Thursday, March 31, 2011


but adorable.

I have no idea how or why they decided to wrap Bekah's hair around a hanger!

Cabin fever must be setting in.

It snowed, again, yesterday. It was a beautiful wet snow of fat fluffy flakes- which we rarely get- we tend to have the powder sugar variety that's so dry it sqeaks when you walk on it. But when the children saw snow, their little shoulders slumped, heaving big sighs. I am still wearing my coat and scarf around the house and sleeping under five quilts. I can tell you, rolling over is a chore with that many quilts- but what's a girl to do? By morning I'm usually toasty warm, and that makes it getting out of bed a chore. I'll heave my own sigh, now. I'll try to store these moments away when the summer heat keeps me awake at night. And for now I'll daydream about going around barefoot, sitting on my swing and crocheting, my arms bare. I'll feel so light, won't I?

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Pretty Cool, huh? John and Bekah made this amazing little lighthouse for me while I was sick. Who wouldn't feel better seeing how ingenius and creative her children are? It really is an engineering wonder. They duplicated my favorite lighthouse- West Quoddy in the Bay of Fundy- even down to the little house next to it. Bekah collected some rocks from the driveway and washed and dried them all carefully so that the glue would hold them down to the cardboard. The lighthouse is made from cardboard- carefully wrapped in paper they had colored the red stripes on- and foam- the light is encased with the plastic from a 2-liter bottle. Such imagination! I couldn't even begin to guess how the light is rigged up- I think a flashlight bulb with some kind of battery in the lighthouse tower- you just have to touch the two wires on top of the pole together and voila! light! They are always surprising me. And you should have seen their faces- they were so excited about it- knowing how much I love this particular lighthouse!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Officially Spring...

Of course, we don't actually believe it-usually snows even in April. But there are warm days- and not so warm days. Which certainly makes one appreciate the ones that are warm. Does that make any sense? I am sure I could make that sentence more concise if I were so inclined. Can't say that I am. Now aren't I just the little rebel? Cabin fever. Yeah, I'll blame it on that. Nothing to do with me just being bratty.

Aren't my Spring blooms pretty? Jonquils and lilacs. Two of my favorites. (Of course, I would be hard pressed to say which flower would not be one of my favorite.... I guess gladiolas- 'cause my Aunt Karen always said they reminded her of funerals. I've never seen them grown here, anyway- too windy.) This wreath has been the sum total of my creativity- and yet I am feeling pretty proud of myself. I have been wanting one for some time- they always cheer me up but, wow, can they be expensive- if you want a pretty one. The cheapest I could find was $25 and only had half the flowers I used. Mine came to a grand total of $12- grapevine wreath included. With leftover flowers and greenery to boot. The ribbon was one I already had- from a gift basket sent by my Aunt Isobel. You know, I have some pretty spectacular aunts. She and Aunt Patsy got me a Kindle- all for being sick. That almost made it worth it. Maybe more than almost. I figure I have read nearly a dozen books in the one week that I have had it.

My little sickness is an infection in my mastoid. It's the bone behind the ear. Kinda wraps up and around it. How this happens or how long it takes to happen... or more importantly, how long it takes to get rid of the infection- I have no idea. This is my fifth week on antibiotics. Some so strong that my skin is coming off in big sheets. TMI? And ya know what? The ache is still there. Not as bad as it once was, so in this, I am extremely grateful. Maybe, just maybe, my body's immunities will kick in and I'll be... free. Well, one has to have hope. As an insulin-dependant diabetic, it is more of a challenge. But I have been so very good with my control that honestly, there is nothing more that I can do. It's in God's hands, as everything is, and I know that I am learning a lot from this- otherwise, what would be the point?

I did try to sew a few weeks ago- my arms shook and I broke out into a sweat. And bugger it all, the block came out too large. I copied the directions down wrong- 1/2" is NOT the same as 1/4". No way, no how. Ah well. A block for my nubbin box.

Hope everyone is enjoying a touch of Spring. So sorry Darcie! You will get yours, eventually. You are always warm in my thoughts!