I have moved my blog to:
www.lifesayarn.wordpress.com
I don't know when or if I will shut this one down but when I do I will post such. Also, my husband and I have started a blog: www.youmissedit.wordpress.com
Gary and I have started doing some exploring of the close small towns and some far away checking out some of the things they have to offer and taste the local foods. Come check us out.
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Saturday, July 05, 2008
Life for me is sometimes the proverbial bowl of cherries, matter of fact most of the time I am quite happy with my life as it is. But, as with most of us sometimes life can and will in fact get me down to a point I don't know what is going to happen next and get me to thinking maybe whatever it is that is going to happen will hurry up and get it over with so I can deal with it and get it behind me. For me, life is a yarn, not the kind of yarn that you knit or crochet with (but I do knit and crochet) but the kind of yarn that is a story that goes on and on. Each day brings another part of the story that makes each of us who we are and what we are about. Somedays our stories is rather boring and nothing in particular has taken place but in those moments that seem so uninteresting we have time to maybe reflect on our own yarns just long enough to see who we really are and maybe get a glimpse of where we are heading in life.
I am extremely interested in my families past. I know very little of my fathers side and not a lot about my mothers side. I know my closest relatives on both sides none of which I have ever been particularly close. I loved them all but never really got to know them. It's no ones fault but my own that I didn't but now it saddens me a bit knowing that I could have been spending some of that wasted time in my life learning from my father before he died. I want to know who I am and where I came from. I have looked for records but none that I have found have ever been able to tell me the stories I want to hear. Bad good or indifferent those stories reflect who I am.
We all have stories to tell. Some sad, some happy and some well some that just need to remain where they are. But all in all those stories or yarns are what intertwine us all together as humans in this thing we are walking through called life.
I am extremely interested in my families past. I know very little of my fathers side and not a lot about my mothers side. I know my closest relatives on both sides none of which I have ever been particularly close. I loved them all but never really got to know them. It's no ones fault but my own that I didn't but now it saddens me a bit knowing that I could have been spending some of that wasted time in my life learning from my father before he died. I want to know who I am and where I came from. I have looked for records but none that I have found have ever been able to tell me the stories I want to hear. Bad good or indifferent those stories reflect who I am.
We all have stories to tell. Some sad, some happy and some well some that just need to remain where they are. But all in all those stories or yarns are what intertwine us all together as humans in this thing we are walking through called life.
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