When you knit on a shawl and the rows get longer and longer, you don’t have tons of progress photos. (but I’m loving the process anyhow)
Throwback to our old yard in Illinois. Neighbor Mary, on the left. Zach eating snow, Huck in the pack, and Allison enjoying …….WINTER . If I could have seen the future, I’d not have believed it. I prefer life with surprises, or I accept that it is a path of surprises.
Seeing Hucky was extra sweet yesterday. It was warm enough for Fireman and I to walk a bit at the Lake. Dare I mention that some crazies were out on the ice/near open water, fishing? Anyhow, someone was walking their senior golden, Riley. His sweetness overcame us. I asked Fireman yet again, Can we get a golden? He said yet again, no. I know better than to push this issue. In some ways, I don’t even want to. The path is full of surprises, some good, some that stretch and pull us ….like it or not.
I am so disgusted with the news. I have always admired Dick Durbin and I knew he’d give us a truthful account of words said and sentiments felt after a White House meeting yesterday. If I could have seen the future, I’d not have believed it.
What can I do? I can keep volunteering to make my little world a better place, I can try to mend family fences, I can reach out to those who are hurting, and I can pray. I remind myself, the President is not God. I can look for the light in these dark American times and I can hope that the people who feel as I do, will prevail.