"When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing?When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop being comforted by the sweet territory of silence?"
My sweet granddaughter stays with me some weekends & about a month ago I was teaching her more about sewing, she did really well even though I was mentally cursing the pattern. As we were working ,she says," Nana,do you feel like listenning to music?" I abruptly said,"no." But this child totally gets me,it was not ,can I ,let`s listen,but do you FEEL like listenning?
In the almost 2 years that my husband passed, this house has not gotten much of a clean-up, the basics get done, animals cared for, but the cobwebs were growing, my friends would do the walk-through to look at my "stuff" , collections of stuff my husband & I would gather on our flea market trips . He got into the iron skillets, wanting every number of the griswold,often ordering them from ebay.I have the best of friends. They never say anything,check on me,& offer to help me.But most things I just have to get through myself.
That weekend when Savannah went home,I got the cd/radio out,dusted it off, put on the music ,& danced around my kitchen cleaning, giving the old wood cookstove a cleaning , & the items I had on it & started on the many plates I have hanging on the wall. I`ll soon get all of those salt & pepper shakers down...but I believe that I am on my way to living again.
|Simon contentedly laying in my way as I dance around him...guess I will have to lay some tile down on the places my hubby never finished|
|The mushroom salt & peppers can`t be washed,they are paper machie`|
|This may not be cast iron,but it is heavy,guess you could put a tealight inside|
|This cricket is cast iron,not sure what it was used for|