SPRING; AND WINGS ON MY FEET

10 months out of the year are filled with memories of my life with Bob: 44 years worth of memories.

And those memories begin with the middle of March 1974; ending with the middle of December 2018.

The memories aren’t so raw, and they don’t tear my heart to ribbons anymore … but those 10 months are still hard to get through – with only 2 months of recuperation time.

So, this morning, like every morning since March arrived, I woke up and just laid in bed for a few minutes – lethargic in body and deliberately sluggish in thought: delaying the inevitable, and psyching myself into meeting the day head-on.

I can't wait until weather permits travel further afield – road trips help me deal with the memory onslaughts. All of my memories with Bob are good ones; that's why they hurt my heart so much when inactivity is prolonged.

Just as I was about to throw the covers back and force myself into action … the phone rang. I answered, and heard a familiar voice ask me, “Are you awake?” I said I was. The next question – probably prompted by my sluggish reply, was, “Are you dressed?” I said I wasn’t … but I could get dressed. David said, “Okay then: meet me at Mary’s for breakfast”. I said, “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll meet you there.”

David is an old friend. 

I’ve known David since the Summer of 1966.

David knew both Bob and I – in fact, it was David who first introduced the two of us to each other in 1974. Doug threw us together in March of 1974 … but David was playing match-maker weeks before that fateful March meeting.

David has been a part of my life for longer than Bob was: he was a part of my life with Bob; and he is a good friend to me now that Bob is no longer a part of either of our lives.

Good friends are good medicine 😉

We talked while we ate; we talked about everything, and anything. He said he’d read on my FB Page (before the FB Team 86’d me for 3 days), that I have been getting out and about, kicking off my new year daytrips. He gave me tips on longer road trip adventures (I appreciated that info). He encouraged me to get braver about broadening my solo lobo road excursions – and while I am not yet ready to travel specific highway routes on my own … his faith in my ability to do so, bolstered me to think I can, at some point 😊

He knows me.

He knew the go-getter woman I was before December 2018: he knows I am still that go-getter woman. He did what Bob always did: he encouraged me to try my wings.

We sat and drank coffee, and talked long past our breakfast dishes being taken away. It felt good for the two of us to have an honest-to-God convo without skirting around issues with political correctness footsie byplay.

When we got to the parking lot, he showed me where the 4-wheel app in the car is located, and how to employ it (Bob left Earth before he could explain it to me – and the car’s handbook is useless to me). I am thankful! That will come in hand, on a few of the adventures I am hoping to undertake 😉

Breakfast with David - he showed me where the 4-wheel app is.

After we said our goodbyes and headed in opposite directions of the highway; I came home and changed my shoes for my hiking shoes.

The day was too beautiful, and warm, to waste indoors.

Hoping to see baby ducks; walking to work off the breakfast calories.

Baby ducks would fit in nicely with my Spring thoughts.

Ducks - no babies - and birdsong in the air.

Hooded Merganser pair.

Hooded Merganser's: their pointy little heads are eye-catching.

Mated duck pairs' domesticity.

A bird's nest in a treetop.

A frog courting chorus …

Church-with-a steeple Birdhouse across the slough ...

Beautiful blue sky with 'smoke signal' clouds. LOL

The 'honeycomb' school must be opened for school days.

A budding ornamental Cherry Tree.

White duck.

Sounds of spring; grass being mowed and birdsong ...

A kiddie-sized putting green put a smile on my lips, when I saw it; the parent’s have a future Spring dream 😉

It was a good day.

Now, I will spend the evening working on another preemie baby blanket I started last night:

MOD Preemie Baby Blanket

It is a nice sunny Spring color to wrap a Spring baby in 😉

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.

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/03/life-unfolding.html)

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.

NO!

Well … it didn’t take long.

I had just posted – my finger had not yet left the tab!

And this popped up: Your post goes against our Community Standards on misinformation that could cause physical harm.

No one else can see your post.

We encourage free expression, but don't allow false information about COVID-19 that could contribute to physical harm.

You can't post or comment for 3 days

This is because 3 of your previous posts didn't follow our Community Standards.

I had already been dealing with an earlier FB message that was self-righteously annoying – the last one, from the FB {team} could well be the proverbial “straw” that breaks the camel’s back.

Debating whether to keep FB, or let it go.

Friends are afraid of covid.

Churches are running scared, and insisting on masks - rather than trusting in the God they claim they preach.Children under 2 years old should not wear masks or cloth face coverings. Also, anyone who has trouble breathing or who is unconscious, incapacitated, or unable to remove the mask or cloth face covering without help should not wear one ~ January 5^th, 2021 – most of the government rules make no sense.

(https://www.federalregister.gov/documents/2021/02/03/2021-02340/requirement-for-persons-to-wear-masks-while-on-conveyances-and-at-transportation-hubs)

Aimless Scriptures did not apply.

There was no point in pointing out errs.

Not seeing God in the churches today.

FB tyranny; people have a desire to live – not to be hemmed in by politically enhanced fear.

So, I will post this “offensive post” here:

●"If I get vaccinated can I stop wearing a mask(s)?"

Government: "NO"

●"If I get vaccinated will the restaurants, bars, schools, fitness clubs, hair salons, etc. reopen and will people be able to get back to work like normal?

Government: "NO"

●"If I get vaccinated will I be resistant to COVID?"

Government: "Maybe. We don't know exactly, but probably not."

●"If I get vaccinated, at least I won't be contagious to others - right?"

Government: "NO. the vaccine doesn’t stop transmission."

●"If I get vaccinated, how long will the vaccine last?"

Government: "No one knows. All COVID vaccines are still in the experimental stage."

● "If I get vaccinated, can I stop social distancing?"

Government: "NO"

● "If my parents, grandparents and myself all get vaccinated can we hug each other again?"

Government: "NO"

● "So what's the benefit of getting vaccinated?"

Government: "Hoping that the virus won't kill you."

●"Are you sure the vaccine won't injure or kill me?"

Government: "NO"

●"If statistically the virus won't kill me (99.7% survival rate), why should I get vaccinated?"

Government: "To protect others."

●"So if I get vaccinated, I can protect 100% of people I come in contact with?"

Government: "NO"

● "If I experience a severe adverse reaction, long term effects (still unknown) or die from the vaccine will I (or my family) be compensated from the vaccine manufacture or the Government?"

Government: "NO - the government and vaccine manufactures have zero liability regarding this experimental drug"

So to summarize, the Covid19 "vaccine"...

Does not provide immunity

Does not eliminate the virus

Does not prevent death

Does not guarantee you won’t get it

Does not stop you from passing it on to others

Does not eliminate the need for travel bans

Does not eliminate the need for business closures

Does not eliminate the need for lockdowns

Does not eliminate the need for masking

Your choice, my choice.

Feel free to copy, paste and share...

{We encourage free expression} MY ASS!

They “encourage” as long as it fits their propaganda agendas.

Scientists haven't yet found evidence that the vaccines provide mucosal immunity, someone who is vaccinated and has no symptoms of illness may be carrying the live SARS-CoV-2 virus and spreading it to others when they cough, breath or sneeze ~ February 18^th, 2021

FB is censoring my posts from 3 months ago!

The F-Word is a meaningless word.

The 10 Commandments: mention of the sinful F-word is nowhere in the writ ...

The words God has a problem with ...

You can still get/be infected after you've been vaccinated (https://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/yes-you-should-still-wear-mask-after-covid-19-vaccination-180977054/)

So, Friends, THIS IS WHY I rarely visit you on FB.

I’m too fucking old for a bully babysitter (aka hired 3^rd world county FB team censors) who will slap my hands if I use them, or slap my mouth shut if I speak. I have never allowed anyone to bully me.

WHAT, EXACTLY is FALSE about ANYTHING in the post? According to the most recent vaccine information, ALL of the above post is 100% CORRECT and accurate – they just don’t want you to KNOW that. They don’t want you to have A CHOICE; an informed choice. Informed people are a threat to the yellow underbelly of the obamanites.

I have read the FB “Rules” … and I do believe the {team} is in violation of the harassment and bully rule.

So, piss off, FB {team}.

I will CONTINUE to SPEAK the truth … whether you accept it, or not.

The undisputed conclusion is that covid will never be eradicated … no matter what is done (https://theconversation.com/covid-19-will-probably-become-endemic-heres-what-that-means-146435)

That conclusion means that nothing will ever fully “open” again. We will never see anyone’s full face again. We will forever be screeched at by fearful people acting like overstimulated monkeys. We will never be able to gather, and mingle freely again.

I refuse to live like that; I refuse to shoulder someone else’s fears because they have caved in to fear-mongers.

And people professing to be Christians should know better than to cave into the fearmongering tactics.