tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588118538433483895.post6511400055049627014..comments2024-03-28T03:17:28.911-04:00Comments on Art With a Needle: Feeling trappedKathleen Loomishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930922068379938756noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588118538433483895.post-89801045791123847472022-05-23T01:32:15.233-04:002022-05-23T01:32:15.233-04:00These family relocating/transistioning tasks are s...These family relocating/transistioning tasks are so hard! Your description of "hell on wheels" is spot on. Having been the one to do this for my parents and m-i-l reinforces my thankfulness for still being in my own nest with my fabric, machines, and cats. Martha Ginnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01609132014556238098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588118538433483895.post-45797057579191854602022-05-18T07:45:23.471-04:002022-05-18T07:45:23.471-04:00From time to time, the idea of the transitory natu...From time to time, the idea of the transitory nature of our lives comes boiling to the surface. I have (unsuccessfully) tried to de-clutter/de-stash/de---whatever after dealing with my parents' house; recently the wife of one of my cousins died tragically,suddenly, definitely unexpectedly on her way to book club at the library......a fresh round of cleaning and disposal. Whatever treasures I have are things that mean something to me---and my children will remember different things.sylviaweir.wordpress.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10194373854922827096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588118538433483895.post-22865843495102044502022-05-16T12:03:09.916-04:002022-05-16T12:03:09.916-04:00I remember getting Dad set up in assisted living, ...I remember getting Dad set up in assisted living, I thought no cooking, no cleaning, no laundry, no damned weeding - sign me up! But after paying attention to these places (thinking ahead), I'm not so sure. I haven't been to many of these places, but one thing strikes me wrong. They seem to think playing cards and bingo, or sit around and talk, is all us "old people" do, if their ads are any indication. What would I do without my books, fabrics, sewing machines, needlework, and other supplies? They don't seem to have space in the room/apartment for such, and communal craft rooms don't seem to be a thing. Besides, I wouldn't want anyone using my stuff without my approval. And I really don' t look forward to all the vegetables being boiled to mush. But I still would gladly give up the weeding.JustGailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08948391538309176039noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588118538433483895.post-67943776225630334582022-05-15T06:55:38.061-04:002022-05-15T06:55:38.061-04:00Spent many a time in these and alot to weigh. I th...Spent many a time in these and alot to weigh. I think the hardest for me is going to miss my own cooking. No kids and the baby to all I get mixed anxiety on the perils of ageism and will I land in a good one or alone on the streets. It can be terrifying but it's one journey in our life we probably can't get around unless we're one of the lucky ones. I hope mine has an awesome activities director or I may have to step in. Good she has you. CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588118538433483895.post-89611197855445896352022-05-14T23:07:24.458-04:002022-05-14T23:07:24.458-04:00Change is hard work. This spoke to me. Aging is h...Change is hard work. This spoke to me. Aging is hard work. Daddy moved from assisted living to nursing home. He is 89. I live in Alaska. He lives in Georgia. Change was hard for him. Aging is hard for me. I am 61 and see the future. I finished a quilt top I started last week And I pulled out a UFO from 2006. Time to finish the UFO's. LCPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07028751530569497429noreply@blogger.com