I came home from the lake yesterday to do the thing I’ve been avoiding for weeks. Pack the quilting room. Although calling it a room has always been a bit generous. This was never just a room.It was where things were made and where thoughts made sense. It was a fully operational textile ecosystem. Two … Continue reading It Was Never Just a Room
Y’all… I am not going to get worked up about this. I don’t have the energy. I have things to guard.The few things that are still here. Because strangers keep coming to the "city" house. They pull up.I hear them.I take my position. (Security is clearly a one-dog department.) I start the growl. Mama: “No, … Continue reading No One Seems Concerned But Me
Notes from Life After the Bell I cannot count how many times I’ve been annoyed walking behind someone slow. You know the feeling—that boiling irritation when someone is in your way,moving at half your speed,and you’ve got somewhere to be. Today, my husband and I were in a store.(Perks of the Third Act—we can do … Continue reading They Might Already Be Walking As Fast As They Can
Last weekend, we helped Middle S’kiddle move into her first place. And just like that… our house got quieter in a way I wasn’t quite prepared for. Not empty.Not sad exactly. Just... different. What is a S’kiddle, you ask? Fair question. When my husband and I got married, we didn’t just bring two people into … Continue reading The Last S’kiddle Leaves the Nest
Y’all…it’s official. They have lost their doggone minds.Both. Of. Them. Completely. I heard them talking yesterdayabout leaving the lake houseand going back to the city house. Excuse me?? I was having an excellent time at the lake house.The weather was nice.The birds were active.The squirrels were bold.(A mistake on their part.) I had a full … Continue reading They Have Lost Their Doggone Minds Two Houses. Three People. Zero Good Decisions.
Third Act With Pattie 