I was in Lima this weekend gathering with classmates from my high school days. We got together at a parish carnival, and it was wonderful to catch up with them for a little bit and to be "home".
It got me thinking about how incredibly lucky I am to have "people" from all walks and stages and places and interests, and how having these various people has been the single biggest gift of this beautiful life of mine.
Dearies, I know that I'm not stitching as much as I have in times past, and that my blatherings seem to be shorter and less frequent than they used to be, but I'm still here and futzing my way through the hours of the day with good intention and a lot of hapless adventures.
As soon as I get my little chores done for the day, and as soon as I figure out what we're doing for dinner (Oh, who am I kidding? I'll say salmon, rice, and green beans, but we'll go face first into leftover pizza like the animals we are), I'm going to put. the. phone. down. and pick up my needle and thread.
How 'bout you? What's blowing your skirt up today? Come tell me all about it!
