Waylaid tragedy.

As usual my best laid plans have and do go astray. It has been months since I felt like actually sitting down and writing somthing on my blog. The last few months have been a tad like a whirlwind that forgot which direction to blow. Just about the time things started to mellow out I changed directions and was off and running again.

There is so much I can write about but primarily I want to say that I have been in pain for years now and was beginning to think it wasn't going to get better..............well let me tell you I was wrong. I finally visited a reumatologist and he increased my Cymbalta and withing 2 weeks the constant pain in my back and shoulders was gone. Just like that......I woke and it was gone. That drug is the lifesaver in my cabinet. Who would have thought that increasing an antidepressant would make pain go away? Not me anyway. Well now that I feel better I have more energy and am actually cooking and shopping without gritting my teeth and whining for hours. I'm not much on the conventional God we have in this society but I will say, God bless my doctor for giving me pain free days.

I have a couple pictures of my precious great grand son to post and a picture of my grandson with his hairy chest,wearing the blazer his sister is sewing. What happened to that beautiful bundle of joy that cooed and gurgled at me with his twinkling eyes? Well, he grew up and still coos and gurgles at me with a twinkle in his eyes. Don't keep your eyes shut for very long or you will miss that beauty of watching them mature. My grandchildren are such a pleasure for me to know.

My knitting is coming right along. I have one sleeve to do and I will be finished with my first sweater. It has been such fun when I could laugh at the missed stitches.

I have a beautiful piece of flannel to sew together for a cape. This is such a joy for me to do things I want without having to dread the consequences. Now I feel like I need to race around like a chicken without it's head to catch up with every thing I have missed. I'm not planning on living for another 40 years. That is asking way too much.

Remember to take deep breathes and be grateful you are alive.