With all that’s going on in the world and in my life, I needed to get back to one of my favorite stress relievers…crocheting. I’ve decided to start selling some of my creations. I’ve opened up a Tedoo shop and listed some things but haven’t made a sale yet. It’s ok, I only just started listing items this week. Here are a few of the things I have made and listed.
Today I stood up to a bully and I’m so darned proud of myself.
That’s it.
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I do…
I hope…
This week has been rough…
I pray…
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the land.
Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be satisfied.
Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the clean in heart,
for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called children of God.
Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
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So, you’ve moved on and life is back to normal. Good for you.
I am still grieving. In my own way. We are not the same and, therefore, do not grieve the same. I’m happy you have moved through all the stages of grief and are doing well. I have not and you can’t tell me where I should be or how I should honor the memory of the people I have lost.
Have you checked to see how other grievers are doing? Have you responded to messages they have sent checking on YOU? No? Well, that says a LOT about you!
Don’t tell me not to post “happy heavenly birthday” or “happy (name a holiday) in heaven”. This is how I keep my happy memories alive. I’m going to go and remember the happy memories. I wish one of you could remember with me. But you have moved on.
My mind is a garden, tender and wide,
where bright blooms flourish when given the sky.
But shadows creep in, with thorn and with weed,
draining the roots of the light that I need.
I’ve learned to be gentle, yet firm with my ground,
to pull up the voices that drag spirits down.
The ones who bring poison, resentment, and spite,
I lay at the gate, and I turn toward the light.
For peace is a harvest, not gathered by chance,
but grown when we guard what deserves to advance.
In silence and sunlight, the soul can repair—
once freed from the weight of a toxic despair.
So I tend to my garden with patience and care,
inviting in kindness, refusing what tears.
For preserving my spirit means learning to see:
Not all who approach are meant to grow with me.
*** I haven’t been online much, unless I’ve been working on things. I haven’t been in the mood or in the correct space to share my thoughts and feelings. The past 4 months have been a challenge and continue to wear me down. However, I have decided to weed my garden of negativity and poison, and plant beauty, kindness, and love in their place.
Grief sucks. Grief brings out the best and the worst in us. I choose to turn my grief into positive memories. It will take a while, but I’m determined to remember to be kind and not let other’s actions and words ruin my happy memories.
Miss you Mom and Dad.
Wishing all the fathers and father-figures a very happy Father’s Day. I hope your people celebrate you today and every day.
My dad passed away peacefully about 25 days ago. I am going to miss him, especially on his birthday and Father’s Day.
I was going to post “happy heavenly Father’s Day” on Facebook but I recently had someone make nasty comments about people who write those things. Normally I would say something like “let people mourn the way they mourn” but with all the hatred and animosity going on in this world right now, I don’t want to add to it. So, I will mourn the way I want to mourn. I just won’t share my thoughts and feelings with people who don’t treat others with kindness.
Miss you, Dad.
Down here on the SW Florida coast, there is a cold, virus…crud going around. Mike came home with it two Friday’s ago. Two days later, I started with it. It was weird. The symptoms were exactly the same for us both, just two days difference.
They were:
I started with it on Sunday. I spent Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday in bed. No appetite. On Wednesday, I saw the doctor and he put me on antibiotics. Thursday, Friday, Saturday showed much improvement. It is now Sunday and I am feeling a lot better. We both still have the cough but that will go away soon, I hope.
I am susceptible to bronchitis and pneumonia, so I was lucky this time. This all started with someone coughing all over him at work.
Things I ask, without infringing upon your “freedoms”:
Good luck out there.
Thanks for reading.
In the hush of dawn, where the robins sing,
I hear her hum—a quiet, joyful thing.
A thread of song spun from kitchen light,
She made the world feel soft, and right.
She walked with wonder through the trees,
Studied deer tracks, whispered to the breeze.
A cardinal perched, she’d smile and say,
“Nature’s blessing us again today.”
She loved her Richard, hand in hand,
Built a life both strong and grand.
Her children grown, with love she’d sew
New stitches into hearts she’d know.
Grandkids, great-grandkids—each one dear,
She held them close, kept memories near.
And in her bag, so oft unseen,
That little yellow notebook queen
Would jot a thought, a joke, a list—
The smallest details never missed.
She knitted warmth, she stitched delight,
With tiny chairs tucked in just right.
A dollhouse world within her care,
Where love was nestled everywhere.
And oh, the songs! The kitchen tunes—
About lost keys and spoons and moons.
I laugh, remembering the silly flair—
A melody made from thinning hair.
Camping nights with stars above,
We farted loud, then laughed with love.
A bond unique, just hers and mine,
Our secret joy, our shared sunshine.
I miss her voice, her gentle hands,
The way she’d always understand.
But in the birdcall, breeze, and sky,
She’s with me still—and nearby.
So here’s to her, forever seen—
My heart’s own yellow notebook queen.
–Today is my Mom’s birthday. I miss her!
Today, after indulging in some candy to see how it would affect my glucose count, my CGM (I shall call her Lingy) got bossy and told me I had to do 20 squats! What a bossy pants. I moved into a corner near my desk and completed all 20 squats. Kind of proud of myself!
So, my Lingo CGM (continuous glucose monitor) arrived. I prepped my arm and placed the sensor. It did not hurt at all. I did, however, bleed like a harpooned whale.
So far, my levels have been between 76 and 110. I can’t wait to see how it goes tomorrow. Here is a photo of the sensor showing the needle.
This {_______} life 