Not listening to the news

No, not me. I don’t find that it does anything but upset me or make me really aggravated. I certainly have no interest in all the talking heads rehashing the same information over and over and …. It does mean that I miss the occasional positive story. But I can get those from skimming the headlines from the San Francisco Chronicle or the New York Times. Honestly? I don’t care about sports player trades either… I am paying attention to what I can do in my local community, if there is something on which I can make a difference. Realistically, right now there isn’t much. Most of the organizations around here either are looking for individuals to do things that are physically outside my abilities (loading cars or bags at the county food bank), or are completely mindless (stuffing envelopes).

Maybe I should sign up to be a poll worker in November?

Anyway, while looking for one thing this afternoon I found three others that are going to find a home with someone else. And I did find what I was looking for – so it is a win all around. With all that good energy, I also cleared one shelf and started on another.

Then went back to stitching. I made great progress on the Owl –

and I should be able to finish him up tomorrow…..

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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