Getting ready for this:
It seems to be just around the corner and FINALLY this morning we awaken to sunshine and no snow. Summer is really going to come.
I was beginning to wonder if the entire global warming thing, was a big hoax.
I came upon a set of "Book of Knowledge" books, I remember these being in my school classroom as a youngster and picked them up just to handle and hug.
Then decided to bring them home and deconstruct them for the delightful pictures and drawings.
I hesitated on the 'deconstruction' portion of this thought, but realized I don't have room for the entire ten volumes and so the best pages will live on - in altered "found paper" journals and such - to be enjoyed by the next generation.
I do believe the entire set would have landed in the local dump so I console myself, that I at least saved some of the great pages.
(BTW: there is a section in here about the prospect of global warming and the affects on the environment in just fifty years - well, it is fifty years later and miraculously we are still here - just saying.)
Currently I am fiddling with the found papers journals.
I so enjoy old paper.
These have been just delightful to make.
Last year at The Farm Chicks show I bought a raggedy remnant of wall paper.
It is so yum on some of the covers.
Then of course, I have the 'waste not - want not' thing always going on in my head and have now accumulated a box of this:
Yes, I like just having the box of scarps.
I've have been making those scrap paper garlands with them.
And enjoyed the packaging of them.
Remember that letter set? Oh, so vintage - so fun.
In the meantime, my life has more than the magic room.
We are putting our Honda up for sale.
I am emotional.
"Don't love anything that can't love you back."
I KNOW.
But this was my folks car before it was mine.
It has been such a good car.
Cleaning it up and getting it ready to sale.
I found I had a lump in my throat.
Feels like I am putting an old friend up for sale.
Good-bye old friend.....
And.
Also.
We document bruises and other such wounds, at our house.
Sounds a bit sick, I know.
But oh, I have such a great one.
I think I win 'the biggest bruise' medal....so far.
I do hope it is the life time winner.
I had fallen and couldn't get up.
Isn't it great?
Thank goodness it looks much worse than it feels.
Th swollen knee is the most painful.
But heck, the bruise is the best sympathy getter.
And, yes, it goes all the way down the leg...oh goodness.
My Dad...my silly silly Dad...loved when his wounds would show a big bruise like this.
"Self pity is better than no pity at all" he'd say.
I am a one knee prayer giver of late.
But continue to pray.
Prayers of gratitude, mostly.
This beautiful world.
Family.
Health.
A dear husband that brings great joy to each and every day.
Because I feel so blessed, I pray to lend a hand and heart to those around me that have hurt, not just bruised knees, but bruised hearts and souls, folks short on opportunity - long on difficulty.
Of late I have been busy doing that - also.
Happily busy.