I’ve fallen behind in my reading. Hate that. So many blogs, so little time. Just know that if you haven’t heard from me lately, I’m still reading, I still love you…just behind.
Part of it is due to the daily excursions I make to the local college campus. I have a deal with Zach. I take him, drop him off, and pick him up and he makes it to class. We’re working on helping each other through a difficult time.
Most of the time, I do the grocery shopping and run errands while I’m waiting. I also work on any portable projects I have in progress. Today I finished a doily I was crocheting and ripped back a few rows on a knitted head band in search of a missing yarn over. It’s amazing what you can accomplish in a parking lot!
I really need to up the data plan on my I-phone…then I could read in the parking lot. Soon.
There’s a new piece for sale in my Etsy shop. Here’s my shameless self-promotion for the day. Picture first.
Etsy shop is here.
Now I will hide my blushing cheeks and pretend I didn’t just do that.
This afternoon I wandered up to the barn to swing for a bit. Thank goodness for workout gloves. No rope burns!
It is so peaceful there. I can see the house and a small portion of the road. I can hear the birds. The night creatures were just beginning to sing. There are spots of green appearing in the field. It’s a little hard to see those spots with the pasture in such desperate need of a good mow. There are many broken limbs and branches as well. The storm earlier in the year that knocked the power out for 4 days did some serious damage. It will take a long time to clear it. There are already piles of wood and twigs and branches in various spots around the yard waiting to be fed into the fire pit.
I’ve digressed from the swing.
It makes me smile. I’m only swinging for short periods as it hurts my shoulders and knees and sometimes, if I’m sitting just right, it stresses a nerve in my leg. But short and sweet is way better than nothing at all.
I’m still determined to build another one closer to the house. Perhaps one day I will have a grandchild to push. We will giggle and see who can go higher. Then we can plant pansies and have ice cream and eat mashed potatoes with cheese and bacon. And she will love German chocolate cake for Christmas just as Zach and I do. We’ll swim and splash in the pool and play badminton.
We’ll shop. Pink pinafores and purple high tops will share space in our shopping bags with bright green tutus and lace trimmed socks.
But always, we will return to the swing.
As I dream of a granddaughter I have only one hope. I hope that soon there will be no nay votes on legislation that protects women’s rights, gay rights, human rights. The past few days Arkansas’ representatives have failed dismally along with others from around the country. It is a travesty to vote a personal agenda and ignore the rights of others.
Let’s move forward.