hand eye crafts

Going through my downloads folder looking for my next knitting pattern, I came across several saved photos that had struck me for one reason or another.  Let's close out the year by taking a gander, what do you say? My daughter adores her.  This is the best photo of her I've ever seen. For all the nonsense in the world right now, it's good to find reminders of good hearts. President Kennedy meets Helen Keller.  It never ceases to amaze me the people who shared time on this planet. "You go right over there and think about what you've done." "OY." Everybody looks good in a cowboy hat. "OY." You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone. Everybody looks good in a cowboy hat. This is a sonic boom.  Amazing. TruBama. See you in 2019.

People seem not to believe me when I say rain and gray weather invigorate me more than sunshine ever will.  A chronically clinically depressed person, they argue, would benefit from warmth and sunlight.  When it's cold or rainy or what other people might call "dreary," I can stay in feeling cozy. The lamp lights throughout the house give things a glow that sunny days don't allow you to see.  Plus, rain produces one of my favorite sounds: cars driving through it.  Things are snuggly, and you can read or do crossword puzzles or work jigsaw puzzles and comfortably drink hot beverages. It's been raining here for the last couple of days, there's a good chance it'll rain over the next few, there's lots of football on TV. . .   Lovely.

It seems spending some time around me has resulted in Briton suffering the same head/neck/chest misery as me.  Mine still has me feeling like a freight train has slammed into my chest every morning --- hopefully, his experience with whatever this is will be much briefer.   There's something a bit odd in him not having gotten sick via any of the many children he's around at the library, but falling victim to me. It's much, much easier packing up Christmas decorations when there's no tree to strip.  I'm not in any hurry, just putting things away a few at a time.  My post-Christmas tradition of rearranging the den furniture won't happen this year, not having had to move things around to make room for a tree to begin with.   Tap got a banana for Christmas (if you haven't seen  this video , I highly recommend it): What you can't see are the three holes on the other side of the toy, each holding a little monkey.  Th...

One of the very rare snowy Christmas Days when I was little, my father took me out onto the driveway and into the yard to show me two sets of footprints.  One, clearly, had been made by a boot.  (A boot verry close to the size Daddy wore.)  The other were hooves, small, pointy, and one out of each four had an "R" right in its center It's one of my clearest and happiest Christmas memories. Christmas Eve here, I came across these in the backyard: No distinguishing letters, mind you, but plainly someone had been running through.  Maybe practicing take-offs and landings before the big night?

(If you watch any crime shows, you'll get the title.) My Number One Wish, real or imagined, greed or no, is a beach house. When I came up with the idea of the Greed List, I must admit the beach house and the Newfoundland were big ol' givens.  It was coming up with the other 23 that posed a bit of a problem. Happy Christmas, greedy or not!!!!

I wish for a Newfoundland. They start out adorable and stay wonderful. They come in black or brown. They will play with you in the snow. If you have a pony, they can help you out there. I would name my Newfoundland Wilson.

Not sure how things were/are done at your house, but where I've come from, and where I am right now, the "big," the "special-est" Christmas present is always saved to be opened last.  As we near the end of our Greed Wishlist, things are getting very serious. The twenty-second entry onto my list is an endless supply of season tickets to Vanderbilt football games. This should surprise no one.   Yes, there would have to be travel to and from, accommodations while in Nashville, but just assume all that is part of the season tickets deal. It is a wish  list, after all.