same, right now I feel like I will never go back. I told my son I will not be doing the grocery shopping this week. I can use Insta cart if I need anything. Last week, I had a full blown panic attack. I looked down at my hands and they were shaking so hard, the only way I could control them was to hang tight to the cart. I was only a few isle in, when I decided enough was enough and headed to the checkout. I forgot how to swipe my card, and of coarse that just caused more panic. The gal at the register was so kind and soft spoken, I know think she has been though that before. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">So, the adventure as I will call it, continues. I am just trying to be kind to myself.</span></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-68240237986710024492023-06-20T12:34:00.006-07:002023-06-20T12:50:26.607-07:00Enter grief brain<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDToxVTO6Mrp2OSdpT0LMz7HKXd5JBfwlXP4uTRvEx7PUKSJN8mSIFWRB5ci8gprVCDlSS6wzN1umQJBTYcAf46DcHON9gCc0A1t9YzAJTH2jKhacvdEF5tyzlS1Dz9l_NtxCgOEc26RXhlhZ1uSUiol3s9jM8UtBjET9_QsfNgKw_Em03qv4bMY7S0WAz/s640/10488146_10202187139661548_2810590880424427239_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDToxVTO6Mrp2OSdpT0LMz7HKXd5JBfwlXP4uTRvEx7PUKSJN8mSIFWRB5ci8gprVCDlSS6wzN1umQJBTYcAf46DcHON9gCc0A1t9YzAJTH2jKhacvdEF5tyzlS1Dz9l_NtxCgOEc26RXhlhZ1uSUiol3s9jM8UtBjET9_QsfNgKw_Em03qv4bMY7S0WAz/w640-h480/10488146_10202187139661548_2810590880424427239_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-size: medium;">As the days went by, my thinking became worse and worse. I always have paid my power bill the day the bill came. I was shocked when I opened my bill this month to see it had doubled. When I took a closer look, I noticed I had not paid last months bill. I don't even remember getting it.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I found I was forgetting things I have done over and over a million times, now I could not even begin to think about how to do it. I am not remembering to do even simple things like cook my favorite meals.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Of coarse this scared me! Now what?? Well, now what is leading to something new, called Grief Brain, or widows brain. where the brain has become so over loaded it has little room left for functioning.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Hopsice suggests I journal, having this blog already set up I will do just that. I have no clue what to expect from this. All I know is in some ways I feel better knowing it's a "normal" process. Some ways it scares me even more.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">So if you dare follow me on my journey and if you are also on this journey we can go through it together.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I am calling this day one. because it is the first day of my discovering that I am normal. At the same time as not being even close to normal.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><a href="https://www.hospicewr.org/Western-Reserve-CareLink/February-2018/Grief-Brain-What-s-Going-On#:~:text=Your%20brain%20is%20on%20overload%20with%20thoughts%20of,which%20leaves%20little%20room%20for%20your%20everyday%20tasks.">Hospice of the Western Reserve - "Grief Brain" What's Going On? (hospicewr.org)</a></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-20898490633463265622023-05-22T11:29:00.000-07:002023-05-22T11:29:20.944-07:00Make today Amazing.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSSm0gn0t5gjD_p_JnCeMEpmOjVtNm5wOuSEJaQ0bHOrxPEYRdyEWTJ2WTutl9qB0DfbDG3jMUyQLFMeIC6bhWSvqjuso0WLMJ7N0KckYhCqH4u3tWBlOkUqkwfTFZY4VC3Ct1gb9lrYRNlIAjTfUw07OyAymmKJ9CLr35xdD4yP4xgUEyDuAEdlQawA/s640/tony%20today%20pillow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSSm0gn0t5gjD_p_JnCeMEpmOjVtNm5wOuSEJaQ0bHOrxPEYRdyEWTJ2WTutl9qB0DfbDG3jMUyQLFMeIC6bhWSvqjuso0WLMJ7N0KckYhCqH4u3tWBlOkUqkwfTFZY4VC3Ct1gb9lrYRNlIAjTfUw07OyAymmKJ9CLr35xdD4yP4xgUEyDuAEdlQawA/w480-h640/tony%20today%20pillow.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">A saying my son, told me in the middle of my falling apart. Probably one of the hardest things to do is to make your day amazing when all of your life is so totally out of control.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Then, I found that just in trying, all you had to do was at least try and your day would become if not amazing at least tolerable. So I continue each day, to share the message. Every day will get better until you find that each day is worth looking forward to. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In thanks I made hm this pillow. Since mountain biking is where he goes to regain his balance I thought adding a bike would be a message back to him, to keep up being amazing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Some days it is so hard. But, everyday I can do something no matter how small to make it the best day ever. </span></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-69627219918177754022023-05-12T08:46:00.001-07:002023-05-12T08:46:41.049-07:00"Not in Vain"<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Emily Dickinson poem "Not in Vain" has always spoke to me.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: left;">(1886) by</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 700; text-align: left;"> Emily Dickinson</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: left;"> If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain: If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I think of it when I make and pray over these items for the hospital nursery. These item are for the precious little ones</span> <span style="font-size: medium;">that go to heaven way to soon.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I do like making the gowns, hoping that it will ease the pain a little, Just to know that someone, </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">somewhere cares.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUB2tqE5xH-6sqsTZfAAV5kktuH2ptX7-OG97hzxDquSh9Ea8mWz2sv3NJ7YphaYp5Merab1PwqpyQ3qhlOay1mZUXGhD_k3n2COcGNv_iym-kT6Kqt16XgByDbBX-Ibz5tVses75KspGz--J-ANZca17V63_iwXtYSvzgP8IyqERVw_HkGT5sprs3Xw/s640/babygown2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUB2tqE5xH-6sqsTZfAAV5kktuH2ptX7-OG97hzxDquSh9Ea8mWz2sv3NJ7YphaYp5Merab1PwqpyQ3qhlOay1mZUXGhD_k3n2COcGNv_iym-kT6Kqt16XgByDbBX-Ibz5tVses75KspGz--J-ANZca17V63_iwXtYSvzgP8IyqERVw_HkGT5sprs3Xw/w480-h640/babygown2.jpg" width="480" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeAEDjvd6NzvhQ5YiV7VmmGYXlNNDBcmt2O2Fm5ttPNT1hAKuB3YipmbPo1JL7--HVQ7fo9Y3m6mbBCjJ5_hJz0Mb6y2XXd2uhrOi_rR6GLCbl-Bj0myu6ACEj9ugs3lZ0QaK_guMeYlsca1VxfGiYaxhadAJlWDNZ9_ZxRSZkVdHws0FEPEGQnR-l1w/s640/babygown3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeAEDjvd6NzvhQ5YiV7VmmGYXlNNDBcmt2O2Fm5ttPNT1hAKuB3YipmbPo1JL7--HVQ7fo9Y3m6mbBCjJ5_hJz0Mb6y2XXd2uhrOi_rR6GLCbl-Bj0myu6ACEj9ugs3lZ0QaK_guMeYlsca1VxfGiYaxhadAJlWDNZ9_ZxRSZkVdHws0FEPEGQnR-l1w/w480-h640/babygown3.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Request from the hospital, also needed are items for babies to fragile to handle.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">so I made a few of those.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Jq4V1GbsHsYedtXKWBq6t-cfqktpaeD70CrRxbQc5F_PWpSqnCu1AQAOpBsdn9BjDuU3EtVmAIm3OvYek9--0ILhE3Mtuonr1BsF8-ScHcRXXD0H_Q2kLnfWcVsdd80VhvSf-rn2HIZ8sBHXEi1UxBNJCmU2wNKgGviu_Ip4aGNrKJOEihu2gzP_zQ/s640/baby%20buntings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Jq4V1GbsHsYedtXKWBq6t-cfqktpaeD70CrRxbQc5F_PWpSqnCu1AQAOpBsdn9BjDuU3EtVmAIm3OvYek9--0ILhE3Mtuonr1BsF8-ScHcRXXD0H_Q2kLnfWcVsdd80VhvSf-rn2HIZ8sBHXEi1UxBNJCmU2wNKgGviu_Ip4aGNrKJOEihu2gzP_zQ/w480-h640/baby%20buntings.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20cWoC8rTay7Pg53iz3ocEz9ID8jVnH76u4Oj66HzTv7YlrOktUQGNcMij1hQbqZKrHd_SUPkLu7pXsNqbnwV8EzRpDJ6RD7AVGDtb-E5VJuCSzbN0-CAK4g_aY2UySLpzTMGw9qpx_Nwyn8DFBnGumBLYgWc40NnLf4t1wlsLWYSGdZreeYkYd8EUQ/s640/bunting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20cWoC8rTay7Pg53iz3ocEz9ID8jVnH76u4Oj66HzTv7YlrOktUQGNcMij1hQbqZKrHd_SUPkLu7pXsNqbnwV8EzRpDJ6RD7AVGDtb-E5VJuCSzbN0-CAK4g_aY2UySLpzTMGw9qpx_Nwyn8DFBnGumBLYgWc40NnLf4t1wlsLWYSGdZreeYkYd8EUQ/w480-h640/bunting.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Tiny blankets</span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The size of the blankets range from 6" to 10". I will make a few larger blankets..</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEileTs3jlz7Lr5Fy9TSN03OQZGsTwO0pgDPYqU24YMsZjEkkb0NehsXJkYVTJG6evnSX43GSaWNwNIJ75WX3_E1wPdu6JQjf6rF48R2_5Tw-ny6h0qLJcYAPcLUUwAJGlPJss_b5PylaRmhj-16YBUw5rfjLswOyRGsMHQbfXqdOpyKC3XGFSro-zmvhQ/s640/B,Blanket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEileTs3jlz7Lr5Fy9TSN03OQZGsTwO0pgDPYqU24YMsZjEkkb0NehsXJkYVTJG6evnSX43GSaWNwNIJ75WX3_E1wPdu6JQjf6rF48R2_5Tw-ny6h0qLJcYAPcLUUwAJGlPJss_b5PylaRmhj-16YBUw5rfjLswOyRGsMHQbfXqdOpyKC3XGFSro-zmvhQ/w480-h640/B,Blanket.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQo_62O993dMyeOCnRETpV3ANvJVs4eSfOTBhDIkkCKo0S-0sDjxvgBOegV8TDdMRgcP88DxWcqT8qUv7qpVwRKCnmG7gP1iiX0OSpnI9LOxr4Q45CCrN0Mc8BbnAu6usZkEI_b-nrTMQFscg0VZp_L4AihUjM3RLjYK2VASDLeU3tYMntPQWQqYcoQ/s640/blankets%2010-8-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQo_62O993dMyeOCnRETpV3ANvJVs4eSfOTBhDIkkCKo0S-0sDjxvgBOegV8TDdMRgcP88DxWcqT8qUv7qpVwRKCnmG7gP1iiX0OSpnI9LOxr4Q45CCrN0Mc8BbnAu6usZkEI_b-nrTMQFscg0VZp_L4AihUjM3RLjYK2VASDLeU3tYMntPQWQqYcoQ/w480-h640/blankets%2010-8-6.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">I hope these bring some comfort to the broken hearts. Just making them helps my heart heal.</span><p></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-59109520824790345542023-05-10T09:35:00.002-07:002023-05-10T09:35:33.498-07:00wordless Wednesday<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Again!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I find myself here again on a Wednesday.!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1SY7xnKML5Hq67Dq6jYbgaLCIC7gXc10C3iErWFsaxQr3ICiMw4gKTV-UYFpLOFt7NTtOMDErJuJMntTPI06cIFOj7QfZMEXRpazw-C1L9SU0MZb31glEaj22rbTfEn2uc_zoXZuo674Yhj4SoagON7GYEpGI7-prYUaE3OMqfcLVhNEQ1jLVE8_qhA/s1800/hills%20come%20alive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1SY7xnKML5Hq67Dq6jYbgaLCIC7gXc10C3iErWFsaxQr3ICiMw4gKTV-UYFpLOFt7NTtOMDErJuJMntTPI06cIFOj7QfZMEXRpazw-C1L9SU0MZb31glEaj22rbTfEn2uc_zoXZuo674Yhj4SoagON7GYEpGI7-prYUaE3OMqfcLVhNEQ1jLVE8_qhA/w512-h640/hills%20come%20alive.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">spring always comes alive in our mountains.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Seeded by God</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-73155767624553023392023-05-03T09:53:00.000-07:002023-05-03T09:53:09.705-07:00Heaven Bound<p> <span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">I know it is wordless Wednesday and I will add a few words to this. The picture of MT. Index, in Washington State. This is the mountain that stands out in full glory as you round the corner. As the love of my life Steve has gone on to be with Jesus, this picture lets me know, if God has this much beauty on earth can you imagine the beauty in heaven.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk32YUn6dTMnyVNV6wiYUwHO0Q_wFlDXlIkOSdSeEW4TE4G6Boanvfbw_ZJkLyXQjze5TKTMFZMxHXSUKZqe1bpkHR8dwosf395Py75Oer7wDLfa3Kr5Q_I64HL1MSeDvD-H9KhqniuLuOKH6UFvxj-M8xduDilU4L9qurAIntjFQG8SR4dj3xyllQow/s1080/Mt%20Index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk32YUn6dTMnyVNV6wiYUwHO0Q_wFlDXlIkOSdSeEW4TE4G6Boanvfbw_ZJkLyXQjze5TKTMFZMxHXSUKZqe1bpkHR8dwosf395Py75Oer7wDLfa3Kr5Q_I64HL1MSeDvD-H9KhqniuLuOKH6UFvxj-M8xduDilU4L9qurAIntjFQG8SR4dj3xyllQow/s16000/Mt%20Index.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-91373793848581901312023-03-08T12:17:00.004-08:002023-03-08T12:19:08.325-08:00Wordless Wednesday<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqSsTDmthDA1aavi0fN5V9_eW8emvVW3-kzeLO1T1-JlOpleKlT2Z28CR3kMVcf2NWgr31xHVaQ_prfrSYD_qqy86U8YEe9j0D26PYSUmjra-HUy_wAFTPEI3f3s5BaT0O4-QyNELg-_PSa4rNrVvbAZJXdUJSoA7RY5zWIorMGIHEz4hb4B_LLu2jw/s1121/shane%20mountain%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1121" data-original-width="1121" height="727" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqSsTDmthDA1aavi0fN5V9_eW8emvVW3-kzeLO1T1-JlOpleKlT2Z28CR3kMVcf2NWgr31xHVaQ_prfrSYD_qqy86U8YEe9j0D26PYSUmjra-HUy_wAFTPEI3f3s5BaT0O4-QyNELg-_PSa4rNrVvbAZJXdUJSoA7RY5zWIorMGIHEz4hb4B_LLu2jw/w665-h727/shane%20mountain%20(2).jpg" width="665" /></a></div><br /><p></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-13113018553109190372023-02-22T12:31:00.000-08:002023-02-22T12:31:21.294-08:00I DID IT!<span style="font-size: medium;"> I even took pictures. This was not easy and if you have agoraphobia, you will know what I am talking about. This started with me, when Steve had his stroke and was in the hospital in Seattle. There was no way I could stay with him more than a day and one night. The night I stayed I was in a chair, bathroom facilities were a long way away. It was miserable. The kids had me come home, home is three hours away. We tried to get the hospital to help us get him transferred home, once we found there was no reason for him to be in Seattle. </span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Fast forward, to my first full-blown panic attack! I ended up in the hospital. I have never been able to get myself together. I am fine when I am home, just the thought of going out can send me into a full-blown panic attack. Heart pounding, sweating palm's, no clear thoughts almost a feeling of being in a container and there is no way out.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Today, a volunteer came and watched Steve and I went to a store. By myself! almost the scariest thing I have ever done. You have no idea how much I love to read your blogs when you go shopping, especially when you go to cute little shops. I go right along with you!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">My neighbor told me about this store, hardly any people visit. It has good prices and he thought this would be a good place to test my getting out. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The name of the store is Grocery Outlet. they had some really cute things, good prices, Off brands and some well-known brands, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjAb_U2XgPxOUK1RLFyrl1UeHkj159LcK1zBwRXH_14NEb9C5zczLT8dKGfuvMiXU-8zSrK9NB3U-4IrebYGtyM9D0LT34cbqWGUa_0M0HFaTlaW1PZsgYRYPDzdFL4FaGGp3aW8n4y5A_r2o1cSa25F9glElbusKcT4giObbXYvnGpQHyT-zJQL1gg/s640/store1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjAb_U2XgPxOUK1RLFyrl1UeHkj159LcK1zBwRXH_14NEb9C5zczLT8dKGfuvMiXU-8zSrK9NB3U-4IrebYGtyM9D0LT34cbqWGUa_0M0HFaTlaW1PZsgYRYPDzdFL4FaGGp3aW8n4y5A_r2o1cSa25F9glElbusKcT4giObbXYvnGpQHyT-zJQL1gg/w480-h640/store1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEEr16c8D1Nc1x4GqsOmBmRN7o3B2-FgfaS0mMjfx55T18NN6yg4E3jrKXb5SEoFl4xirhtpObEMhtEDRO907pZ7Beof2zXp_sCU0VsQLWHiUk9aqM3AdbsjS6-l3txDv-kRUpYKPW6sKPP4phtrd9tdKgLKsgx34jqnQkUv2okKMMYuwjaz7Wrl0_GA/s640/store2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEEr16c8D1Nc1x4GqsOmBmRN7o3B2-FgfaS0mMjfx55T18NN6yg4E3jrKXb5SEoFl4xirhtpObEMhtEDRO907pZ7Beof2zXp_sCU0VsQLWHiUk9aqM3AdbsjS6-l3txDv-kRUpYKPW6sKPP4phtrd9tdKgLKsgx34jqnQkUv2okKMMYuwjaz7Wrl0_GA/w480-h640/store2.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> Those planters look interesting.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> It will take me a full day to stop shaking. did I mess up? yup! I did, but I made it, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-30285556673270523882023-02-21T10:12:00.001-08:002023-02-21T10:12:53.894-08:00Caretaking<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Even the word caretaker can mean so many different things. Caretaker of a </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">garden, a daycare, those seem to be okay caretaker jobs.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Taking care of a loved one in failing health, well that is different. I am having a hard time even believing there are people that chose to do caretaking as a job!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I am a accidental caretaker. I didn't chose this, I don't even know how to do it. Yet, it is something I do every day 24 hours a day. Do I have to? Not really. There are places that take in people who have Alzheimer/ Dementia. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I chose to learn this job, to do it the best I can because I love my Steve with all my heart.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The biggest challenge so far for me, which surprises me is taking the time to care for me. Kind of like the caretaker needs a care taker. The hospice nurses are great about asking me if I need anything, they ask "What can I do for you?" </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I have to do it for myself. I have to answer to me. I make promises to myself and then I break those promises. what kind of friend does that? I have a volunteer, that will come in and stay with Steve, while I go do something and I actually set a time for her to come and for me to go and I want to break that promise to me. the promise that I will go out and at least drive to a store and look </span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">around. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I break out in a sweat just thinking about it. My scheduled day to go is tomorrow and I want to cancel. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN4FQRSZBciVValVbTezSAq4-qGRTN3hi5ErVVTUjE_GanbYGELnFT4FWqWdmeUeRrQfZ8mteuAPTm2vn6U4j4JzGHZZJb946x8_bU7XctD5VLEc0WSz9waLNoVyUAeS0_k_tlQgGvrJ7IpVthcw8vM9lQ7xCky_C20QCJ_mTw-SHnci5ypV7Qp94urQ/s1440/hill%20flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1440" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN4FQRSZBciVValVbTezSAq4-qGRTN3hi5ErVVTUjE_GanbYGELnFT4FWqWdmeUeRrQfZ8mteuAPTm2vn6U4j4JzGHZZJb946x8_bU7XctD5VLEc0WSz9waLNoVyUAeS0_k_tlQgGvrJ7IpVthcw8vM9lQ7xCky_C20QCJ_mTw-SHnci5ypV7Qp94urQ/w640-h426/hill%20flowers.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">We have an amazing valley, so full of beauty, yet I stopped looking, stopped exploring, stopped living.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I quit on </span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">me.</span></span></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-19180277239924049552023-02-15T10:00:00.000-08:002023-02-15T10:00:22.883-08:00Lets turn this boat around<span style="font-size: large;">Some of you know I love boating. I can't remember a time, I didn't love being around boats. We lived on lake Washington, close to Seattle and it was always full of all kinds of boats.</span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Well now, we live close to the Columbia river and it to is always full of boats. In the winter the fishermen are out there and spring and summer bring the boat nuts.</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifXX-L5XAGuzq15p3W13KQQxmH9qDhgDx84rjSuLz5KaiRAY2TxEVXzADfq-ndXZrRDEpwlJr_TT5J1j3YDFuf0B2MTjVG_hQUMxz5ApMGPjvCFLS9S-ja2qCMYwqmVAPtDpzuBiAgUmlaPIhnng7j0dniqroYd4eDFCTW-TyRJ_UI8rjcLQg2IX6_0w/s640/boat%20one.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifXX-L5XAGuzq15p3W13KQQxmH9qDhgDx84rjSuLz5KaiRAY2TxEVXzADfq-ndXZrRDEpwlJr_TT5J1j3YDFuf0B2MTjVG_hQUMxz5ApMGPjvCFLS9S-ja2qCMYwqmVAPtDpzuBiAgUmlaPIhnng7j0dniqroYd4eDFCTW-TyRJ_UI8rjcLQg2IX6_0w/w480-h640/boat%20one.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">This is my supra, just love her.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The Columbia River, floods every spring as the mountains shed their snowpack. That leads to a lot of trees, and junk being dumped into the river, making it pretty dangerous to boat. so, this one year, we figured it was pretty safe to go out and were heading down river toward the damn, when we came upon a bunch of logs! We made a very quick turn around, just lucky we spotted them before we were on them.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I started thinking of how that incident relates to what I am living now. floating along actually hitting those logs. If I don't change, I am going to end up one of those miserable old women you hear about. I don't want to be an old woman looking out the window, watching life go by. I have one of those as a neighbor. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I need to turn this boat around and sail in my better waters. I need to see this day as a possibility. I am replacing the words "Have to" with the words "Get to". </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Instead of seeing things as a burden I will try to see them as an opportunity. The view you get from a boat, is a view, you are not going to get when you are on dry land, Same object, just different view. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGr3HG8P6L50lZkguiPoOLrn9T9BH-vHHcKdjh6LXGj69n0vfJtj1Z1cuf1UC4dEQ3Y8V97aABqueSl5_oz5Ljg02Uj4ws9NShcwtX3N0SkZTfJoA1s8fEksbsxUvoUKq4HzjDRZxSnQIgePJ_vP5PLYzNjSFuJu_P3UtbjQB3QscZ-sKda3KUB9TzpA/s640/different%20view.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGr3HG8P6L50lZkguiPoOLrn9T9BH-vHHcKdjh6LXGj69n0vfJtj1Z1cuf1UC4dEQ3Y8V97aABqueSl5_oz5Ljg02Uj4ws9NShcwtX3N0SkZTfJoA1s8fEksbsxUvoUKq4HzjDRZxSnQIgePJ_vP5PLYzNjSFuJu_P3UtbjQB3QscZ-sKda3KUB9TzpA/s16000/different%20view.JPG" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">So today, I will see what I will get to do, see how the day unfolds, with all the wonderful opportunities.</span></div>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-45543366624270072512023-02-10T10:55:00.000-08:002023-02-10T10:55:12.818-08:00Changing your mind<p> <span style="font-size: large;">We have all heard it or read it. You can change your circumstances by changing your mind.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Now, there is a lot I cannot change. I cannot change Steve's stoke or his stroke induced dementia. I cannot fix his heart or do away with kidney failure. Those are the givens; those are set in place. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">What I can do is change my mind, I can change from poor me to be thankful I get to care for him. That this is a way I can take the journey with him. I can thank God for giving me one more day with him. for the strength to hold on when it seems my little world is falling apart.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">To march right over to the mirror and get out my makeup and comb my hair. to reach for my saved perfume. To realize those clothes my closet I am saving for the right time, are to be worn now. The right time is today.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Today is the day you have been saving all those special things for. the best dishes, the best earrings.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And yes, this is the Valentines Day you celebrate, you celebrate because you love today, you love what tomorrow will bring. You love that all of this is to propel you forward, not backwards.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">You love, you changed your mind!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And I love to share with you my cuddler. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiizhSSv-TEagk-Nfje5OCtMstshXLey2e1t9RsDA0cJUuD0yiSyePRZojbo4MyWKnoDeAHvzsIjZw1q7jTy21JcyJBQPffiarnxMMoC0RrI7w4zROD31Ne6egx9x8BhnRBi1ULXS0YTPE-PI1it8zODCbZ2fOpYDFQUJiYczJWjWo07O_RUMU9BoVfyQ/s640/dru%20dissaproves%20again.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiizhSSv-TEagk-Nfje5OCtMstshXLey2e1t9RsDA0cJUuD0yiSyePRZojbo4MyWKnoDeAHvzsIjZw1q7jTy21JcyJBQPffiarnxMMoC0RrI7w4zROD31Ne6egx9x8BhnRBi1ULXS0YTPE-PI1it8zODCbZ2fOpYDFQUJiYczJWjWo07O_RUMU9BoVfyQ/w480-h640/dru%20dissaproves%20again.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-21128310488560367972023-02-06T13:15:00.000-08:002023-02-06T13:15:54.270-08:00I just don't know<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I really don't know what to do! I love Valentine's day but this year I don't know how to handle it.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Last week, I was all in. I was going to order flowers, get the candy and celebrate the way it should be celebrated! </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I started with the front porch. Added some decorations and thought that will take care of missing the Christmas decorations.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkK9KZ4qnX_X_r2qlubdvlWn384U_qTuuwCyJaGgseQpK2a5WdEwrzLdeHgYOf-SOyMGGiCs1iYFog_dkOwLpqf5wbUgbZn2P0zEQPiaP1NDx8FN4FC0sq3sTWgEjPV-Qw_ayiKuP1CKpBEjI3KeryFbuy3w9bZ0b5ExjEHmUQqFEqpelfSqIJk3O9mQ/s640/red%20heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkK9KZ4qnX_X_r2qlubdvlWn384U_qTuuwCyJaGgseQpK2a5WdEwrzLdeHgYOf-SOyMGGiCs1iYFog_dkOwLpqf5wbUgbZn2P0zEQPiaP1NDx8FN4FC0sq3sTWgEjPV-Qw_ayiKuP1CKpBEjI3KeryFbuy3w9bZ0b5ExjEHmUQqFEqpelfSqIJk3O9mQ/w480-h640/red%20heart.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Add a heart to a Christmas bow and your good to go!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUZpc4_GHg9T0L3PRTVMrw7Jmfp-45s2XbeZuimQEPoS1z-kyNCMOk0h4HPxhpUHzyuX8FTOUPZyOWPyxi2EUZIDsq5nhTkMEZmQrV-wkADQfBpEw0a7JXueBJ9d6pXQ61sb1qHyrTgoCa7UconeOlh7xld_3IZ4Kolmwl5NBwJq6p54oyT02nIJBeA/s640/happy%20valentines.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUZpc4_GHg9T0L3PRTVMrw7Jmfp-45s2XbeZuimQEPoS1z-kyNCMOk0h4HPxhpUHzyuX8FTOUPZyOWPyxi2EUZIDsq5nhTkMEZmQrV-wkADQfBpEw0a7JXueBJ9d6pXQ61sb1qHyrTgoCa7UconeOlh7xld_3IZ4Kolmwl5NBwJq6p54oyT02nIJBeA/w480-h640/happy%20valentines.jpg" width="480" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvmbhH5pkJEe0ShT9xWgGgTa1xWjIZtgdylBn3tj59njAXlihCkKB5-JdbT4NDLJuZZzJYg35y_v5kC0BD82YLRKdqhGG-qnqOODoz0oXBDL2ac-IgwZOd8qrTf-KC4rt6ks1ZwTquYmoJg3gdbWGuH9j9lPzk3x3VeEnMpWtZQu7s6rkmwxRDduhXA/s640/wreath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvmbhH5pkJEe0ShT9xWgGgTa1xWjIZtgdylBn3tj59njAXlihCkKB5-JdbT4NDLJuZZzJYg35y_v5kC0BD82YLRKdqhGG-qnqOODoz0oXBDL2ac-IgwZOd8qrTf-KC4rt6ks1ZwTquYmoJg3gdbWGuH9j9lPzk3x3VeEnMpWtZQu7s6rkmwxRDduhXA/w480-h640/wreath.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /></div><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3MVxJjIU0rAPbSzXoHxYfVTzRJ232U8kpw8bdGX5dJ6T7I-IcfGVNoLftMdRn9uqzuTMTr2A4L0Y7IpEn0jytGkQDaY3vz-SZ04Tmp00gitI2bDWXyTfYn7LH5xxznsiXKM4AlQBXcjuyhklDJC2LCAKPLNpesw46twY4VsyTCVnnv6Tg2a-O1Q124g/s640/porch%20valentines.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3MVxJjIU0rAPbSzXoHxYfVTzRJ232U8kpw8bdGX5dJ6T7I-IcfGVNoLftMdRn9uqzuTMTr2A4L0Y7IpEn0jytGkQDaY3vz-SZ04Tmp00gitI2bDWXyTfYn7LH5xxznsiXKM4AlQBXcjuyhklDJC2LCAKPLNpesw46twY4VsyTCVnnv6Tg2a-O1Q124g/w480-h640/porch%20valentines.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now, I lost my Valentines mojo. I just feel sad and I want the whole thing to just go away! </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Not sure I will add the flowers and chocolates. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Today, Steve slipped a little more, celebrating just doesn't feel right anymore.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I hate that feeling also. I want to fight back, to say it's okay, bring some joy into the house. Get excited when the floral truck shows up!!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just don't know how to feel</span></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-21586296572611482612023-02-02T11:46:00.000-08:002023-02-02T11:46:21.022-08:00A short hello<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Just a drop to let you know I am still here. Connie, I have been trying to reach you and Norton will not let me comment, in fact it tried to block me from even visiting. I do not know how to resolve that problem, but I wanted you to know.</span> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://crafty-home-cottage.blogspot.com/2023/01/rearranging-living-room.html">Crafty Home Cottage: Rearranging The Living Room (crafty-home-cottage.blogspot.com)</a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I do plan on getting back on this blogging horse and riding it to the finish </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">line.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ_1AGA6Reb2U2YJN2OJR7nUk09DsJnzUgspM_2eHksM7aJPyoOSpQiP6a456w4ve7VHwh0e2FZm-9xI4Z-vvlvO8R_a7wqPICfA4wQCEul43lziON39SGYLQHXceC0Y33HrcsGEreBWgLRx8Ln5HdEy2yPiU1_aNPvJ-bJmc2G3HbaEcUT4ll1IGzEw/s640/gown%20n%20bonnet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ_1AGA6Reb2U2YJN2OJR7nUk09DsJnzUgspM_2eHksM7aJPyoOSpQiP6a456w4ve7VHwh0e2FZm-9xI4Z-vvlvO8R_a7wqPICfA4wQCEul43lziON39SGYLQHXceC0Y33HrcsGEreBWgLRx8Ln5HdEy2yPiU1_aNPvJ-bJmc2G3HbaEcUT4ll1IGzEw/w480-h640/gown%20n%20bonnet.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I am continuing to make wee care gowns for the hospital </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">babies.</span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6kR1FXpPc1ZIywcVnmXdIbd39hxful_oR1hq1FsE-9Rc2mFBIJM3LfNW4UbedTX25sLc8agcDhS_ReHxBblKeQeIjDBV3NEv8EU1Z8YDQuQDqoTMpORdTKOojBcWOlzQXhthJ_KLeNCyjBSvAUOW4HPuJPgd2lelR-sO980C0iqD43mdHeHyaiih47Q/s640/gown1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6kR1FXpPc1ZIywcVnmXdIbd39hxful_oR1hq1FsE-9Rc2mFBIJM3LfNW4UbedTX25sLc8agcDhS_ReHxBblKeQeIjDBV3NEv8EU1Z8YDQuQDqoTMpORdTKOojBcWOlzQXhthJ_KLeNCyjBSvAUOW4HPuJPgd2lelR-sO980C0iqD43mdHeHyaiih47Q/w480-h640/gown1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">some babies come to earth as A</span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">ngels.</span></span><p></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-28394413564736673722022-12-06T15:35:00.000-08:002022-12-06T15:35:33.397-08:00I miss the little things the most!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxCqvTMCr8RftvULqD1E-BrXP_-9YfFpbp2f9DWzLYtrqNeoHHatB1U1Cii14CrqFiTaxVI7sJfumgMVWMXr4pf54aZ84q-HweYdNsPIo9rWk0ZklHxwJiwJv93-HhTDx5dqUXrS2_AdDfHCb7GjynHKSOans7kPHVUIwOTjFhk8xIx1x9lFG09BQmg/s612/another%20day%20in%20paradise.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="612" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxCqvTMCr8RftvULqD1E-BrXP_-9YfFpbp2f9DWzLYtrqNeoHHatB1U1Cii14CrqFiTaxVI7sJfumgMVWMXr4pf54aZ84q-HweYdNsPIo9rWk0ZklHxwJiwJv93-HhTDx5dqUXrS2_AdDfHCb7GjynHKSOans7kPHVUIwOTjFhk8xIx1x9lFG09BQmg/w640-h426/another%20day%20in%20paradise.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">I am so blessed to be able to live in this part of the country. although today it is all white and will be for a long time to come, is just one more thing that adds to its beauty.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Today, I am Amazon shopping for a coffee table. I brought the big one with me when we moved, and it is way to big for this little house. So, I know what I would like to replace it, the hard part is shopping amazon. There was a time when I would want something, say a coffee table and off we would go. We would search every furniture store and thrift shop. We would spot the one we wanted and yet still keep searching, only to come back and buy the one we wanted.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Today, I tried to show Steve pictures of what I am picking out. I think it will fit the space better, has a glass top so should blend well with the glass end tables I will be keeping. So I will order it, just not the same as shopping would have been, Just a little thing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Monday night football another little/big thing. Yes, we would watch Sunday football and Sunday night football, but, Monday we had set aside as nacho night. Before the game, Steve would swing by our favorite Mexican restaurant for takeout nachos, so Monday night game was munching down on nachos and yesterday being Monday, I really was tempted to order nacho's. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">It's just those little things. </span></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-69641585039129295942022-12-05T12:12:00.000-08:002022-12-05T12:12:37.651-08:00I am doing okay<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyZqJQDleD4stMu203jzBQ7TjZnJq8TMRXI0fJ2AZrAu0SDECnhsmQRF2fV-yHxyaa1kE_PTj6YSEcDiTBF-vUiPULNsfXhnVQt8qBRi77TIfUHA7y9vcbPX7iSUBcQ4zZ0zv35vFY5t0WYzRXZxUZ-m0xe-LqQ60E-_9Qk1Jl9Nq2gqxc0AMbCV2kQ/s600/I'm%20fine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="545" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyZqJQDleD4stMu203jzBQ7TjZnJq8TMRXI0fJ2AZrAu0SDECnhsmQRF2fV-yHxyaa1kE_PTj6YSEcDiTBF-vUiPULNsfXhnVQt8qBRi77TIfUHA7y9vcbPX7iSUBcQ4zZ0zv35vFY5t0WYzRXZxUZ-m0xe-LqQ60E-_9Qk1Jl9Nq2gqxc0AMbCV2kQ/w582-h640/I'm%20fine.jpg" width="582" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Today started as most Mondays, lots of visits from nurses. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">also, a visit from the social worker, wanting me to fill out a form for what might be needed in the way of help in the future.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Since no one knows what the future holds, it was difficult. Questions like "Do you feel comfortable with your situation?" NO! of course not, why would that even be a question.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">The one question, concerning the future did relate to what my thinking has been lately. Over the past 20 years, off and on I have made and donated gowns to the hospital for the wee ones that need extra nursing or for the wee ones that don't make it. No one packs a burial gown! I enjoyed doing that but now, it has taken all a whole new meaning. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Now, it is meaning that I really am helping someone through a horrible time in their lives. So, I do see that I can keep going. I am collecting all I can in the way of material, patterns and even trying my hand once again at crochet. January, I will have no time for any self-pity.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Dementia is horrible, just horrible. The person with dementia, has no clue what is happening, only know that something is not right. some days we swing almost normal, the next day or even hour, that is gone. The person goes into a state of confusion, scared, angry, unable to cope. You, as a caretaker have no choice at that time to do anything.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I was talking with one of the nurses about how this all feels, how you remove yourself from the situation and just do what needs to be done. Probably enough rambling for the day.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I do thank all of you for your prayers, that means the world to me. I know some of you have been through very, very hard heartbreaking times. I do hold on to the fact, you survived! </span></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-31964906565993529142022-12-03T11:39:00.000-08:002022-12-03T11:39:10.590-08:00Going to try as best I can<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVK83-BcSy6D0lfx1SRVzsDq6iPcXpBaQmqDCjKB6O8q8kKJC_1VemRi6sfKaHaxhSjXxRol1Y25eYDB4EqVX2jZI7Jiq0riF4ukd125glZBB-WD8Rg6wgaUMnjm2mVcCG2a6J7Pr_f83YwSeS9PK2LNfJSFCbKH8GdU5ZdpnnSWE7ShSTPVWOS6fJsg/s640/snow2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="661" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVK83-BcSy6D0lfx1SRVzsDq6iPcXpBaQmqDCjKB6O8q8kKJC_1VemRi6sfKaHaxhSjXxRol1Y25eYDB4EqVX2jZI7Jiq0riF4ukd125glZBB-WD8Rg6wgaUMnjm2mVcCG2a6J7Pr_f83YwSeS9PK2LNfJSFCbKH8GdU5ZdpnnSWE7ShSTPVWOS6fJsg/w487-h661/snow2.jpg" width="487" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">The garden is sleeping under a pile of snow. Maybe a bit like life, we all have those times, when it is best to just rest.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">To just let things be as they are. I know the saying of getting the best from life. To enjoy each day as it comes, but that is not always possible. Some day's it is just a matter of making it through that day and hoping tomorrow will be better.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I had hoped to be one of those brave people, that can go through an experience and document every single moment. I am not one of those people. I am one that finds avoidance of the moment. Like this is just not happening,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">So, I will try to do better. I think it will be a good thing. Not something I want to do, but something I think will help me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I am learning new terms like sundowning, learning to deal with sundowning. Trying to remove myself from the situation and just deal with what is happening, from a distance, not from being a person involved.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Connie, I sent an email, I hope you got it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">So much for now. </span></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-73349087358574949612022-10-25T10:40:00.005-07:002022-10-25T10:40:59.860-07:00Much Better<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6hOtaEsJM3yiFbKNpnH9RZ1T_e2sI-M9VKqr7wDhsmnvxNscSsp1CJlQMWx0ta6-PoW4KP-0sre99MxzRtmK9APGbnY7Y7xpZffFeoj9BgKzd8VhO9M4VuXOqq2qtcTubKIaAh5Na2qzpG9syDkyUJUiXcd59tjEmttbNAywOndNtTAYBZDoEVCc-xw/s1440/118051414_3713964565282812_4412345692377412767_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1440" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6hOtaEsJM3yiFbKNpnH9RZ1T_e2sI-M9VKqr7wDhsmnvxNscSsp1CJlQMWx0ta6-PoW4KP-0sre99MxzRtmK9APGbnY7Y7xpZffFeoj9BgKzd8VhO9M4VuXOqq2qtcTubKIaAh5Na2qzpG9syDkyUJUiXcd59tjEmttbNAywOndNtTAYBZDoEVCc-xw/w640-h360/118051414_3713964565282812_4412345692377412767_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Day two of hospice. Yesterday was very busy, with nurses fluffing about. The did manage to get Steve on some new prescriptions that will help with his anxiety.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">They are already working, and we are having a much better day.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If you stubble by my blog and hospice is something you are familiar with, I would love to hear from you. Right now, I just find writing about it a bit better. Plus, they suggested keeping track of how the days go. I am more likely to remember things if I write them down.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Steve has been refusing food, I hope that changes today. So far, he did do his own coffee using the Keurig. Seems to be much calmer, that could also be because no one is poking at him.</span></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-64919931415782659502022-10-24T13:27:00.001-07:002022-10-24T13:27:48.315-07:00Visit Pam at the sunshine cottage<p> <span style="font-size: medium;">Whenever I need to escape, I head over to Pam and her sunshine cottage. Her blog is just one of sheer peace and beauty. I am directed there so many times and I know it is God doing the directing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Her Sunshine cottage is so pretty, yet fun, nothing is taken to serious. I did tell her I do visit from time to time and days like today you will find me there.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I thought I would share just in case you need a spot to visit.</span></p><p><a href="https://everydayliving.me/2022/10/13/autumn-days-in-the-sunshine-cottage/">Autumn Days In The Sunshine Cottage (everydayliving.me)</a></p><p>Her blog is</p><p><a href="https://everydayliving.me/">Everyday Living</a></p><p><br /></p><p>I love this visit to the cottage because it is fall and decorated perfectly.</p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-2291412472711622332022-10-24T11:49:00.000-07:002022-10-24T11:49:31.164-07:00A tired I didn't know was possible<p><span style="font-size: medium;">McGlinns is still taking pictures of our beautiful valley.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rUOCC0woSmtlWsl4C0ZRbh57NIApEZRuV_0WHJSl00R-fQBJXnIksTLLBrA37U9j1QZ937LxWZFUDUvX03s01iwIMeeBrdGbroEtOpAsjXyh7XxyvSpchhxvaK-_hvJ6dMFiQSIU5IEBEWxQnJPZYxGqnfM8Qe9EIYTDknszJvh-Cws6NOPy9i1oDQ/s1440/valley1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rUOCC0woSmtlWsl4C0ZRbh57NIApEZRuV_0WHJSl00R-fQBJXnIksTLLBrA37U9j1QZ937LxWZFUDUvX03s01iwIMeeBrdGbroEtOpAsjXyh7XxyvSpchhxvaK-_hvJ6dMFiQSIU5IEBEWxQnJPZYxGqnfM8Qe9EIYTDknszJvh-Cws6NOPy9i1oDQ/w640-h480/valley1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Mike took this one to show the smoke is finally lifting a bit.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I know it has been a long time since I have written anything. I have lived on hope for so long, it became my reality. Now, they have called in hospice for Steve, and I have anew denial to work through.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I also am tired, very, very tired. It is not like a physical tiredness, which feels so good. This is a deep bone tired I didn't even know was possible. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I am not sure if writing will help me through it, or at least deal with it but it is what I am going to try. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">For now, life is an alternate universe, somewhere between acceptance and denial.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-34669815094577455902022-05-23T08:33:00.000-07:002022-05-23T08:33:23.841-07:00Part two<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The next part of Nana Diana's was to tell 11 things about me.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">That took a bit of thinking on my part because I really do not know anymore.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So, thank you Diana for helping me stop and take a look at who I am.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just love music, symphony to country.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am a romantic</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fascinated by history and love touring old Victorian homes.</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I enjoy making wee care gowns for babies</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ZQqvZuRG3vzFqw62YbW3CfkPB1m5AOMQ7aMnM-UUTs7SQdesXq9d2PyDYC5c1v4_xU_iGMCD3yXJ-v3aznuPbqIxBnG1fu_awshb3aBT1qRFRj2eoMGOOYrrbTKYSTPHgMlMTmx3we0PpvotMm87HZ-ysInjaIK92qqVn6MDbpoUGoDLlgMZdKZ9sA/s960/dress%20abd%20bonnet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="960" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ZQqvZuRG3vzFqw62YbW3CfkPB1m5AOMQ7aMnM-UUTs7SQdesXq9d2PyDYC5c1v4_xU_iGMCD3yXJ-v3aznuPbqIxBnG1fu_awshb3aBT1qRFRj2eoMGOOYrrbTKYSTPHgMlMTmx3we0PpvotMm87HZ-ysInjaIK92qqVn6MDbpoUGoDLlgMZdKZ9sA/s320/dress%20abd%20bonnet.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">and Christmas stockings for those going through </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">chemo</span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK7a96vsV4T8oKXyKa7u1IDqr60xnz5CnTJ7JosTVTIZ_YP00z-oIObOGQbO-mBRyIsHYGM3W38fOPFj0Hq4HnaqYkftgOG21t_H4xJJDUJxsIXwgUtUdQg2XfmjwxivD-OCsYbvkpTIpOGqIH03mHMlc-gHJrEDvYRKELodWVOGhOooyHtOBVMWKCig/s2592/stocking%20hos%20two.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1936" data-original-width="2592" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK7a96vsV4T8oKXyKa7u1IDqr60xnz5CnTJ7JosTVTIZ_YP00z-oIObOGQbO-mBRyIsHYGM3W38fOPFj0Hq4HnaqYkftgOG21t_H4xJJDUJxsIXwgUtUdQg2XfmjwxivD-OCsYbvkpTIpOGqIH03mHMlc-gHJrEDvYRKELodWVOGhOooyHtOBVMWKCig/s320/stocking%20hos%20two.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Follow two amazing gals on you tube and pretend I can also decorate.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Make a just for me coffee drink</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0RPCnFy6NF07Zddauj_Kqx-ZMbUW3cz-51WYwgMeQHE_8cB0oZJKlPkpoRGmptOrHsm3EdO7X-EFN0pxjdEXLLNq2DW_FgzgW_Zu8lojBYjE7kGzOAMOsvc8RVC6vWWLdeM_Gwa-W9Uc7plIbgTUHu69Mz1WegrsnXyMMoJDsr1bezTIQPwpwqvvfg/s640/IMG_0408%20-%20Copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0RPCnFy6NF07Zddauj_Kqx-ZMbUW3cz-51WYwgMeQHE_8cB0oZJKlPkpoRGmptOrHsm3EdO7X-EFN0pxjdEXLLNq2DW_FgzgW_Zu8lojBYjE7kGzOAMOsvc8RVC6vWWLdeM_Gwa-W9Uc7plIbgTUHu69Mz1WegrsnXyMMoJDsr1bezTIQPwpwqvvfg/s320/IMG_0408%20-%20Copy.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Now, that makes the day go amazing.</span><p></p><div><span style="font-size: large;">That about sums it up. I am a pretty simple gal.</span></div>nonie everythingsewinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433431619239575752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279793380719857075.post-86806266282546014732022-05-18T08:00:00.001-07:002022-05-18T08:00:00.165-07:00Meeting the challenge by Nana Diane <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Meeting the challenge from a post made in</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">the blog of</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nana Diana Takes A Break<a href="https://thenanadiana.blogspot.com/">https://thenanadiana.blogspot.com/</a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Really a bit harder than I thought it would be but she said to tell her about me.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Posted some questions, so we could all play along,</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> <span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: x-large;">1. Where do you like to vacation?</span></p><div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template" itemprop="blogPost" itemscope="itemscope" itemtype="http://schema.org/BlogPosting" style="margin: 0px 0px 25px; min-height: 0px; position: relative;"><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-2224125555668617852" itemprop="description articleBody" style="font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 890px;"><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.historichotels.org/us/hotels-resorts/grand-hotel/accommodations.php">Hotel Accommodations in Mackinac Island, Michigan - Grand Hotel (historichotels.org)</a> I have never been there but I sure would love it.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">2. Do you have pets?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Not sure who owns who, this is Drusilla.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHbpWboZSTIFgRKauaC1L08to3BOkoKyK9cGilLkbumKHjjQ4zr4Jo_6SyVL1VIbCHls4nTdoI2AGCVLJQ9EDsRZTehVLkZ63WqaGUdjN4aXqGi7yEl3fSa7xrA3bUY_rXZx6b3JYieoqqRwy4d2CvYvM2ZcXTs_J79JH4Pi0PpPOCZgzntn5zXjFvPA/s640/IMG_0348.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHbpWboZSTIFgRKauaC1L08to3BOkoKyK9cGilLkbumKHjjQ4zr4Jo_6SyVL1VIbCHls4nTdoI2AGCVLJQ9EDsRZTehVLkZ63WqaGUdjN4aXqGi7yEl3fSa7xrA3bUY_rXZx6b3JYieoqqRwy4d2CvYvM2ZcXTs_J79JH4Pi0PpPOCZgzntn5zXjFvPA/s320/IMG_0348.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">3. What is your favorite color?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">That would be red. I love red.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">4. How many are in your family?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">1 sister and two brothers, I have lost my sister and one brother. we have 5 children, that went out and came back with a mate so that upped it to ten. Then they multiplied and we have 11 grandchildren that have given us 7 greatgrandchildren. wow!</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">5. What is your least favorite thing to do?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Drive, hate it.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">6. What is your most favorite thing to do?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">sew, love to create </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">7. If money were no object what would you like to do when you retire?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I am retired, and boating is my thing.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">8. What is your favorite season?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">summer</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">9. What book are you currently reading?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Sugar camp quilt, by Jennifer Chiaverini</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">10. What time do you go to bed, get up in the morning?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">that is an interesting question because I have been going to bed at hubby time which is nine. I can not fall asleep, so why am I going to bed? Drusilla lets me sleep til 6am.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">11. How long have you been blogging?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">On and off for a few years, I think about six years?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The second half of this is to tell 11 things about me. 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