During the global 2007-2008 financial crisis, our family spent the summer exploring nearby localities in what was quaintly coined as a “staycation.” Flash forward 13 years and here we are again. Many venues are closed; either for social distancing or financial ripple effect. Right. Staycation 2020, it is.
There’s always a silver lining. Backyards have never looked nicer. Recycling or updating is in again. People are creating or building at astounding rates (just check the local hardware store) and revisiting nature to satisfy the restless soul.
We’ve replaced fencing, built a kayak rack, sanded and repainted outdoor furniture, weeded and planted, pressure-washed…you name it. Now that school is officially out for the summer, it’s time to have some outdoor fun!
More than anything, I look forward to the time when my WHOLE family and friends can safely gather together once again. Until then, it’s sprucing up, positive thoughts 😀 and staycation jaunts!
One of my favorite parts about Christmas is how my family shares their time and talents with each other. Whether it is sewing, cooking, painting, pottery… it is and will always be treasured. Whatever holiday you celebrate; I hope it was a wonderful time spent with family and friends.
Lately, I’ve had niggling thoughts in the back of my mind. I am fast approaching the age that my father was when he passed away. I am now twice the age than my too-soon-gone older brother. Ironic how neither seem so old now (at my advanced age), but a bit too young when they left. 😉
Funny. I don’t “think” old. But, sometimes I do “feel” old. 😉 No worries. I am actually looking forward and am grateful to tagging on another year. Because:
Truths: I have a very understanding and supportive partner; two healthy, beautiful daughters; a wonderful son-in-law and a most kind, smart and handsome grandson.
Truths: I get to see or speak to my mother and sisters everyday. I have a solid ‘you-can-count-upon’ group of friends. The list goes on.
Truths: I am happily and gainfully employed as an instructional technology resource teacher, I have a roof over my head and decent transportation.
Another year of Family, Love, Health, Happiness, Adventure. Those are the truths that sustain me.
Although September is Childhood Cancer Awareness month (I know it is October), I think awareness needs more than one month of the year. Cancer is the leading cause of death by disease among children in the United States. Unlike many adult cancers, childhood cancer isn’t linked to lifestyle or environmental factors; but by genetics or chance.
The good news is that with improved care and treatment over the past 30 years, survival rates have increased to 80%. Children treated for cancer are now surviving for 5 years or more after treatment. However, many long-term health issues and late side effects follow survivors as they age. Some late side effects may not show up until many years later: emotional troubles, secondary cancers, reproduction and sexual development, growth problems, cognitive loss, heart issues (and too many more). Once a child becomes an adult and leaves pediatrics it becomes a question of where do they go for followup? Adult oncology centers do not want a pediatric long term survivor – they are not new patients nor were they an adult when diagnosed. It can become a conundrum.
My dear friend celebrated a birthday and I gifted her with a quilt that I started for her two years ago. Finally. I rarely name quilts, but this one I titled: “Wanderer.” (She’ll get it).
It’s not the best image (too sunny and hot to fiddle with a camera). But, I’m happy with how it turned out. My very first ‘original design.’ Well, go me. 😀 I guess I could have also titled this quilt: “At Last!” Regardless, Happy Birthday DiHi!
I sat on this post . . . Waiting . . . I’m relieved and confident enough now to share. This quilt was/is a comfort quilt for a dear friend who recently underwent a double mastectomy. I don’t necessarily bestow names upon my quilts. An exception was made, this one is titled Star Hope.
I made a conscious decision to sew a quilt made of scraps from previous projects. I can’t explain it actually, but in my mind it was a way to bundle all the previous love and effort that transpired before, into one quilt. Silly. Superstitious.