Me time is nice

Just a moment, the house is quiet, I am alone with my thoughts. Hey, this is a good thing.  Time to replenish creative cells.
Reading magazine, book and sipping coffee.
In Jan/Feb 2013 Love of Quilting page 58. What is your quilting STYLE?  Well how do. Wow, this is interesting.  Now I see a little more research can go into making the quilt of my dreams.  I have made an Art quilt and it was very satisfying.  I am going to do it again.  I love to look at it.  Just wonder at the colors.
I am drawn to the Contemporary quilts also, they are intriguing.  Must make one of those.  The pattern is a modified log cabin, well maybe with its rectangles and play of light and dark.  I am going to make that one.
Finished reading "The Giving Quilt" by Jennifer Chiaverini.  I like the giving journal idea.  Crafted and written to encourage giving.  Write about giving and sewing.  It's good.. . all good.
Arts are important.
I will read more and develop ideas to fruition.

A fine and free day.

We are free to do what we want.
Lifestyles, culture, civilizations, education and space.
Making sense of it all in our world.
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I stared at the moon for a minute, I wanted to see it move.  I was moving and the earth was orbiting the sun.  The position of my kitchen window static. The North Star was just above and to the left.  I gazed through the window, screen, trees and air, miles separate me from the objects in space.  If I walk away and return in a moment to fill my cup, it will be changed.  A moment in time is captured in my mind.
Solace in nature.  It is here and can be taken to heart.  One heart is mended, one life is expanded, each viewer is similarly content.
Peace.

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I am alone and I am completely absorbed by continuum of space The universe is now.

Got me.

A snow mosquito bit me when I took the dog out.
Now most people are going to say, no way.
But, I remember my science teacher in high school or college telling us about winter mosquitoes.  They do exist.
It was a small bite on my neck (yikes) but it itched for hours.
The mosquito in winter appears around the time of the first snowfall. It was at the end of November or first week in December.  Of all the people I told, (2 or 3) only Dave believed me.  That's what a soul mate will do for you.
Fun, check out this: Here is truthsurfer/blogspot.com

"What's next on their agenda?

Will the Minnesota GOP address the nonexisting Snow Snakes and Bigfoot? Perhaps we'll get lucky and they will talk about killer mosquitoes. Has the minus degree frigid Minnesota weather finally turned the Minnesota GOP officially into insane fluffy pink elephants unable to address the REAL problems facing our state?

Unfortunately, if they get their way, taxpayers get the bill for their insanity of fixing what isn't broke while women will continue to reap 24% less then men...ADDRESS THE REAL PROBLEMS!!! 

Design and color

When arranging furniture to achieve an overall continuity, it is appropriate to use a design which incorporates colors of your choosing.  A design may be a simple as a image that was seen in or on media.  Take a photo that is appealing to you and use the color, use the style and find furniture that matches it.
 
In this image the style is set by the braided oval rug, the plain board cupboard, ladder back chairs, a quilt framed on the wall, the fireplace and also note the size and colors.  White gray and brown may be soothing to someone and totally austere to others.

Forgotten and Remembered

For young mother Cap, being home for Christmas meant everything.  Having her Father hold her baby and cuddle and coo was the most precious scene in her heart.  It gave her place, it was her identity.
Cap felt torn away when her husband took her away to NH to be with his Mother and family.  She did her best to enjoy the in-laws Christmas.  It was theirs.  She didn't really fit in yet, having been in this family a short time. This being her first baby after 2 years of marriage.  When they returned home after a week, to her Fathers house, the tree was put away, all the family gone home, she had missed her family holiday, but has met her in-laws and shared a memory with them.
The following year, her Father was gone.  Lost his life to cancer.
Girls are close to their Fathers.  It is a special bond.  Fathers do listen and take care of their daughters.  Buying them ponies and a horse, watching over them, teaching them to fish, drive tractor and how to get along with the boys.  All the important things in life you run by Dad.
She wished she could have talked over Christmas with him one more time.  Maybe though, if she just remembered what he did at Christmas and did that; It would be okay.  He also had a birthday 3 days before Christmas.  He celebrated with friends and neighbors having a party.  On Christmas he tried to make it happy for loved ones.  Cap tried to remember the details of her Father, to hold in her memory, to cherish and to comfort her in her loss.
Over 30 years have passed, almost 40 if you were to count.
Cap's baby has grown up and become a success. Her baby decided after her parents divorce she would spend Christmas with one parent a year.  She would love one parent one year and leave the other alone.  The next year the other parent got her love and attention.  Just like that.  Coming home for Christmas, making people happy was out the door.  Survival of the heart is precarious.  One year Cap is delighted, and the next year she is not.

Cap has a talk with her children.  Remedies are at hand.  A plan is made to be together every year around Christmas.  Plans are forgotten.  Hearts still hurt. Plans are forgotten.  No plans are made anymore.