To quote Dave Barry, “It was a cruel, cruel year — a year that kept raising our hopes, only to squash them flatter than a dead possum on the interstate.” (See the rest of his tale here).
Indeed, it was a year in which I spent way too much time dreaming and not doing, a year in which I indulged in child-like fantasy, and a year in which I chose to bury my head in the sand, as more often than not, the news was too terrible to hear. I bid the year adieu without even waiting for its last day, as I intend to start all over from this very minute.
The embroidery machine is chugging away in the kitchen right now, where for some strange reason, the counters are still clean and the dishes put away. Most of the house is fairly tidy, and I intend to keep it that way. I have the sewing machine out, and will finish up a quilt that has been in progress for far too long, as soon as I get the quilting machine started on some of the quilts that have been stacking up. Where have I been? What have I been thinking? I guess I’ve allowed myself to run amok for far too long. Perhaps it was the result of finally being freed from a job I hated, the effects of looking to wants instead of needs, or, most likely, the results of my own laziness. At any rate, I am attempting to slam the door on such foolishness and start to build the rest of my life.
I did have a nice Christmas season. The tree was put up and decorated, I made some ornaments for family, and sent a bunch of snowflakes to decorate the school where the Sandy Hook children will return to class. They will attend my former middle school in Monroe, CT. I hope a few of the little sparkles will bring some cheer or a sense of peace to those children.
I hope to spend New Year’s Day stitching a Quilt of Valor along (via internet) with my buddy, Judy Laquidara, www.patchworktimes.com, and I hope to have many more things to share with you all in the coming year.