The Mimosas Are Bloomimg

Hello friends, it’s hard to believe we are halfway through a new month. How can that be? Time is something that is a bit elusive to me. It’s also so hard to believe that it has been almost eleven months that I said goodbye to my precious husband, my person, my everything, Mark.

I heard someone who had lost their spouse say ” I feel as though I can only ever be 50% happy for the rest of my life.” I totally understand what they are saying. I want to be happy, but there is a part of me that will always be sad. The pretending to be okay is absolutely exhausting, sometimes I try and sometimes I just don’t.

I want to get back into a regular blogging schedule. I may need to do one of those 30 blogs in 30 days posts to get me back into action. I miss the interaction with my fellow bloggers. I am behind on reading your posts but I still love reading them I am just much slower at it.

The weather here has been so hot and humid. We really need rain. The mimosas are blooming. I love them. When I was a little girl we had Mimosas in our front yard and that sweet cloying smell is so comforting to me for some reason. I guess it reminds me of simpler times.

I am here taking care of the babies. We lost Sadie in April and that was quite a blow. I shared a post about my sweet girl and you can read it here. The other babies are doing well. Bunnie my big dog is getting bigger than ever she weighs 75 pounds and according to the vet she needs to lose about 15 pounds. All of the four kitties are doing well. The month of May was spent taking each of the kitties to the vet for their yearly check ups. I took one a week for the entire month. I can’t take more than one at a time because it is just too much for me to handle alone. Plus the two outside kitties are still a little wild and they require a lot of handling.

I am working about four days a week and plodding along as best I can. Grief hits me at the most unexpected times and I feel myself dissolving into a big puddle. But that’s the way grief is I have heard. It’s not okay but that’s the way grief is. Nearing the one year anniversary is really hitting me hard.

I am knitting and crocheting like a fiend. But you know how I am. I always want to start something new before I am halfway finished with my current project. I have also started beading and making some necklaces. I am still working on getting those just right. This has left me with a lot of WIPs. That stand for work in progress. I happen to have a lot of them.

I finished my crochet sweater I mentioned in my previous post but I decided it was a bit short and I needed to add more panels. . I will soon show you the end result. I love it!!! Update on that. I finished the panels and sewed them on and tried it on and hated it. I took the extra panels off and went back with the original. It is a bit short but I like it like that. I think I will wear it with a longer shirt in the winter. I still want to add some stitches around the neck. I ‘ll show you a picture soon.

I have been to a few estate sales and yard sales and have found some great items.

Bunnie and I take a couple of big walks every day. She refuses to be outside without me. I love taking these walks but man they can be so boring. We only have a few places we can walk and it gets old. I remember reading about the pioneer women who walked with the wagon train. They would knit while they walked. They carried a ball of yarn in their pockets and walked and knitted and sometimes even carried a baby on their backs. I plan to do a blog post about these women soon. I find them fascinating.

So I decided to put my crocheting in a small satchel and carry it on the walks with Bunnie. I love it. I can only work on small projects so I am only doing granny squares. I put my phone and my keys and my yarn in this small satchel.

I finally finished the afghan I have been working on for my nephew. When I started it he was a big Tennessee Titans fan and these are Titan’s colors. He is not such a big fan now but he still likes the colors.

So that is just a bit about what has been going on with me. Life is so different now. I don’t like it but I know that God has a plan for me and there is a reason that I am here. I have to have faith in that.

Always remember

Love your day your way!!!!