Thursday, December 31, 2009

Monday, December 28, 2009

I resolve to be irresolute

New Year's resolutions are not very interesting, except to the person who is making them.  So if you don't want to read any further I'll understand.
After about a second's thought mine are going to be:  Try to be a better friend. Try to be more understanding of others.  Realize that there are some things (people) that are not going to change.  Implement my plan for me.  Spend more time with my kids & grandkids.  Learn something new each day. Move on.  Enjoy at least one small thing each day.  Some of these are feasable, some not so much, but trying is the important thing, right? 
If you've read this far I want to wish you a New Year full of wonder & joy! 

Monday, December 21, 2009

Thursday, December 17, 2009

These boots are made for stomping!

My theory is: If your going to be a muck shoveling puddle stomper you should do it with a pair of boots your Gran painted for you, and Laughter. Hope your enjoying them Miss J. As soon as I get my pair finished we are going on a puddle stomping holiday...





Sunday, December 13, 2009

a forever flannel Granny

Christmas time is here and I'm not ready, again. The tree is up with lights, no ornaments. Wreath has been hung on the front door, without bells. Gus is wearing his Christmas kerchief, oh, there it goes, guess he wasn't into it after all. Chicken castle is finished, but they won't roost in it, preferring the branches of their tree. If it gets any colder we'll have Chick on a Stick for Christmas.
I did manage to re-grout the entire firebox of the fireplace today, so maybe a warming fire as soon as it cures. The emergency, err, Christmas candles are lit.
The spirit has not come over me, yet. I'm trying to make all the presents, but only have them half finished. Have you ever tried to knit and sew at the same time?
Things are so very expensive, and all the commercialism is depressing. Then Himself says that they are going to be laid off work the last two weeks of the year, possibly longer. Come on spirit I need you now. What are the words to that song, aah yes, "sounds like life to me"!
What I really wanted to tell you about was my flannel Granny. I have such great memories of my Granny. She introduced me to Shakespearean theater, the train, the mountain cabin, books, milk cows, books, mules, and the opera in SF.
Every Christmas she got each of us grand kids a pair of flannel jammies. They were homemade when we were little, and always of the best flannel to be had. As we got older they were often store bought but still of that wonderfully thick material. We weren't always appreciative of our flannel jammies, mostly because we knew what was in our boxes on Christmas Day. No surprises there. But the thing is, out of all the presents we have gotten over the years, Granny's flannel jammie presents, are the ones that we all remember. Even after all this time, get the cousins together and the flannel jammies from Granny stories are sure to come up, with laughter to follow. Thanks Granny, miss you, love you, flannel forever.