BEST THING FOR ME IS TO STOP AND GET SOME REST TO DISCHARGE MY MAGNETIC PERSONALITY. I KNOW IT SOUNDS CRAZY, DID YOU NOT ALREADY KNOW I WAS DIFFERENT.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
BEING MAGNETIC
I MADE THE MISTAKE OF GOING TO HARBOR QUILTS TO REDEEM MY BIRTHDAY DISCOUNT, WE HAVE TO REDEEM THEM IN THE MONTH OF YOUR BIRTH. I THINK ANYWAY THE SHOP GIVES A DISCOUNT FOR EVERY YEAR I WAS NOT GOING TO MISS THIS GOOD DEAL, AFTER ALL A DEAL IS A DEAL AND I LOVE A DEAL. WELL YOU KNOW I HAVE A BIT OF FABRIC, BUT I FOUND SOME WILD FABRIC, I CAN NOT FIND ANY LABEL IN WHAT IS LEFT IF THERE WAS ONE I HAVE CUT IF OFF AND CHUCKED IT, A PICTURE OF A UNFINISHED QUILT WILL HAVE TO DO. I HAVE BEEN HAVING TROUBLE WITH MY MACHINES, SAME OLD STORY TENSION, TENSION SO MY PROGRESS HAS BEEN SLOW, HAVE TO KEEP CHANGING THREAD WHICH MAKES IT VERY SLOW I'M NOT HAPPY WITH MY NEW MACHINE, BUT LUCKY ME BOTH ARE ACTING UP THAT MEANS MY MAGNETIC PERSONALITY IS CAUSING TROUBLE MY COMPUTER IS ALSO IN AND OUT OF FRITZ. SO I KNOW IT IS A OPERATOR PROBLEM.
BEST THING FOR ME IS TO STOP AND GET SOME REST TO DISCHARGE MY MAGNETIC PERSONALITY. I KNOW IT SOUNDS CRAZY, DID YOU NOT ALREADY KNOW I WAS DIFFERENT.
GREAT WAY TO START A NEW YEAR, LAST YEAR WAS GOOD AND I KNOW THIS NEW YEAR WILL BE ALSO, PRAY FOR TOMORROW MY GRAND-DAUGHTER ANNA IS HAVING A BIOPSY SHE HAS A LUMP, COUPLE MONTHS AGO SHE HAD DRAINAGE FROM BOTH BREAST AND THE POWERS THAT BE DID NOT THINK IT WAS ANYTHING, WELL NOW IT IS. THE WAITING IS AWFUL. MY DAUGHTER DEBRA IS TAKING HER SO WE WAIT. ANNA IS ON THE LEFT. SO FRIENDS AND FMILY PLEASE GO TO PRAYER FOR OUR ANNA AND HER MOTHER DEBRA.
BEST THING FOR ME IS TO STOP AND GET SOME REST TO DISCHARGE MY MAGNETIC PERSONALITY. I KNOW IT SOUNDS CRAZY, DID YOU NOT ALREADY KNOW I WAS DIFFERENT.
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again