ADD?

Both my kids have attention deficit disorder, at least their father and I think so. I have finally decided it comes from me. I have trouble finishing anything I start. I have grandiose ideas about doing this or that, get started then, boom. Time to start something new. I started to write a book and in my head thoughts flow freely then I try to put it all on paper and start thinking about the hundreds of pages unwritten and I quit. Crocheting was going to be my money maker after I retire, but after 10 or 15 animals, I couldn't bear to start another. I have a bunch of blankets that I started but never finished. Its like the thinking and dreaming and planning are the best part. I have yarn galore, each selected for a specific never started project.
Back to the book, I think that was mainly a melancholy moment thing. You know, sad thoughts of the past, fear of the future, unhappy, scared, lonely, whatever other words you can think of to describe this sorry person I have become. The book? This is part of the first chapter. I just don't want to completely lose the thoughts.

The Broken Virgin

I held tightly to the plastic Virgin under my pillow. “Please, Blessed Mother Mary, make them stop!” I nudged my sister laying next to me and whispered “Colleen, are you awake?. “ “Yes.” “Don’t worry, they will go to sleep pretty soon. I know you’re scared…I’m scared too.” She said. We were always scared when mother and dad had a fight.. I clutched my statue more tightly, and willed the tears trickling down onto my pillow to quit and thought about my broken Blessed Mother. She glowed in the dark if you put her in the bathroom light while taking a bath. One day I held her so tight the pretty blue base that held her upright snapped off. Since then, I kept her under my pillow, close, for nights like this. She always answered my prayers. They always stopped and I always slept. I drifted slowly off to sleep. Summer nighttime noises started once again. The June bugs and the crickets, the whirring of the window fan, the bathroom faucet…drip, drip, drip.
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The Coaster?

Charlotte loves the roller coaster. I never really liked them all that much. I don't like that feeling in my tummy when you're free falling. It kind of tickles, but kind of hurts too. After waiting in line what seems like forever, it moves so fast and then its over. Kind of like life. I remember being 8 or 10 and just wanting to be 12 or 14. When I was 25, I wanted the kids to be grown. Never satisfied. Up and down, high then low, slow then fast. Then its over. Poof, done. The good thing about the roller coaster though is you can get back in line, start over, and hope it's more fun the next time.

Let the Dream Continue

I am so up today. My machine is fixed and I 'sewed' out my first embroidery. It was just a practice piece but it came out great. I didn't have to do anything other than rethread the needle when the thread broke. And I have that problem solved too. Somedays are truly worth living. I also just read Michael's blog, sound like we have another brilliant granddaughter coming along. God I love those kids, I want to hug them so bad.

Oh, and I don't want to forget my first animeal. I created a darling bib/paci holder that looks like an elephant. I even have an order!! Now if only I could get the sew out for it in a pes format. I will post a picture tomorrow.

Today is good. Tomorrow just a dream. And it is coming.