How can you mend a broken heart?

I would take a needle and thread and sew it right up. If I could. The hurt is the deepest possible. The loss of a child. Not even born. The mother is a friend of Daughter. Mother-friend learned the news at her doctor appointment yesterday. Daughter told me last night.

Today I think of how to tell children sad news. I think of Daughter trying to explain the death to her own children. I remember having to explain baby death to my children. Unfathomable. But. I remember their confusion. Like, this is not natural. This is wrong. This is out of kilter. How can this be? And. This morning. I am having those same feelings. I want to protect Daughter. I want to physically hold her. This grown-child of mine, I want her back for a little while. To comfort and protect. Just like she will want to protect her children. Oh, that we could. 

In the past few years Mother-friend has buried her father and then her mother. And now. This. This child-loss. 

In my thoughts I keen and make savage noises. I holler the sadness out of my body. Until I am spent. 

I want to wrap my arms around Mother-friend. Let her scream and cry. And grieve the loss of her child. Hold her. Love her. 

Tell her to breathe. Just keep breathing. 

Promised pics...

I attended my first Trunk-or-Treat event yesterday. Our group served ice cream sundaes. After I worked my shift I walked around to check out the trunks, as I had never seen this before. Here is some of what I saw...

Gypsies! 

Hippies!

A cheese-head!

A very pretty fairy!

The sweetest kitty cat. 

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It's a new week. It promises new adventure. I hope you find some, too. 

Picture post.

Recap of the last few days...

Mr. Macho played football at EMCC. Fondly called Scooba Tech. We attended their game Thursday night when they beat ICC 59-13. Go Lions!

Me. And Leo. The Lion.

The wind picked up toward the end of the game. We got chilly. Then it was time to go. Game over. 

(Edit: See the man standing over my left shoulder? In the red sweatshirt? He is that guy. That guy that roared like a lion the en-tire game! Even on his way to and from the bathroom, he roared. He did cartwheels on his way to and from the bathroom. Never got tired. Roar.) 

Friday. Fun day. Shopping with the girl friends. This store goes all out every year with their Christmas decorations. It was holiday explosion!

Saturday. Fire pit. Marshmallows. Yum. 

Saturday. Whitt's #2 birthday party. Sweat Pea had a high time. 

The birthday boy takes a swing at Elmo. 

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Rounded out the weekend at my first Trunk-or-Treat experience. Will post pics tomorrow. 

Peace. 

A little post.

I have begun to teach myself to quilt. I am starting small. Nine squares. I like it. So far. I really needed a new project. No. Really. I think I have been in a creative funk. I walk in circles. When I am in the funk. 

And now? I'm back to walking in a straight line. I am crocheting, again. I might even pick up a piece of charcoal or a paint brush pretty soon. 

I am also beginning to practice keeping my own countenance. The art of staying quiet. I am not good at this. I am better at interrupting and making myself heard. This morning someone in my Bible study group said I looked like I was about to erupt...didn't I want to share? I just said, "no". 

I called someone the wrong name at Wal-Mart this morning. She said hello and kept going. But it was driving me crazy. I knew I had said the wrong name as soon as we passed one another. Thank goodness she needed something on the flour/spice/sugar/oil aisle. That is where I apologized. She said she didn't even hear it. I said it obviously bothered me more than her. Whoops! It was all good in the end. 

We still haven't turned on any heat. Haven't needed it, yet. I am seeing facebook posts about snow and cold weather up north. Tomorrow night we might have a freeze. I think I want to leave the heat off and just pile blankets on the bed. It sounds so cozy. Hot cocoa! That's all I'm saying. 

I will leave you with my final thought for the day...internet shopping is way too easy. 

Do your best. 

Be sweet. 

Good times, man.

Getting the hang of uploading my new iphone snaps. I know I shouldn't take pictures while driving. Be assured that traffic here in the mornings is nearly nonexistent. I will try not to do it in the future. The road between my house and the YMCA was foggy and pretty last Friday morning. Love the sun coming through the trees. It was a little foggier than it looks in the photo.

The road home. 

Friday lunch with Daughter. Mine was a fried green tomato BLT. It was yummy. The slaw was not bad, either. 

I forgot the name of her sandwich. She got the pasta salad and 

potato salad sides. We shared. She gave her's a thumbs up. Edgar's Bakery is a repeatable eatery. 

Friday I realized some success and found that 18 inch invisible zipper. Daughter directed me to a new-to-me fabric store, Sew Delightful. I will return to that spot. Good fabric selection. Saturday I finished the sleep sack I was working on. A gift for the first baby of Daughter's college roommate. 

Miss Thang at the Kentuck Festival. She liked riding the yellow school bus from our parking spot to the festival sight. 

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Word this morning is that the tummy bug has struck at Daughter's house. The Super Carrot is down for the count. Here's hoping that the buck stops there and no-one else is struck with the 'epizootie'. (Thanks to our friend, Squirrel, for the medical terminology.)

On the move. Be sweet. 

Black and Gold.

It is Homecoming tonight. Our beloved Trojans will play one of the toughest teams in the division, if not the toughest. Who made the schedule? Anyway. Finally we have football temps. It was 48 degrees when we woke up this morning. Brrrr. I am still wearing shorts and t-shirts. I haven't taken out fall clothes. Yet. Perhaps this will be on my agenda for the weekend.

What is surely on my agenda is a big pot of chili tomorrow!! Yum. I like to cook it for hours. Also, we have lots of small branches that need to be burned. I think we will put our little fire pit to good use and get rid of that pile of kindling out in the yard. When it burns down to coals we might just light some marshmallows up and enjoy! Gooey. Warm. Slightly charred on the outside. Score!

One by one my pumpkin decorations have grown beards and started to rot. I don't know pumpkins. I guess they were out in the weather too long before I bought them. One by one they are making their way to my compost. My Thanksgiving cacti are  looking rather healthy right now. No buds. But healthy. I do hope they bloom.

Today? Today I am on the hunt for some slacks that fit. And hunting for that 18 inch zipper. Will travel far and wide in the search. I'll let you know if I find success.
Be sweet.

Keys.

I am feeling slightly recuperated from the weekend. Yesterday I was on a roll...workout at the gym, washing clothes, changing sheets, scrubbing bathrooms... I found a good stopping point in the early afternoon to get in the necessary shower so I could run to the local dollar store for a few small items. On my way out I got distracted putting this and that away. I had my phone and credit card in my hand, I thought, "lock the door" - and I did. That is when I realized that my keys were still hanging inside the house. Now. I haven't locked myself out in a long time. And. When I do - Mr. Macho is never readily available. And so. Thank goodness I had my cell phone...he couldn't be home for an hour. I just sat myself on my nice back porch, enjoyed the breeze, prayed a little, surfed my phone aps, and before long Mr. M. was there and all was well with the world. I will figure out how to not do that again. I promise. Once again, I am very thankful for my back porch. The air was pleasant and I was safe from the mosquitoes.

Monday night dance lessons left both of us worn out. All good.

Today I had the pleasure of babysitting Millie, again. She is learning to smile. It was sweet. Very little fussing after an episode of hiccups. She took a bottle and fell asleep. Easy. Peasy. Daughter-in-law stopped and picked up lunch on her way home. I enjoyed eating and visiting with her.

More clean sheets on beds today. More clean bathrooms. More is better.
Be sweet.