It took a lifetime to be able to feel safe enough to begin writing down the story without being terrified. Chillingly sad and deeply tearful ... yes.. but no more fear Dear.
To the Love of my Life
Beyond the Beyonds Forever Raymond.
National Vietnam War Veterans Day March 29, 2018
For all of my Life, Forever Raymond.
It took a lifetime to be able to feel safe enough to begin writing down the story without being terrified. Chillingly sad and deeply tearful ... yes.. but no more fear Dear. To the Love of my Life Beyond the Beyonds Forever Raymond. In the quest for all things Flamingo, I discovered that they put Flamingos on welcome mats... to me, this is quite the discovery, however I'm sure to many others it is old hat. In any event, this guy looks like he means business and should probably be on my doorstep!
Have been making these potholders as a stress reliever. Finally decided to put them up for sale. Kid's stuff I know as I made plenty of them in the 50's and 60's. I have no idea where thought to start making them again came from but it's been sort of fun and yet frustrating as I keep breaking the plastic looms and the needles. So far, I haven't found a metal set but will keep looking. I didn't have much to soothe me back then aside from doing this and sorting buttons. We used to have a Minnesota Woolen Mill lady come every summer with fabric and accessories to sell. It was amazing! The smell of the fabric was wonderful and she had boxes and boxes of accessories. One year she came with this shoebox full of buttons to sell, Mom bought it and I had my down time activity. I sorted and counted those buttons for years as something to do between helping to cook meals for the haymen or to keep quiet while Mom rested. I don't have any buttons to sell... so these hot pads will just have to do!
This is an incredible story. Fun and inspiring to watch. You just never know!
What you may be looking for in a different format. There are also items in my Bonanza Store that are not in my eBay Store.
Searching for a new job has become a scary, scarier and totally hopeless task. When you tip the scales at 65 and there are dozens of other applicants much younger than you, the effort seems totally wasted... and yet, there are only a couple more months worth of savings and then the fat lady has sung the last song. There is no choice but to continue. I've worn out my prayer bones, requested prayers from strangers and even reapplied for a job this week that the guy listed in another venue after interviewing me but not hiring me. I thought the interview went well... obviously he did not. I'm at my wits end, eBay sales have tanked, I have his only Son to take care of and I'm scared to death. As I began the last part of the path today, this beautiful poem appeared. I will do my level best not to Quit.
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