Today I feel old. As if there is so much distance between myself and the world that nothing I say or do will be accepted as valid or will be treated as worth anyone's time or attention. That I should sit with my hands folded and not even try. And I hate it.
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Here's My Decision
That slub yarn I posted? I've decided what to do with it. Thank you, Noro Magazine. I realize it's just a long loop of a scarf, b...
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In addition to the much-too-expensive tooth business (honestly, if I had known that one tooth was worth that, I'd have pulled some more ...
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. . . on wood. Madeleine is back to her usual self. Even eating some dry food, though still preferring bisques and other lickable things.
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Someone (and you know who you are) said that my lion looks like a bear in a veterinary Elizabethan collar. And now I can't unseen it.
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Oof. Sitting with you.
Oof. Get yourself some same-aged friends, in particular anyone with the first stage of dementia. You can tell them wise things today. And tomorrow. And the next day. (Sorry. I should not make light of dementia. It is a horrible disease both for the sufferer and their family.)
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