I am so sorry about the delay getting this picture to you. Machinery never seems to run with me but away from me....but any way is this not beautiful........Not to do anything to give anyone's idenity away on the internet BUT this little lady's name is Whitewings and she is a Parkinson's patient from Wisconsin who wrote me "Here's my baby. I know you'll take good care of here. It was a joy working on the panel and thanks so much for doing the organization for PLM. Take care and Best Wishes"
This is totally my pleasure. I will save these until I receive 16 and then send them to the National Parkinson Disease Foundation http://support.pdf.org/quilt Our plan are to keep our panels together when being displayed. and if any time we end up with an odd amount of panels we will make enough for another full quilt.. You may follow our ongoing success by visiting my personal page under Charlene Pryor. We are so excited to participate in this project and invite anyone to join in with us. through panels or just donations. There is another way you can join in....Post a comment and give me ideas that you would like to see or thanks you would like passed on.....love Pokie
When all things seem to be sliding down hill or "Going South" as someone said recently on the site, I begin to get very depressed which is very much not like me. An unusual number of my friends are taking a turn for the worse this winter, The Winter From Hell. and yet I have made some amazing friends to spur me on. one wrote last week on his blog,"Weakness is not an attractive word. but there can be depth in the damaged soul, breadth in the battered body, and toughness in the tested and troubled mind." Isn.t that beautiful? R. Kuhn wrote this in one of his recent articles in his blog Positive Parkinson's and today that was just what I needed to hear.
For days the mountains in front of me have been getting higher and higher. I am taking new seizure meds that are just kicking ***.I have to take it or seize and when I take it I get light headed and head for my ever faithful recliner where yesterday I spent the whole day out like a light. This would be fine if I lived by myself but I am suppose to be taking care of myself and my mom who is 84. No way...There was plenty of food stocked up in the refrigerator and the television was on a good channel with lots of news, so I am sure she wandered in and out all day questioning wither I was among the living or dead and still was not sure when she heard me snore. I woke up late yesterday with my cat laying on my chest with his arms around my neck licking my chin. I guess I had scared him to death and he sure did me no good either. So now I realize I have a Seizure Cat Buggar. Is this possible? Could be. I know he never leaves my side.
Number two on my list for weeks has been my printer. It seems like everything else around here,seems to have decided that in order to survive one must do what you can when you can. My printer has decided to do nothing when I want it to and yet when I dose off it prints something I don't want. So as of today it is history. I will now take pictures with my camera and download them straight to my laptop. Little did it know who it was dealing with. I'll just unplug it and let it pout in the corner while I carry on.
I really don't have it so bad but some days I sure tell myself I do. and then like the printer I need time out to get things straightened out. My weaknesses or not as bad as I think nor or my bones broken. I have a multitude of friends who keep me smiling at all times I could be worse,"I'm in time out and what inning did you say it was?" Love ya Pokie
I grew up in a college town in Southeast Missouri in the late forties. We were a modest family. No one ever discussed it but we knew we weren't rich. We had cousins who lived in St.Louis that must have been rich because their Christmas presents always came in Famous Barr Red Boxes. I saved these boxes and when my friends had birthdays during the year I would be sure they were given something that fit into a Red Famous Barr Box. We saved the small things for worse times and thats what we should be doing now.Hopefully we all won't have to live through a natural disaster, but does it hurt to be prepared to save YOUR family if one happens?What are your grandkids going to eat and drink for a week while the Government takes care of itself first.. Have you got a spare closet? Could you store a week supply of water in gallon milk jugs?....One per Day. How about some candles and matches batteries and radio?
Learn a new old plan "Take Care of Your Own". Are you watching the Haitians? They had nothing and are going out in the middle of fields and sitting up some sort of shelter to huddle under. God bless this mother of seven, who lost four and had three left and was squaring off in the corner of a field so they all knew where each other were.
No matter how much I fuss, my mother cannot throw anything away. I throw containers in the trash upstairs and she takes my trash out and sorts it and washes every discarded container and brings them back into the basement. When I head off to town for groceries, she brings them back upstairs and we start the cycle all over again. Crazy maybe, BUT my mom was one of ten kids.......... five, boys five girls who grew up during the Depression. Their father was an unemployed carpenter and their mother was disabled most of her life due to a open leg wound..
If there is anything I know, it is how to stock pile, cook and can...prepare for the worse day you could ever have and come out having a good time. This country needs to stop waiting for the government bailout.....the government will bailout the government...My.Grandma always said, "Straighten up, stop sniffling and do something...Love Pokie
This is a beautiful idea especially for someone in a wheel chair. I am an ex farmer and gardener who is going to try this this summer..love Pokie Read the Article at HuffingtonPost
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Recipe for a Happy New Year
one husband
one wife
children
one bible for each
one home
generous portion of prayer
one pkg. of work
one pkg. of play together
one portion of patience
one portion of understanding
one portion of forgiveness
one small paddle
one gallon kisses with blended hugs
Mix thoroughly and sprinkle with a large amount of awareness. Bake in moderate oven of everyday life, using as fuel all of the grudges and past unpleasantness. Cool. Turn out on a platter of cheerfulness. Garnish with tears, and laughter in large helpings....Serve God.
