making extremes “SING!”

Certainty in a reality of making extremes “SING!”

Doesn’t that sound like an odd thing to say?

Today I’m certain of a few things. My dog loves me. My husband and I are ok. Our son is ok. My husband sings off key, but he’s singing his heart out to free XM radio. We have a small chicken. I have a pkg of noodles, some onions, and a big bowl full of greens from my yard.

Aside from relationships, there isn’t a lot that is certain these days. THAT is the reality of our lives. Even those can teter on the brink of ‘ify.’

We can’t depend of government benifits because the system is so strained it doesn’t work. forclosure was pushed back for a while. We have just enough money to pay our utilities each month and eat. Anything else is a gift from the Universe. One other thing that is clear is that we have to say self employed, not unemployed, because there aren’t going to be any jobs for us for a long time. Honestly, I’ve given up looking. I’m focused instead on foraging and going forward. I simply don’t know what else to do.

Future needs loom really big and menancing and I’m praying as hard as I can to ward them off. Teeth that need fixing, shoes, glasses, dr checks…things that haven’t been handled in so long I’ve lost count of years… let alone months and days.

My sweet son is going to be 16 on the 4th. We have nothing to give him, but his sister sent a gift and fullfilled his want in the current moment. He’s happy. He’s also reading his book a friend gave him at Yule and loving it.

I’m working on a new shawl to sell – a black one. I’m also working on another plarn bag. I don’t know if it will sell, but I’m hoping so. Then I will hit the needles and make wrist warmers as people want to buy them.

Some things are good, and some things aren’t, but we are making it through THIS day. When does extreme poverty start and stop? I don’t know. I like to think as long as we can and do SING, we won’t experience bad extremes. They are kept at bay.

As Ruby Dews from the movie Cold Mountain was fond of saying . . . “well, al’right then.”

And it is . . . al’right.

OMG how could I forget? I have a new grandson!

Born on January 29th, 2012 – Haskell Auden Westbrooks. Firstborn son to Vanessa Bertollini and Kelly Westbrooks. Birthplace, CALIFORNIA.

About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, cooking, music, bird watching, herbs, and gardening. I am passionate about YHWH the Elohim of all the earth. I believe it's our responsibility to tend that earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in laughter, and the power of combined prayer. I am a true homebody. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. They are all grown. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, and I have a spoiled service dog and 2 rescued cats. Right now, there is balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I would rather not do my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina which I ended up leaving for my husband to sell. I'm a two-time caregiver. My husband and I are separated due to stroke complications and personality difficulties. I am in Texas now. The one place on earth I said I'd never go unless Yah moved me there and HERE I AM! G and I are sharing a small apartment and so far, things are going well.

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