Week end in review

Early Friday morning I awoke to this...

Once They were all off, no lunches made.
I took some pain killer for my implant and set out to garden.
The sky was a serenity that embraced my diligent wherry bones.
I found myself really enjoying the time.

Mushrooms have come on their own.
Not edible but very cute!

This fellow (Fred) joined me in my garden.
He is an old and worn friend.
The dogs however...

Flanked my chair!

The Lab was telling him the 'what for' talking at him then looking up at me as if to say "don't you see that guy in the garden ?"

My sweet golden came over to nudge my arm and say listen to the Lab he is showing you someone is in the garden.
The funny Lab just woowufwoogruffed at it.
then would nudge me and point at him.

I had a nice long visit with Denise "shorty bear" on the phone.

I did chores, Daddy man brought in Taco Bell to treat us.
Being in a bit of a funk I was almost going to blow off the girls night out. Mr U. STRONGLY encouraged me to go play. I came up with every excuses in the book. He confronted me saying..
"Your isolating aren't you?"..
Oh! man cant get away with it (that's what happens when your loved) I got ready at the last moment and called to get the location. I had a nice drive. The evening with two good friend was a nice break. They and I were not as able to visit due to the programming of the event but it was fun. They asked for folk to come up and sing silly songs. I did! I went up and sang a crazy.."Jingle bells Bat Man smells Robin laid an egg... and a On top of spaghetti all covered with cheese ...I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed. It was fun to see all the audience join in and finish out the course. I enjoyed myself and coming up to the power within me to lead. I sorta forced myself to overcome the timidity.
I came home and held Dove for a good 45 minutes and just enjoyed her chatter and she shared some sweet things about her journey and daily doings.
Saturday Morning
After feeding all the life that depend on me, it was still early when I left for my meeting.

Arriving home afterward I had but 25 minutes to make a pic nick lunch and three sheets or scrap book pages. We gave a page to each of the Ladies who were now out of a job. These are the women who helped so many of us to become forever families. The economy has hit the international adoption industry. The agency had to close down our local office. Three amazing women now unemployed with families of their own.

The long line to say farewell was a hard thing for the kids to do.
Dash Hawk regressed and became ill to his tummy.
Our sweet friends had to leave and without their (the kids) little buddy to play with the fun came crashing to an end.

The children were so board while we stood in the second line.
Not too happy.
Dash had to be in Daddy Mans arms.
Poor Daddy has sore arms from it.

We left shortly after and hung out at home.
The day was cozy and the children hung close by we all had down time.
We watched T.V. , rested
In the evening we set up the old movie projector.

My sister mailed me the old 8mm movies she had in her possession. The year range was form 1957 through 1972. My youth. I had never watched these and so it was rather emotional.
I was moved by what I saw. The tell tell images of confirmation and full of Oh..."it is no wonders".

I am still a bit sad from them.
I saw my childhood image in all there may only have been around 10 minutes in all of the hours and hours of film. Much of it was from before my time as my step dads kids. Those were years before they married Out of some 50 tapes only maybe 10 were in our year range (those that are just to the right of the projector). Most of the tapes were black in the center and so only a few images were visible.
I witnessed the deterioration of my Mother.
When they first married she was happy and vibrant, but year by year she grew sullen and heavy. Hurt filled her eyes where in the very early years there was a bit of a smile.
My step dad was a very violent man who had late stage syphilis untreated from all those years out to sea as a merchant marine. So many ports. It was the death of my Mothers joy when in those days they made her go to the health department where they formally told her and she had to be tested and treated. It just humiliated her so badly.
I saw the transition of it as he had retired and she had begun to destruct herself and her life.
I saw my sister grow up and harden and my brothers who became absent. So many hurtful remembrances.
I do however feel grateful to have been able to witness and see my own childhood for the first time some 40 years after the fact.
I just found myself quiet most of the evening.
Sunday Morning
Home and quiet.
In the garden I set the sprinkler on timer and came in to blog.
The bad news was my photo bucket was full on Google!
Blogger was not allowing any downloads. Well my blog is all about photographs of life.
Beloved worked on it for hours as I finished my beading and carding goal.

We had a simple lunch and then wen to go check on the tailor.
We have drug our heals so long on this project!
I think non of us want to sell it.
We just can not or choose not to go into debt to get a rig that can haul it.
We are all a bit broken heart ed.
Once it is should we will save a almost $700. a year in registration, insurance and storage lot fees.
It is our goal to be following our quest for an emergency fund. Then to continue on the financial program we are following by Dave Ramsey.
This will set us far in that goal as much as it hurt.

I love our Coleman fleet wood West lake. It sleeps eight.
This is my cabin in the woods. free from worry while I am away in the city.
We have to let it go...We choose to let it go.
All of us pain at the idea and necessity of it. Our four runner can not pull it well and it is a very old rig. We are not going into debt to buy a newer truck. So we will be letting it go. Of course this has been a torture because we get to this point and have not followed through so many many times. We must follow through!

Dash wanted to help Daddy with the dung duty, mowing and lawn care. He shut his hand in the gate, then could not move the trash barrel and just cried and was VERY frustrated. He just lost it when Daddy had to send him inside due to his asthma.
A wise Daddy latter set up this freezer box and gave Dash a big dowel and told him to have it out and just hit it. Daddy drew a face on it. I told him to give it words. So while I was in the coop Dash bellowed out...
"I hate having asthma!
I hate wearing hearing aides
I am angry!"

Laughter pursued him as he vented more and more.
Then sissy got in the act and had her turn.
It lost it's glory when the box kept falling down...
That and Dash just wore himself out.

I worked on lay outs after I put all the gold stuff away.
I set out the silver for the summer and winter color range.
I played with color and did a lot of lay out designs for assembly.

I will add all the head and eye pins at the same time.
Work assembly style to make your time more efficient.
That is often how I accomplish things.
I learn how the professionals might do it.
Time is money to them.
I find getting out one thing at a time makes sence. I worked with the glass then the plastics and tomorrow I will break out some stones.

Dash and I had some one on one time and then Dove joined me while Dash gave over the turn. She however joined me to late and she had to get called away to brush teeth and story time for bed.
I will start my day for her turn awaits tomoorow as does a new week.