NO MORE YAHOO HERE............

I spend way too much time on my lap top, but I am ready to quit.  When I realized they have control of all your information, well my information is really very dull so that did not bother me so much; but now they "That's the big They in the sky" who ever they are have crossed the line.  I am a creature of habit in some things,  playing cribbage before going to bed was one of my "pleasures" I guess it became a habit, not a bad one.  One might say it was a constructive habit, it stimulated my mind and I loved it.
 
Now Yahoo has drop the page and my "play cribbage yahoo" is gone and I do not think it will be back.  I think what galls me is I had no control of the decision, it was made without my input and I have no power to change it.  My Yahoo cribbage is gone and I am so sad, and mad, dang I do not like some unknown entity having power over my desires...I feel like a little kid who just had her marbles stolen, and I do not like it.  Believe me there will be no more yahoo in my house.  What do you think, do you think they will miss me???

Just a couple of pictures to get my mind off of  YAHOO

OMG

We are doing our journey south, Jerry has already weighed our suitcases and we are maxed out so he zipped them up and said no more.  Now I have to figure out how I am going to get the rest of my stuff on the plane.  Half of my suitcase is full of the craft project I am taking.  We have to entertain this old lady, plus a quilt I made for my granddaughter I thought it was better taking it rather than mailing it.  Ashley will be spending her birthday with us so it seemed like a good idea. now I think that was a mistake oh well.  I will have to strap a few things to my body but we may make it.  Our son is housesitting so our little princess will be well loved. He is 6"4" so our place will be well protected no worry there.
Just seems the older I am the more I need to pack, pills, c-pap, laptop, my projects, shoes for the pool shoes for when we go out, hiking shoes, make-up, dental care, pain remedies, spices to prepare foods we will be in a condo and I just can not cook without some spice, cribbage board and cards oh my gosh the list goes on and on, this packing is a job.  Jerry says if it gets any more complicated it just is not worth it, well I do not think we are there yet.  I have stopped taking my pillow and flippers and many other items no more tennis rackets, golf clubs, floatation devices' well you can get the picture there is always the etcetera's that we drag along. I admit I am the main offender but his shoes are really big if he would take just one less pair I could get some more in his suitcase.  He has put the cases at the door so access is impossible I will just have to work on my little problem, you know we ladies are crafty and I am sure I will over come this problem.  Oh my gosh I forget to pick up that last prescription so wish us luck, and that the snow does not fall on our pathway to the airport.

Vacation Ready
Oh worry, worry we are on our way
Our bags are stuffed to capacity
Oh dear oh dear it just occurred to me
I have no room to shop, oh my what will I do.
Fear not  "Goodwill" never fails
We'll  find an old suitcase or maybe two
So with that in mind I believe I am ready
To take to the skies carefree and white knuckled
I will surely return browned with sun freckles
Dang I don't have room for the scales.


BUMP BUMP BUMP
There are no pot holes in the sky
So why is the plane going bump bump bump
Oh I wonder why so high up in the sky
Bump bump bump
I think this woman wasn't meant to fly

Life belongs to us lets live it

This is a reminder for me and my dear friends who share
my soul:

LATE, BY MYSELF,
IN THE BOAT OF MYSELF
NO LIGHT AND NO LAND ANYWHERE,
CLOUDCOVER THICK,
 I TRY TO STAY JUST ABOVE THE SURFACE,
 YET I'M ALREADY UNDER AND LIVING
 WITHIN
THE OCEAN


RUMI --  Sometime in the mid thirteenth century

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I SIT ALONE
I SEEK SILENCE WITHIN
I DISCONNECT FROM OUTSIDE MYSELF
AS I SHUT MY EYES AND THE DARK CLOSES IN
I FIND MYSELF DEEP IN THE OCEAN OF MY SOUL

DELAINE -- today

We live in the same world time does not matter as we go with-in **maybe time just stands still for all of us.

COMING HOME WINNERS

GO SEAHAWKS

Yahoo the games a foot

Yes 80,000 at the ready

We hold down the home front

With fondue and finger foods

Upside-down cake and punch

Both upstairs and downstairs

Yahoo yelps and hollers abound

Our laughter and cheers fill the rooms

This is truly the best way to share a day

We won the game to boot yahoo

oops there I go again

Today was one of those days, when everything I did was one step off sync
Just a tiny bit, seems every word and gesture was off a bit.  It still was a good day.  Housekeeper came and did her duty, that was the beginning.  Then a meeting of friends; I call it a circle, I love it when friends come together and form a circle and open their hearts for a good bit of verbal intercourse.  We shared our ideas and thoughts and a really good cup of "strong" coffee with a couple of cookies and our hearts opened as the afternoon flew by.  We planned our next meeting, then a warm parting was shared with hugs and blessings.  I picked up dinner one of Jerry's favorite take homes, he was both hungry and happy, score one for me.  We shared our special meal then a nap until it was time to go to another meeting,  I must say driving in the driving rain at night is not what it used to be, but I made it both ways, for I am woman
 
I gave a talk last Saturday about Women and their quilts in the eighteen hundreds, how different our lives are.  Are our lives today the same? my question is were they really that different.  We carry the same capacity to love and our hearts are broken in the same way, we have medications for depression but the depressions are just as real and our isolations are just as lonely, we have so much more material wise but to me the women of the frontier knew who they were and what was expected of them.
The young women of our time are searching for identity, to make their mark, find a man but they are not sure they want marriage.  To have children is not the honorable thing to do or the goal of a young woman....yet they feel the calling of motherhood as they grow beyond the child rearing age and see a lonely old age approaching.  Family is a put down mothers and fathers have disappointed them and the future of a happy ever after seems unreal.  With all of that uncertainty I still feel we are the same, you see when it comes to our need to share we need the fellowship of other women, our young women are missing that coming together, of connecting to the sisterhood of other women whether older or of the same age.  We need that sharing because we share a inner wisdom it comes out when we come together in a circle as we talk of life.  We see it in the journals of women of old and in centuries to come they will read our journals and know of our deep concerns and dreams. They will see our connections.
My friends are now wives, widows, mothers, grandmothers and sisters most of our mothers are gone and we have become the matriarchs of our families. As I see it we are a continuation of the first circle of women who huddled together around an open fires. We share the same kinship, friendships and loves, we are all sisters with a capacity to love and nurture; our task is as it always was to bring forth the next generation; to love and teach the young  to be the be compassionate and to teach them how to love.  We must teach our younger sisters about what being a woman is, and we must always walk proud, because we belong to "The Sisterhood" and we have one of the most important jobs on earth.  Being a woman is an honor, I love getting together and sharing with my lady friends, there is always so much wisdom and knowledge freely shared and we all grow from the experience.
Well the question is how was my day well all in all it was a good day..

Yahoo What a Great Game we won by the seat of their pants

I was out numbered three to one, but we ate well, wonderful dip of seven layer Mex and corn chips, watermelon.  Pizza and apple pie and a win what more can we ask for.
Father, Son and Grandson good men spending time watching the game, doing some shooting, the breeze you know, they are all good guys and fun to listen to as they talk about camping and the summer plans, and hooping and hollering over the game.
I played with my quilts, getting them ready for a lecture next Saturday at PLU.

Days pass and I am finally ready for the PLU Show and Tell for the New Western Washington Quilt Study Group. My friend Susan came and help put it all together what a doll she is. It will be fun sharing my quilts from 1860 to 1910, there will be time for others to bring their quilts of the era, I have to admit quilts made during this period of our countries development are my favorite so much was happening. So many changes so very fast, I have quilts made when Custer died and the transcontinental Railroad was connected and the Civil war, the telegraph I like to tell how it was used during the war allowing Lincoln keep in contact with his Generals so many changes and we take it all for granted.  Well wish me well it is going to be fun, only problem, I have to leave home at 8:45 and as you all know I do not do mornings, but for quilts I think I can.

A dear friend  Erlene Smarr died this week she was almost 90 a quilting sister, a gentle spirit who for the last couple of years slipped into a world of her own.  Her family are bringing her quilts as they gather to say their good-byes she left them love and hugs in those quilts, she made one special for each family member how special is that.
How wonderful to be able to wrap up in a quilt made just for you, a quilt to comfort you when you feel sad and know that the maker loved you.
Thank you Erlene for being the dear soul and friend you were to all who knew you



Flying Free

The little birds trust God
For they go singing from Northern woods
Where autumns winds start to blow
They travel south for a winters rest to await springs call.
Then with joyous faith they follow unmarked pathways
Winging to summers lands of songs
Winging to the unknown
Let us go singing and no longer cry
Since we know our times are in His hands
Why should we weep and fear while others call it dying
It's merely flying free to a far off land of summer










 

After Christmas adventures

Wow we have been glued to the television these last four days, with Downton Abbey the first three seasons and now the football game. Can you believe that scramble a great game, yahoo we won.. Oh well the weather outside is dreadful and we have gotten all caught up on our chores so why not...Downton Abbey was great we stayed up until 2:00 last night and are now followers.  I can hardly wait for this seasons opening, what a great show...Even Jerry was hooked, he may say he did it for me, but he was the one ready to start watching at 2:00 in the afternoon.  He cannot fool me he loved it, we sat side by side to the very end and what a sad ending. It was fun sharing the Abby's family adventures both of us enthralled and sharing our opinions about what was going to happen next.  Jerry did good it was the best Christmas gift in a long time.
Thursday we went for a ride and past the Gig Harbor Park at the head of the bay,  and I saw it we turned around. There it was the most beautiful wood carving we turned around and took a closer look here are some pictures they do not do this work of art justice.  The fantastic art talent in Gig Harbor and the Peninsula is incredible I take my hat off the SAW DOGS what a work of art  thank you Gig Harbor for recognizing this talent and sharing it with us.  They will be adding a new and Maritime play station also, our little town is stepping up for sure.

JMS WOOD SCULTURE

JEFF

 APPEARED ON SAW DOGS SHOW

Fantastic don't you think,