Monday, November 22, 2010

Tragedy and Beauty

What is so tragic? I have to live till April without baseball. Last week there was news in our little daily newspaper about the Mariner's Star Pitcher getting an award. It reminded me of better times. I know the season will begin again in the spring. But will I be here to enjoy it.

We are having our first snow. I can't call it a snowstorm for it is so calm and peaceful. And so beautiful. I think every time I go outside my blood pressure goes down to the normal degrees. If I had high blood pressure it would be theraputic to just sit outside and enjoy.

I had the weekend with FAKE IT IN FABRICS class. It was successful but the time was too short.I enjoyed the give and take between all the participants and there were successful endeavors to be finished after class. I hope all are being worked on. It is so easy to say 'later'. I would love to hear about the progress people are having.

Anna and Steve are coming on Wednesday to have Thanksgiving with me in what is now Gilbert''s house. I am sharing some of the cooking for the meal. I have to go to the store for supplies and more snow and heavy winds are predicted for this afternoon. But there is tomorrow and if the roads are too difficult, I can ask Anna or Steve to get what I need. Wish me luck.

And happy Thanksgiving to all. And if there is anyone who can, please send one dollar to 

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Anonymous said...

happy thanksgiving! i hope you have a wonderful day!

conny said...

Good to hear from you again.
Happy Thanksgiving!
In Denmark we have been promised loads of snow today and the rest of the week - AND low low temperatures at that.

Julien Sharp said...

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving with your family, dear Sventso.

Anonymous said...

Have a wonderful holiday with your family!

Perhaps you would show photos of your Fake It in Fabrics sometime? I would love to see them!

Ariel said...

Aww I hope you are here to enjoy baseball next year! I have gotten used to reading your blog and it saddens me to know you worry about yourself that way. My own grandmother has been fading over the last few years.

Today I was reminiscing about eating burnt toast. I don't really like burnt toast, in fact I most enjoy toast that merely has a thin crust of toastiness on top. But I also enjoy eating burnt toast on occasion because it makes me think of my grandmother Anna.

You see, Anna had younger brothers whom she adored. When she was growing up she had to help in the kitchen to help make breakfast go smoothly. This was of course when electronic toasters were first coming out, and they weren't that consistent. So the first two batches of toast would be perfect, and she would give them to her younger brothers. The next batch of toast would be burnt to a crisp, and she would keep it for herself.

That is just the type of woman she is. And so I eat burnt toast and I think of her, and I miss her because she isn't all there anymore.