I find myself thinking about my mother often. I guess I am subconsciously noticing the images around me. It feels like I'm the only one without a mom. It is so strange. Things come up and I want to talk to her about them just as I use to. It is hard for me to put into words the part of me that misses her. I only realize it's mother's day when my children send/give me a card. Presents are nice, but memories are better. When do your children realize that?
When I moved far away, every year I travelled back to see Mom and daddy. Even now, every year I go back and see daddy, he's 93 in July. So far he hasn't gotten stronger, so he's in a nursing home and that's a bummer for both of us. I am unable to call him every night as I had done when he moved to the residential care apartment.
I attended the sewing guild meeting. I made another (tie) bag and they loved it so much they want me to teach it. What a thrill. I am in a July Santa swap so as soon as I receive the materials, I have to get busy on that one. I still have Muggins, the Sky Dragon, to make.
I see that almost everyone is beginning Spring. Some of you had such a horrendous winter. I remember winters like that every year I lived in IL. Not a happy time.
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