2 years since Oat passed. 2 years being on my own since I met him 33 years ago. 2 years since the saddest day of my life. 2 of the hardest years of my 58 years. I’m trying my best to carry on, working through things slow. I’m keeping busy learning new things, quilting, stamping,
I’m slowly teaching mom to turn on Netflix on her own. Let’s see if it happens by the end of April. My hopes and dreams will be she can navigate it herself to turn on and off (not just by turning off the TV) on her own. This month’s pixs, a little late because I’m
“I want you to take a picture of my irises in the back. They are in bloom.” Irises And like a good daughter, I took the pictures. Yes, pictures. I even took more than one. The crazy daughter I am, I took pictures of the flowers in the back. And yes, the irises are beautiful
Killing time as my parents get ready for an outing to Costco, I roamed around our small front yard and decided to take pictures of the flowers in bloom. Desert Rose There’s a row of these rimming the front of the yard. They are odd looking plants. The stem and base are grayish, gnarly, and
As I wait on my faux instapot, feeling guilty that I’m not exercising. I notice one of my dad’s handmade frames with a painting I did a did a long time ago. So long that I don’t even remember painting it. If you look around the house, you’ll see the many handmade frames he built.
I introduced Mom to Netflix about 3 months ago. I showed her all the Korean dramas they had. Well, that “sparked joy”. The only problem–she doesn’t know how to turn it on. Mom is very unsure of the TV. She knows how to do the cable but to turn on Netflix, there are just too
I’ve always felt the word “crafty” was a slight on me. It was like I wasn’t good enough to be an artist. But in my old age, I’ve given it a second chance and not feeling so bad to be crafty. It allows me to make things for people. And I realize that what I
Happy New Year! I’ve been a little busy with holiday stuff and just catching up with some last minute things before the end of the year. The last 2 years have been a whirlwind of stuff that I never thought would happen to me. I hope 2019 brings a little bit of calm for me.
Just a little interlude between my baking and jamming for the holidays. My parent’s backyard is a combination of dad’s workshop (what is left of it), mom’s flowers, fruits, and veggie garden. It’s a mish-mosh of mom crazy plant collection combined with dad’s McGyver skills of the gardening ware of plant hangers, cement tiles handmade
I decided to recipe test Milk Bar’s Compost Cookies. I want to see how it compared to mom’s garbage cookies. Both recipes have a lot of ingredients. I used the recipe Anderson Cooper’s favorite cookies: compost cookies from http://www.tablefortwoblog.com. I’ve made the Crack pie recipe from Christina Tosi before and I love the addition of milk