Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
This is a pencil sketch I did of mama when we spent Thanksgiving at Celestine's house at the Russian River. We were sitting out on the lanai in the lazy afternoon and I was asking her what she thought my little baby girl was going to be like. I was about 3 months pregnant and I was very excited about it. I think I captured the dreamy look that my mom would get on her face whenever she had a pleasant thought. She looks so happy in this sketch and I know she was thinking about my beautiful new daughter and her own daughters. We had such a beautiful Thanksgiving dinner except that one of Eric's childhood friends showed up with a bottle of wine which none of us drank so he proceeded to drink the entire thing. By the end of dinner he was a stumbling drunk with a bad attitude. We tried everything to get him to sober up and leave us. We even walked around the pitch dark valley with him. He bored us with the huge chip he carried on his shoulder and he would not shut up. Eric and I were a little scared because we had our moms with us and he was so dark. We were so happy when he left. Whew!!!!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Anyway I am better today. I had physical therapy and he told me not to bend my neck. I guess he should have told me that at the beginning. I have been crocheting. Not something I can do as you have to bend your neck.
Did it really matter that there were old leaves sitting in the tree. What was I thinking? Sometimes you just think you can do anything.
Yesterday I saw a news article about Mrs. Obama and her little daughter who were on a trip to Spain. They looked so happy. It is such a contrast to what I am reading. "I know why the caged bird sings" It is a story about another little girl who lives in a very segregated part of town called The Stamp. She describes her daily life and her interactions with people and situations from the perspective of a child. The humiliations that she experiences and the fright that she feels are so wrong. Things do change. There is hope for us all.
I made this little pin for summer.