Wedding Song - God Knew That I Needed You

Wednesday, March 10, 2021

MY ISSUES WITH THE COVID MADNESS

People have accused me of being a covid denier.

I am not a covid denier.
The “scientific evidence” has proven that masks don’t make any noticeable difference; That FACT is undisputable, despite the continual political spiel.

My FB Page and my Blogspot Blog are being flagged and censored.

Censorship is not okay with me.

I have been treated like a criminal for the past 12 months … while trying to rebuild a life following my initiation into widowhood 26 months/25 days/4 hours, 35 minutes ago.

My issues with the demonrat covid madness are valid.

The obamanite cartel (that wouldn't hesitate to murder an unwanted baby) doesn’t know what the hell they are doing when it comes to covid – the goal post is moved every hour, on the hour – with more ridiculous bullshit being broadcast in every direction.

And they are shamelessly using covid deaths to further obama’s agenda: they are literally so infatuated with that rabid racist and his twisted freakshow politics; that they are willing to destroy America, and American’s, to do it.

Well … I refuse to be cowed/hamstrung.

The obamanite communists in DC do not run my life.

I have the right to state what those issues are/why I have them.

I am an American; and a human being, with God-given rights.

And I resent the hell out of being browbeat into agreeing with a situation and an issue I do not – and will not – agree with.

It may be time to step away from ALL social media outlets.

The obamanite cartel is not the first ramrod outfit I have dealt with in my 64 years of life. Strong-arm tactics are always employed by bullies: and I never back down to bullies.

I am a survivor from waaaay back.

((((I)))) will make decisions for MY life: no one else gets to do that!



I will make those decisions based on the information ((((I)))) gather and research to MY satisfaction.

Period. 

End of story.

MOD PREEMIE BABY BLANKET

MOD Preemie Baby Blanket Finished. Pink & White Striped.

The weather has warmed up … but I see that snowflakes are in the forecast for Monday; it looks like March intends to roar like a lion from beginning to end

Be that as it may – Spring is on my mind 😊

Daffodils, babies, and garden plans are what I think of when Spring comes around.

I keep hoping when I check the mail box, that I will have a package waiting for me; and every day I am disappointed to see that my seed packets have yet to arrive – I’d like to get some transplants started, soon.

I called and asked Harley to come again, and look my printer over this afternoon; when he left it was working … I hope it keeps working. I really rely on that thing – not just for papers that need to be scanned or copied off and mailed off: but, I need papers printed from saved documents too, and I have not been able to do that since my solo lobo life started 26 months ago. If Bob were still here, he would know what to do to get it up and running when it gets temperamental. But Bob is not here in the flesh, anymore, and I have to depend on strangers to help me (when they can fit me in) – and hope they will not rip me off.

Before Harley arrived, I moved all the geranium bins into the chilly sunshine:

Geraniums are getting some sunshine.

And noticed that the new potted daffodils I bought last payday, have opened up; they are a two-tone hybrid. I love daffodils – I never have enough of them around me.

And the chives are putting out new growth, too.

New daffodils have burst into bloom ...
Chives are greening up.

The blooming daffodils brought to mind the Spring of 1974, when Bob and I first started dating – it was in April, and the daffodils and pussy willows were blooming. We were driving out West Skamokawa, when we came to where an old homestead used to be: the entire field, as far as you could see, was full of daffodils that had naturalized over the decades. I mentioned how I loved to see the sunny splashes of color when daffodils appear in the Spring … and Bob stopped the pickup right there and walked out into that field to gather an armload of daffodils for me. For the rest of our backroads excursion, the pickup cab was pleasantly pungent with his gift of love.

West Valley, Skamokawa. This picture was taken in August of 2019 - the daffodils had stopped blooming, and foloage had died back.

When I got back inside, I sat in Bob’s recliner (mine, now), and watched eagles soaring high into the clouds.

I wondered if Bob was watching them too: he always liked watching eagles … and he rides the clouds now. I smiled to think he’d have a birds-eye-view, now 😉

“They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles – they shall run, and not be weary)/they shall walk, and not faint.” Isaiah 40:31

I had time too, to repot the Angel Wing clippings that were outgrowing their rooting containers; these Angel Wings will be one of my Fall Bazaar offerings – I will be scouting for better pots to transplant them again, into.

Repotted Angel Wings into salvaged and washed butter containers.
Angel Wing Begonia in blossom.

After Harley was paid, and left; I finished up the preemie baby blanket I had designed (pattern follows; pretty simple and quick), and have been working on all week; they will be donated to the Caring Pregnancy Center. I am focusing on preemie size right now …

==MOD PREEMIE BABY BLANKET

Size: 32” x 32” square

Materials: 10.5-ounce skein Bernat Baby Sport yarn; # 6 American knitting needles (Straight ser & circular); tapestry needle

Terms used:

K = knit

CO = cast on

g. st = garter stitch (knit each row)

inc = increase

sts = stitches

dec = decrease


With straight needles, CO 2 sts; k 1, inc next st

Work in garter st, *inc 1 st at beginning of every row*.

Change color every 3rd row: carry yarn up the side of work in progress.

When there are 100 sts on needle, change to circular needle – and continue in * to * pattern, until there are 224 sts on needle.

Begin dec rows with next row, as follows: *dec 1 st (k 2 sts together) at beginning of every row* (changing to straight needles when there are 100 sts on needle) – until 2 sts remain on needle. EO

MOD Preemie Baby Blanket started on straight needles to 100 sts count; sts moved to circular needle.
MOD Preemie Baby Blanket; two-thirds of the way in length.
MOD Preemie Baby Blanket. Rounding the return ends.
Starting a yellow one tomorrow.

Blanket finished/stored with the preemie gowns and caps ... and the promise of a renewed printer in the spare room; I settled in for a relaxing read, with a cup of hot cocoa and new Sackett novel 😉

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll make return trip to Castle Rock to check and see if those seed potatoes have finally arrived.