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November 13, 2014
There is not a lot going on around here. Organizing a few things and doing some Christmas shopping. Tom is getting better everyday and after what seems like forever he is scheduled for his second procedure tomorrow. If you are reading this and you are someone who believes in prayer, as we do, we would appreciate a prayer or two that everything goes well.
So to explain tonight's first picture. One of things I enjoy doing is crocheting. I am not one to just sit and watch television or just sit outside in the sun, though I do enjoy the sun thing, so a lot of times I am crocheting. Anyway, back to the picture below it is a shawl that morphed into a large triangular wrap. Over the last seven years I have made at least 25 afghans, 30 plus hats, several baby sleep sacks, and couple of shawls. Lets just say there is always left over yarn. If you are a knitter or a crocheter you know how you have trouble, well at least I have trouble, throwing out the left over yarn so it accumulates in bags. If you sew it is just like all those scrapes of material that you have saved. Again, at least that I have saved over the years. I read a saying once...she who dies with the most material wins...and for a while I was in the running, Though, since we have been getting rid of stuff my chances of winning have dwindled to just about zero. So again back to the picture. This was made with all that leftover yarn and it will be keeping me warm when I am sitting out watching the sunrise in the desert. Our granddaughter, Charlotte, was over and she was picking out different yarns she recognized from her afghans and other yarns she remembered from things I have made. So as I am wrapped up all warm and cozy I will be remembering mostly the afghans I have made our grandchildren and I will be thinking of them all snugly and warm.
Yesterday, Sunday, we took a ride down to Oconto, WI to pick up our granddaughter who had spent the weekend with her Father. (It is a half-way point.) It was a grey day and Lake Michigan was smooth like glass...grey glass.
Tonight's sunset turned the clouds a lovely pink. (Yes, that is white stuff on the ground. For those of you lucky enough to be in warmer places it is called snow...lol) There is something hopeful about a pink sky. A promise of a better day and not just weather wise.
|Looking out our front door across the highway. The high school is in the|
distance and the church is Central Methodist.
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