A theme decided

I am not an avid blog reader or writer. But I do visit daily my favorite blogs, most having to do with sewing/embroidery/quilting/cooking - that sort of domestic type stuff. Now I know many folk use the internet to indulge in pornography or politics or bomb building. In comparison, my internet interests are quite tame. However, I'd like to say that in my perusals of my favorite topics I have come across the work of some very cool, very talented women, and I'd like to be part of what they're doing. But I don't have what it takes to put together websites and blogs like theirs, so I'm thinking of some topics to devote my blog to, and I think I've come up with something. In a few weeks, we'll be going into phase II of having our property rehabed from underground oil contamination - a smallish leak from our own oil tank, and a Valdez-type affair from our neighbor's. This deal started a year ago, and the biggest part of the job has yet to be done: supporting our garage on "stilts" and excavating the dirt out from under the garage (not to mention emptying the garage of 30 years of junk!). While the gents are in the 12 hole under our garage, they'll be probing under our house to see how things look under there. (I'm keeping my fingers crossed things are clean.) I'll soon post some pictures of the work that's already been done and then document the next phase when it gets going. Good idea, huh? Might be better than just recording what I had for breakfast.

Yeah!!!

Yeah! It worked! OK, I might get back into blogging - not that I was ever really there - but I'll see what can happen. So here's what happened today: (aren't you interested?) I spent the day with my lovely daughter, going shopping, making dinner together. Then her husband and my son came for dinner. It's a rare occassion when we're all together (me, my husband, daughter, son, and son-in-law). I love everyone and wish I saw my kiddies more than I do. But they're adults now and don't hang around with mommy and daddy anymore. When they were little and were with us all the time was the best time of my life. Frustrating at times, and I would have liked to have had more freedom and help taking care of kids, but nevertheless, the absolute best time of my life. I can't think about this too much - them being grown and gone - because it's one of the very few things in life that make me feel so sad that I could cry. I hope they know I love them as much as I do. Enough of this sentimentality, however; life moves on.

I'll be back to this another time. Peace and blessings to all who pass this way!

Hey.

Hey. I'm doing a blog. First one since July, I believe. That's eight months. If I were pregnant, I'd almost have a baby! I wonder if I'll be able to upload a photo now that I'm on the "new" blogging system. I'm going to try . .




Well, if the uploading worked, you'll see a picture of our Christmas tree. Kind of out of season, but it was a handy picture for this test. OK, I'm going to post this and see what happened.