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What’s Normal?

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Life is assuming a normal rhythm after a difficult summer. But what is normal? Mum has gone, summer is waning, Hubs has gone walking and Benji Dog has a sore head! I seem to be overcome with the urge to sort out everything. Now this is NOT normal! I have discarded most of my clothes, no not the ones I’m wearing!. I have sent six bags of older clothes to local charity shops. The ( spare ) wardrobe can now breath. I haven’t even started on the main wardrobe.

Hubs has gone on a long planned holiday with the ” boys” I use that word in the loosest sense. He has been lovely this summer whilst I retired to my cave to mourn. He even bought a new spare bed when the Grand children found it didn’t work as a trampoline. This is maybe what has given me the urge to sort everything out or maybe it’s a reaction to loosing Mum.

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Benji dog had a visit to the vet yesterday at vast expense. It’s seems that whilst running through undergrowth up the hill he has torn the skin on his forehead and got an infection. He’s very sad but I’m not sure if that’s because Hubs has left him behind or he feels sorry for himself.

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I have been looking for my craft mojo and think that I might have found it, probably hiding under the broken bed. I have found mountains of wool. Well not found it, I always knew it was there. I have collected it all together and sorted out a new project for when the current one is finished. I have put it all into one of those bags where you suck the air out for storage. OK the Hoover sucks it out!

Whilst clearing out the wardrobe and looking for my craft mojo I accidentally weighed myself. I will say now more just bring on the lettuce. Now THAT is normal!

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My Mum

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Its been a little quiet on the blogging front this past few weeks. As regular readers will know my Sis and I have been sitting with Mum as she faded away. Well she died last Friday in a quiet and dignified way. I will miss her forever.

Not wanting to be gloomy I have reminisced with Sis and we have enjoyed each other’s company. Not only that but we have enjoyed a cream cake every day as well! I now find that I’m slowly wanting / needing to craft, knit, create. I think that I’ve found my craft mojo so thank you Mum for showing me how!

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Mother love. There’s nothing like it whether you’re the Mother or the Child. ( wasn’t I a lovely child?!)

Bye Mum! Good night and God bless.

Au Revoir not Good Bye

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Dear blogging friends I am so sorry that I have been bloggless these last couple of weeks. Life has been difficult as I sit with my Mum during her last days. Its been a good time to remember and  reminisce with my sister. Also an opportunity to reflect and plan (I’m a great planner).Mum is still with us but only in body. We try to rejoice in the fantastic life that she has had and laugh at the good memories that we have of her.

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Mum was is a Leo star sign and has always loved cuddly toys. Leo the Lion above has watched over her and been cuddled by her these long last few months.
The quilted cushion behind Leo is one that I  made whilst on a cruise a few years ago. I have lost my crafty mojo at the moment but I am sure that I will find it again soon.
So, for now dear blogging friends I will not say good bye but au revoir. See you soon.

She Made It!

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Well my Mum turned 90 this last week! She has now officially lived longer than any of her Six siblings. Well done Mum! On her actual special day she was very happy to hear “Happy Birthday” sung by her 2 daughters ( me and Sis), her 3 Grandchildren and 3 Great Grandchildren.

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imageWe met friends in Chester on Friday who we met on the last cruise. We had afternoon tea in a restaurant by the River Dee. Top location and top company.

Today I met up with Girl friends and we had a Champagne lunch in the Grosvenor Hotel Chester. I could get used to this life.

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Stories from the past

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In psychiatry, confabulation (verb: confabulate) is a memory disturbance, defined as the production of fabricated, distorted or misinterpreted memories about oneself or the world, without the conscious intention to deceive.

Sitting with Mum continues. I keep taking my knitting and not knitting. I take my book and don’t read and I don’t take her flowers and she tells me off! It’s all part of the big picture. She managed to tell me that she should write a book! I wish she had as all the real memories have gone, confused with the passing of time, its very difficult to dissect the truth from the confusion.

Next week Mum will be 90 so it will be cake and celebration.

I found time to re stock my Etsy shop – I’ve not been there for a long time. I only managed to list one item. Then sold it straight away! Yipeeee!

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During. the last few days I have been sitting with my Mum.

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Mum is 90 in a few days. Last night I looked after my Grandson. GRANDSON IS 9 years old.

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Mum is dying Grandson has his life to come.
I have been overwhelmed with it all and life feels like a great big beautiful rainbow. Grandchildren at one end and Mum at the other end.
What a rainbow Mum has travelled over! Just a few achievemets in her rainbow:
She was the 7th child of the 7th child. The luckiest place to be.
She has had 3 children
She was married to a wonderful man.
She only had the one lover – my Dad.
She road a tandem bike.
She worked in a psychiatric hospital.
She sang a lot.
She was stubborn.
She got into trouble at school because she couldn’t spell Egypt.
She could sing the Welsh National anthem in Welsh (but hardly ever went to Wales)
She taught me to knit and stitch.
She looked after me even as an adult.
Mum road a bike to work for 20+ years.
She travelled extensively. Even asking yesterday could she go to Blackpool.
She wove willow baskets to protect glass carbouys as her part of the second World War effort.
Mum loved life.
Mums rainbow was her rainbow. The secret of life seems to be enjoy your rainbow.

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Knitting on the Needles

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Well the current project is growing reasonably quickly. This has been helped along by going to craft group today and knitting for two solid hours. Plus I took it along with me when I visited my Mum yesterday. Mum used to be a great knitter and craft woman. I was showing her my work in progress when she explained that knitting “had left her”. I know exactly what she means and I think at nearly 90 years old this is hardly surprising! I’m just happy that she knit and sewed all my younger life. I think that this has instilled the desire to craft in me. So it’s onwards and upwards I go knitting, sewing, reducing stash, buying more stash and generally enjoying crafting.

I am a little disappointed with how dark this garment is turning out. For some unknown reason I thought that it was a more silver grey! Still maybe when teamed up with a bright colour it will look ok! Bring on pink or yellow or bright blue or all three!

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Maybe Mothering Wednesday

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Here we go again…. Sorry to be late with this blog but life is so busy ( excuses excuses!) Anyhow here we are, we’ve made it this far!

For this year’s Mothering Sunday I made my Lovely Mum a photo album of her, and her family. I have to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed wading through hundreds of old photographs. The original idea was to reduce the number of pictures and make some storage space. In reality I could hardly bear to throw many out. I had a lovely time sorting, remembering and gluing in the pictures. I used one fab album, two sticks of Glue and loads of time.

Mum was much more delighted than I could have hoped. Her long term memory is sharp, she knew who everyone in the photographs and we shared a giggle. Hopefully the album will provide a conversation point in the future and a long term memory of happy days, a happy life and a wonderful Mum. Happy Mothering Day every day.

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Glass Half Full

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Hello Lovelies!

I am so pleased that I am a ” glass half full ” sort of a person as January has been a particularly difficult month somehow feeling dark and long.

My lovely Mum was stuck in hospital over Christmas and into the New Year because following a fall, the care home where she had lived happily for the previous five years felt that they could no longer “meet her needs”.  I was very upset about this at first but set about finding her another home. In fairness she does now need a home that provides more nursing.

This week saw her finally settled, and reasonably happy, in the new home. This home is a large old building set in lovely countryside. It has huge beautiful windows and lovely grounds. They have craft afternoons each week so guess who will help out?

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As January progressed my Soldier son smashed his ankle whilst on an assault course. It is a particularly nasty fracture which the surgeon called “category F” you work out the F! The long term prognosis is OK but will be a long haul recovery. Thank God for medical science.

In the mean time small Grandson fell downstairs hurting his shoulder. He was rushed to hospital but could wave at the nurse when asked! Kids!

Hubs has been laid low with what I called Man Flu but did turn out to be a particularly nasty virus. He’s well on the mend now,thank goodness, as he can resume dog walking duties.

In the midst of all this I went on a craft course which, hopefully, will allow me to teach crafts on cruises! More about that later. Life is certainly not dull so last night found me in the local village pub toasting the next month in and goodbye to miserable January!

Cheers! This glass is still half full!

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Making a Baby (not a real one!)

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I’m sorry that I’ve not communicated with you this week dear friends. I have been particularly stressed with life events, as you do.

My lovely Mum has been in hospital for some time following a fall. Hospital visiting can be very stressful especially when she is so disorientated. The care home, where she has lived happily for the past four years, have refused to let her go back as they ” can no longer meet her needs”. This is after we were reassured a few months ago that she could live there until she died. The home, Holcroft Grange, CLS, Culcheth have seriously let her down. We are now searching for another more careing home whilst she sits sad and lonely in the corner of the hospital ward.

My brave soldier son has smashed his ankle this week. He’s deflecting all sympathy and awaiting a scan and a reconstruction. My first instinct was to dash the 200 miles and hug him better. I finally decided this was not what he would want and visited my Mum instead.

My third, and hopefully final trauma, was a panic phone call when Gorgeous Grandson fell downstairs. The dash to A and E revealled no damage and all was well! Phew!

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I de stressed at home by making a baby doll for a project next weekend (more about that another time). She’s made from a sock and took me around 60 minutes to make. She’s not hungry as she’s stuffed with rice and she’s no trouble at all.

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