Having small girls again to gift is part of the incentive. The first was our visit to One of a Kind Craft Fair two weeks ago.
I also need a distraction.
The sewing machine has it's own story. I made a contribution to OMERS pension when I
was a Regional Councillor. I had the option withdraw it when I left. I did and bought the Bernina.
When I was appointed to the Social Assistance Review Board,I started knitting again to occupy my time in dreary small town and city hotel rooms. Travelling is a deadly way to earn a living.
Yesterday was the Christmas family gathering .The little girls took their gifts home unopened. This morning, smiling photos showed them in their new aprons proudly displaying the Rice Krispie squares they'd made already.
I have not forsworn politics. It has been too long a part of my life.I may have the stomach for it again.
The swaggering youth of our own Prime Minister gives me no comfort.
It's hard to see how the financial mess in the Province will be resolved.
I will sew up more of my fabric stash. Knit up the yarn.
I may master the art of crochet so my great grandchildren can be photographed wearing hats with flowers in pastel colours.Maybe even acquire an interest themselves. Self-sufficiency is a good thing.
I will do what women have always done. Create order amidst chaos in an area where we have control.
Where projects are started and completed and serve a useful and pleasurable purpose.
On Sunday, I held two newborns in my arms . A girl and a boy. Neala and Grayson are tenth and eleventh members of the fourth generation of my family. There will be others and photos to put time into perspective.
For them, to-days news will be lost in the mist of history. Like the French and American Revolutions and later the American Civil War was to my own generation.
It's the best we can anticipate.
In the meantime,
'Tis once again, the season to be jolly.
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