Deuce

 April 13, 2013-February 10, 2024

Sweet Deuce, my fighter. Mr. Big Ears.

You tried so hard, but now you can rest.

Roy

 August 23, 2008-February 1, 2024

My special boy, shy Roy with his one white whisker.

Gone so suddenly; too soon.

Mel

 My sweet orange girl. Buff Tabby, Carmella, Melly-Moo.

August 23, 2008-January 27, 2024

Yup, I'm Going THERE

 

THESE ARE TERRORISTS

 THIS IS AN UNDERDOG

 If you're smart enough to get into college, you're smart enough to know the difference....

Welcome To Geekville

 Blazing hot out. Even worse at the new gym....and in this house.

So I spent my afternoon in "Geekville". Lost down the rabbit hole that is Wikipedia!! I thought it would be interesting to trace how Sarah Ferguson, Duchess of York is related to the late Diana Princess of Wales. Here's my very sloppy and abbreviated version of the family tree

The common ancestor is William, 5th Duke of Devonshire.

On the crafting front, my latest WIP is a Land Girls wardrobe from my 16" dolls. I loved the BBC series of the same name based on the Women's Land Army of WWII England.  A sweater (jumper) is in the works, as are overalls and some breeches, when the appropriate tan corduroy arrives in the mail. For now, a few inspirational photos.

Well, that's about all I can manage with breaking a sweat......

Crushing

 More of a vent then a post.....

This day is crushing me. A day like so many others; common, ordinary, dull, mindless, uninspiring. Endless, boring, lonely. The hours and minutes dictated by others. The sun and the breeze closed out behind slammed-shut windows and doors.

I push away the things that I love and enjoy. Restless, unfocused. Nothing gets done. I want to be sour, nasty, rude....but I can't. Can I blame someone for aging, or another for preferring the peace and independence of another place?

Can I just have the privacy to cry...or maybe just sit and stare off into emptiness? 

Four years of hard work washed away in an instant. "Move forward, get over it, get on with it". Yes, on the outside those things will happen, and some already have. But it's just a shield, a curtain..... that closed door.

RUSTY

17 January 2022

 It has taken more more then a week to speak of the loss of my dear Rusty. For some reason I just could not come to write about him. Even in my journal there is simply a note of his name and a small photo glued to the page.

He came to us on 6 February 2017 and left too soon......