In the dusk of evening the music begins
With the twilight song of the birds
Most likely a robin with a beautiful song
Singing praises to the world for day well spent.
As the sun descends further the frogs join in
Each calling for a mate to come and join him.
Those are the sounds that lull us to sleep,
My sweetheart and I.
The peace of the world settles in at last
And waits for the sunrise to bring forth a new day.
The morning awakens us with the song of a dove, a sparrow,
the chickadee too, and finches and towhees adding their tune
The robin once more praises a new day with her song on high,
Get up, wake up, there is much to do, come greet the morning
Be glad, for this grand new day is waiting for us,
My amazing guy, my best friend, my love and I.
It has been an interesting year. Beginning in January of 2013 my web host upgraded their platform. Suddenly I had no email address and my website disappeared. It was one of those things I only discovered much later when I realized I couldn’t possibly have offended everyone. Unbeknownst to us, life was about to come barreling at us, dropping bombs and chocolates along the way.
In short the big hurdles (scares) were taken care of, nursed back to health, the garden was planted too late and yielded mini, not large, and very scarce delicious veggies (not enough).
We faced down Sweet Hubs being diagnosed with cancer, it being a long recovery, but he is now free of cancer. I learned to live with celiac disease.
The sun began to shine, we began to heal, we spent lots of time with our fab family and added a new son-in-law. You really appreciate everything more when you have survived the bumps along the way.
Three weeks ago I bravely waded into untangling missing accounts. As you can see, it all got sorted out.
I missed you and hope you all had a really great spring and summer and avoided having to dodge the bumps and hurdles life sometimes throws your way.
Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much olderwoman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bagsweren’t good for the environment.The woman apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this ‘green thing’back in my earlier days.”The young clerk responded, “That’s our problem today Your generation didnot care enough to save our environment for future generations.”She was right — our generation didn’t have the ‘green thing’ in its day.Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to thestore. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized andrefilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they reallywere recycled.But we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused fornumerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the useof brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks. This was to ensurethat public property, (the books provided for our use by the school) was notdefaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books onthe brown paper bags.But too bad we didn’t do the “green thing” back then.(There was almost no plastic, our bread came wrapped in waxed paper, which were opened up, cut in squares and used to wrap our sandwiches.And also to keep the irons gliding smoothly over the damp, starched fabric of our clothes)We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store andoffice building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.But she was right. We didn’t have the “green thing” in our day.Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throwawaykind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burningup 220 volts — wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in ourearly days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters,not always brand-new clothing.But that young lady is right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back in ourday.Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room.And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?),not a screen the size of the state of Montana . In the kitchen, we blendedand stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to doeverything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, weused wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubblewrap. Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cutthe lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised byworking so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills thatoperate on electricity.But she’s right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or aplastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing penswith ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in arazor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade gotdull.But we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes toschool or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi servicein the family’s $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did beforethe “green thing.” We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entirebank of sockets to power a dozen appliances.And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed fromsatellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burgerjoint.But isn’t it sad that the current generation laments how wasteful we old folkswere just because we didn’t have the “green thing” back then?Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson inconservation from a smartass young person…We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to pissus off…especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smartass who can’tmake change without the cash register telling them how much.
The end !There is so much truth to this, but I for one applaud having a cell phone, permanent press clothes out of the dryer and I love my computer. I do think we could make this a better world if we embraced the ways we each can recycle and keep junk out of the landfill and keep people slimmer and healthier with all the walking. However walking to work wouldn’t be good, unless I lived much closer.So with thanks to an unknown writer and apologies for not being able to credit the right person, I hope you enjoy this and it brings back memories if you are one of the older among us. If you are one of the younger among us, perhaps you can learn something from history, or your elders and stop rolling your eyes, really it worked.Cheers,Shez
One thing I love to do is make doll patterns and dolls. It suddenly dawned on me that fox girl had not received her doll. I know she is more an animal person than a doll person and she has dozens of dolls, whole collections of Bratz, Barbies, Monster High, Disney Princes, all in multiple sizes plus lots of Polly Pockets, and miniature dolls that go with bugs and animals of all sizes. The one thing she didn’t need was yet another doll. But on the other hand she couldn’t be the only one of my girls not to have a soft, handmade doll. After the panic to get the fox dress done, nothing would do but I would burn the midnight oil to made a doll for her.
Since she had spent hours sitting in my lap “helping” and watching while I did all the drawings for my book, I thought it was time Lexi came to life. It was a huge gamble that she wouldn’t care, but for me I love to make dolls and this was a great excuse to make another one.
So I dug out my pattern, the fabric and I was off and running. Sweet Hubs was just shaking his head in disbelief that I would take on such a project with so little time available and I only had ten days to do it. That is ten days that were all fill to overflowing with work, housework, decorating, cookie making parties, dinners, guests, etc. Oh and let’s not forget a daily photo blog commitment plus and occasional post here and wanting to keep up with all of your blogs.
Unfortunately, I didn’t even think about taking many progress photos. So you will see in the next photo that I did get the parts cut, sewn, stuffed and mostly together.
And she needed a bit more stuffing before the head was attached.
The next three steps are to add her face and give her a haircut and make underwear before the next photo.
Here is Lexi waiting for her new clothes.
Now to make a dress and shoes for her. If only I had been able to take Monday off work, but I couldn’t and I realized that Lexi would likely not have shoes.
No shoes but a dress just like the girl’s dress. And in case you are wondering, while managing to applique a fox on a child’s dress was time-consuming and tedious, the smaller the applique the harder they are to do. To say this doll dress took hours would be accurate.
Wish I could tell you that my granddaughter loved it all, but that would be stretching the truth. Oh, she was sweet and gracious and would never hurt my feelings intentionally. She did not like the denim because it was shiny with silver threads, she doesn’t like dolls nearly as much a foxes. She knows it’s special, but I could tell it’s not really her thing, now. I had a ton of fun making it. Maybe she’ll let me borrow it.
Little Granddaughter’s pajamas just happened to coordinate with Lexi’s new dress. The new black boots were too small.
My Christmas present was a NEW SEWING & EMBROIDERY machine!!! So some new clothes for Lexi was a great way to try it out. It’s my first computerized sewing machine and it takes a bit of a learning curve, but I LOVE it!! No excuses now not to get some projects finished up.
Wishing you all a very Happy New Year. Thank you dear friends for sharing yourselves with me through this past year. It is wonderful to have friends all over the world.
Cheers to new friendships,
The following is from Darrell Scott whose beautiful daughter was killed at Columbine. This truly are words to take to heart, from a man who is being rational. Please do take the time to read this and re-blog it everywhere.
I copied this from Facebook. I will attempt to attach the url at the bottom of the page, so you can read it and see the photo of his beautiful daughter from the original source.
Word’s from a Father who lost his daughter in COLUMBINE 12 YEARS AGO!!
Guess our national leaders didn’t expect this. On Thursday, Darrell Scott, the father of Rachel Scott, a victim of the Columbine High School shootings in Littleton, Colorado, was invited to address the House Judiciary Committee’s subcommittee. What he said to our national leaders during this special session of Congress was painfully truthful.
They were not prepared for what he was to say, nor was it received well. It needs to be heard by every parent, every teacher, every politician, every sociologist, every psychologist, and every so-called expert! These courageous words spoken by Darrell Scott are powerful, penetrating, and deeply personal. There is no doubt that God sent this man as a voice crying in the wilderness.. The following is a portion of the transcript:
“Since the dawn of creation there has been both good & evil in the hearts of men and women. We all contain the seeds of kindness or the seeds of violence. The death of my wonderful daughter, Rachel Joy Scott, and the deaths of that heroic teacher, and the other eleven children who died must not be in vain. Their blood cries out for answers.”
“The first recorded act of violence was when Cain slew his brother Abel out in the field. The villain was not the club he used.. Neither was it the NCA, the National Club Association. The true killer was Cain, and the reason for the murder could only be found in Cain’s heart.”
“In the days that followed the Columbine tragedy, I was amazed at how quickly fingers began to be pointed at groups such as the NRA. I am not a member of the NRA. I am not a hunter. I do not even own a gun. I am not here to represent or defend the NRA – because I don’t believe that they are responsible for my daughter’s death. Therefore I do not believe that they need to be defended. If I believed they had anything to do with Rachel’s murder I would be their strongest opponent.”
“I am here today to declare that Columbine was not just a tragedy, it was a spiritual event that should be forcing us to look at where the real blame lies! Much of the blame lies here in this room. Much of the blame lies behind the pointing fingers of the accusers themselves. I wrote a poem just four nights ago that expresses my feelings best.”
Your laws ignore our deepest needs,
Your words are empty air.
You’ve stripped away our heritage,
You’ve outlawed simple prayer.
Now gunshots fill our classrooms,
And precious children die.
You seek for answers everywhere,
And ask the question “Why?”
You regulate restrictive laws,
Through legislative creed.
And yet you fail to understand,
That God is what we need!
“Men and women are three-part beings. We all consist of body, mind, and spirit. When we refuse to acknowledge a third part of our make-up, we create a void that allows evil, prejudice, and hatred to rush in and wreak havoc. Spiritual presences were present within our educational systems for most of our nation’s history. Many of our major colleges began as theological seminaries. This is a historical fact. What has happened to us as a nation? We have refused to honor God, and in so doing, we open the doors to hatred and violence. And when something as terrible as Columbine’s tragedy occurs — politicians immediately look for a scapegoat such as the NRA. They immediately seek to pass more restrictive laws that contribute to erode away our personal and private liberties. We do not need more restrictive laws. Eric and Dylan would not have been stopped by metal detectors. No amount of gun laws can stop someone who spends months planning this type of massacre. The real villain lies within our own hearts.”
“As my son Craig lay under that table in the school library and saw his two friends murdered before his very eyes, he did not hesitate to pray in school. I defy any law or politician to deny him that right! I challenge every young person in America , and around the world, to realize that on April 20, 1999, at Columbine High School prayer was brought back to our schools. Do not let the many prayers offered by those students be in vain. Dare to move into the new millennium with a sacred disregard for legislation that violates your God-given right to communicate with Him. To those of you who would point your finger at the NRA — I give to you a sincere challenge.. Dare to examine your own heart before casting the first stone! My daughter’s death will not be in vain! The young people of this country will not allow that to happen!”
- Darrell Scott
Do what the media did not – - let the nation hear this man’s speech. Please send this out to everyone you can!!!
Thank you so much,