This morning we'd be driving 🚘 into Hanford to visit Holland's Uncle George ❤️, & cousin Brenda 😘 … then over to Hobby Lobby, where I'm hoping to find skeins of needed yarn to finish my WIP 🤞 - the black, red, yellow, & green won't be hard to find, but the pink ombre & sparkly white only shows up during the Fall & Winter holiday season: I hope there will be some left to snag.
Holland wasn't snapping the whip to be out of the house at dawn, so I had time to put some color on my face 😊
Neither the highway …
… nor the freeway were very busy, so we were able to make good time.
We spent about an hour at George's, and around noon Brenda asked if we'd be staying for lunch: we both passed - with Holland saying, "Thanks, but I have to take Val over to the yarn barn …" & Brenda said, "What? Where's the Yarn Barn?" I started laughing, and said, "It's the Hobby Lobby store - but he calls it the yarn barn." And with laughter trailing, we parted with hugs all around.
I did get to Hobby Lobby - and left empty handed because the yarn aisles had significantly shrunk to 2; and those were pathetic offerings. So, Holland drove me across the way to Michaels Craft & Art Store, where I found skeins of black, red, yellow, & green; but again the pink ombre & sparkly white were nowhere in sight. When I climbed into Betsy's cab & saw Holland was struggling with pain, I said, "If I have to, I can just put this project aside until holiday yarn hits the shelves again next Fall. I have yarn for other projects to keep my busy." He said we'll be going back into Hanford again to take care of some 4x maintenance, and maybe I can find what I need at Wal*Mart there. Maybe.
An hour on the road every day doesn't bother me, and if that works best for Holland pain-wise, I'm 100% agreeable if that works for him: it’s not about doing it all in one fell swoop … it’s about finding peace in unhurried ways that make each day feel warm and whole. And, the back and forth drives can be counted as a getting out of the house activity for me 👌
Back home, the yarn was stashed until needed.
And when I went online, I saw I had a PM waiting - I opened it … and couldn't believe what I was reading 😳 It was from a redheaded nutcase Bob & I had cut out of our life, 10 years ago. The angry tirade was inexcusable. The message was inappropriate. The unwanted intrusion was highly inflammatory. I debated for several minutes the best way to respond 🤔 How the heck was he able to jump my safety precautions? No one can access my FB Page without my consent - how was he able to tap my Page and harass me with his craziness? I could have shot an angry reply back at him. I could have singed his ears with the same intensity of the twisted PM. I could have reported him to the FB Team. Instead, I surprised myself by calmly erasing the crazy talk PM, and blocking him. He won't be able to jump that safety precaution.
Holland stretched out and napped for a while, and I worked a few muscles before starting supper:
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As I was bustling around the kitchen, my husband shocked me by asking me if I wanted a little Christmas tree. What on earth? Christmas does not bring out warm and fuzzy feelings in him - he hasn't said anything about the little bit of Christmas I spread around the house … but I know he's not into the festivities, so I keep it light and sparse. All I can think of is the string of twinkle lights hung along the length of the kitchen push out, & lending December leftover vibes all year long when I plug them in, must be working on him, to loosen him up a bit. A little lit tree 🎄?
Not this year - but maybe next year 👩❤️💋👨
There’s something so special about living a quiet little life. Slow mornings, simple joys, and settled routines that bring us more happiness than we could have imagined.
Last night, I managed to finish that Clive Cussler book 📖 I've struggled 😑 to finish; so, tonight I'll start a new one - hopefully 🙏 this one won't be a hassle to get through:
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