Birth and Death

Today is my granddaughter Camerons' birthday. She turned 15 today. She is a gorgeous girl, just full of life. Of course, she is busy, busy, busy. I spent most of Saturday running her from Masonic Temple to Masonic Temple. She looked great in her gown! She was installed as Senior Princess Saturday afternoon. I always love watching the ceremony. She just smiles and smiles. Makes my day.

But I also got a call from my husbands cousin telling us that Uncle Bill passed away this morning. He has been sick for awhile and we all knew it was just a matter of time. So Uncle Bill, where ever you are, I know you are happy and free. I want to tell you how much you will be missed but I understand that you are in a better place. Your faith, your love of life, will always be remembered.

God bless you.

Yart Sale!

Well I joined the Yarters yesterday. I have marked down everything in my shop 50%! So if you are interested in buying any of those darling clothes for your dolly just come visit me and buy lots and lots of outfits really cheap! I will leave these items marked down until June 21st when they will go back to regular price. Come shop with me!

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Who lost two children?

That was his next question. I turned and looked at darling daughter. "I have," she said quietly.

He said, "I see bookends. Like one was early and then maybe your last child."

"No, it was my second to last pregnancy. I lost my very first child and the second to last."

He pauses for a moment and looks at her. "Did you have a sick child? Something was wrong with one?"

"My last pregnancy. My daughter had a heart problem."

He waves his hands in the air and says, "Well the last child you lost says you need to stop worrying about her. She is fine now. She took care of that for you. She was with her the whole time. In fact, she is her guardian angel. She says the pain in your side will go away if you quit worrying about her."

Darling daughter didn't know what to say apparently, so she said sat quietly.

We sat in silence for about a minute before he spoke again. I studied him while he closed his eyes. He seemed to listening to something or someone. He would open his eyes and stare between the two of us with this glazed look. His eyes almost looked cloudy and you could tell he was somewhere else. Sometimes during the reading, he would take his left hand and rub his knee. Other times, he would rub his two palms of his hands together or pinch his forefinger and thumb together and rub them. I particularly liked how his ears seem to drop an inch when he was in this deep trance of his.

"There is a woman walking up. She says she is sorry she didn't make him grow up. She says she is sorry you had to do that." We both know that is Joyce, darling daughters mother-in-law.

"She died young. She still walks the long hall sometimes. Does that make sense to you?" He looks for answers.

"Oh, yes," darling daughter answers.

"She says.............was she married? Is his father still alive?"

"No, she was divorced. His father is still here." We know we are going to get confused again at this point. lol!

"Well, is he living with a woman?" he asks.

"His mother."

"She says she has tried pushing women at him but he won't cooperate. She wants him to have a relationship." Now darling daughters father-in-law is a fairly young man. I can say that since he is only a few years older than me. He takes very good care of himself and looks at least ten years younger than he is. He is into lifting weights and living a very healthy life.

"Where is your father?"

We look at each other. I know where my father is, but not her father. That's another story.

"Whose father?" I ask.

He looks at darling daughter. "I don't know," she says. "And I don't care anymore," she adds.

The glazed look comes over him again and he stares between the two of us. I am wondering if her daddy is on the other side. He looks at me.

"Do you know where he is?"

"No, I am not sure he is even alive." Now I really want to know if he is, so I am listening very hard at this point.

He shakes his head a few times and stares between us again.

"I see a man, I just don't know who he is."

He pauses again and stares between the two of us. Finally he looks at darling daughter.

"You don't want to know," he states. This was not a question.

He stares again.

"That's it," he says. "They are all done talking. I am not getting anything else. You know you can find out easily enough if he is around. But you don't want to know, you don't want to know."

Well, dang! I want to know now! But we thank him and we get up and leave. I feel kind of let down now at the end. I still haven't figured out how I feel about him. So, I will leave it at that and just accept things as they are. For now.

"Now lets hold hands," he says. We reach out to each other without a single word. I'm game! I tried to hear what he was saying, but since my hearing isn't always keen out of my left ear, all I heard was a bunch of mumbo jumbo. He had his head down almost as if he was praying. I, of course was watching him. Darling daughter had taken her cue from him and was also looking at the floor. After about a minute he sits up, lets go of our hands and stares between the two of us. I had the urge to turn and look but I knew I would not see a physical body so I didn't bother. Then he picks up a yellow legal pad and starts writing. You could have heard a pin drop in that room. He stops, stares ahead and then writes some more. I watch him write 75 and underline it a few times.

"I see a small dog. He has come up and sat between the two of you."

Great! Which dog is that? I have had many dogs over the years, so no clue. But he does get better.

"Two men are walking up. Wait, a woman. She wants you to know she is better now. " He reaches towards his hip and asks me if she had an illness there. Well, he was reaching for his left hip and she had fallen out the back door and broke her hip. Somehow, I wasn't surprised. Then he went on. "She wants to thank you for taking care of her. She knows you went back and forth. She also wants you to know she's glad she went before she lost it and went crazy." At this time he touched the side of his head. I laughed. My mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor when she was 49 and her youngest sister had alzheimers. I am guessing the back and forth meant I was in and out of the hospital with her all the time while trying to take care of my six young children and lonely husband.

"Do you know what that means?"

Mr. Man had given instructions not to talk much or we might interrupt the dead and he might miss something, so I gave him a short "yes."

"I see two men. One of the men is sitting in the back, in a chair. He is very quiet." I think of my father, sitting quietly with his legs crossed. "He is holding a glass, not saying anything at this time. Maybe it's tea." I'm picturing a short highball glass with whiskey and water.

"The man wants to thank you for letting him stay in the house. You could have put him on the street. He wants to thank you for taking better care of him than his own family." Mr. Man ask me if this is my father. Mr. Man looks confused. lol! Welcome to the club.

"No, " I say. "That is my step-father."

"Did he pass soon after someone? Like a short time after your mother?"

I look at darling daughter because I'm not sure what a short time is. Step Daddy died about four years later. Darling daughter looks at me with a blank look. "I don't think you are talking about them." I stuttered. Mr. Man is really confused by now. So am I.

"Lets go on. Who's Edward? I see an Edward." Well I don't know who Edward is! We have such a large family how could I know. My mother had ten brothers and sisters and three half siblings! I have cousins older than my mother! Between first, second and third cousins, there are over 250 of them and I doubt I know more than 10 of them. And only one I actually talk to!

Now my face must have said it all because Mr. Man says "I think that is a middle name. Yes, Edward is his middle name." Thanks, I am thinking, that sure helps alot. I shake my head (don't know why) as if to clear it and come up blank for an answer.

"Lets go on. Sis, did you lose a young woman around 30? Did you lose your sis?" I lost my sis but at birth I told him. "No." he says. No what I think? "No, this isn't her. "

Then he explains that sometimes when he opens a door others from the spirit world sometimes get thru that aren't related and aren't suppose to be there. I can accept that.

"The man wants you to know he is happy that everyone is enjoying going in and out of the house." Which house? We have our house, the rental property behind us. My darling daughter just moved into my step mom and dads house. Which house? Who is this man?

Mr. Man starts drawing. "The house is sitting in the front with a big yard behind it." So now I am thinking it is the house darling daughter just moved into six months ago.

"He wants you to know he is happy that you all split up the money and are happy." That's a subject I like not to dwell on. Good thing I am easy going and don't hold a grudge. Okay, now I know this is my father.

"I see someone passing soon after a loved one. He grieved himself to death." I'm still thinking about the house and money and missed this one. Darling daughter caught it and explained it to me on our way home. He was talking about my father grieving himself to death after my step mother passed. She died in February, he died in August of the same year.

"Did you miss his passing?" No, I didn't. "Were you gone?" I went to get my brother from the airport.

"No, I was there. I walked in, put my hand of his chest. " I said, "Daddy, Larry is here." Daddy took one last breathe and scrunched up his face and died.

Mr. Man says, "He was already gone before you got there. He didn't want you to see him pass. His spirit was already in the spirit world."

No reaction from me! I was just thinking how my dear brother had to be dragged down here.
I had called him that morning and said I just couldn't do this any more by myself. That dad was in hospice and it was just a matter of time and Larry needed to be there. Of course he hee haws around and says his wifey poo doesn't want him to come. I lost it! Put her on the phone, just put her on the phone! Then he got scared! He shoulda been. I was ready to put my foot up a few azzes and move em slowly. He says, I'll call you back and tell you when to pick me up. He knew better than to cross me at that point. I had just become my mother.

"He wants to thank you for taking care of him. He says you took better care of him than he did of you." Lets face it, I take care of everyone. No surprise there, but I was surprised he admitted it. My childhood wasn't bad but he was gone a lot. I'm not one of those kids that was damaged or at least I don't consider myself so. Daddy drove a bus during the day and worked as a bartender on the weekends.

Least I bore you longer, I have things to do today. So I will finish this story tomorrow, maybe!

Do the Dead Talk?

Now after two drinks, one slushie something with rum in it and a flask of sex on the beach, (wish I was there!) I was beginning to mellow. Mr. Man shows up and promptly goes inside the house. Oh yes, I forgot to mention we were all sitting outside on the patio around a round table, smoking and drinking except for darling daughter who is looking at dirty magazines of men. But we won't go into that.
By now I am shoveling that slushie in again. It sure was tasty but I did notice a slight buzz around my head now. Mr. Man walks back outside, lights a cigarette, and starts talking about animal totems. Darling daughter hides the magazines and starts making a basket. I'm swatting at this big gigantic horse fly. He seems to like us, not so sure Mr. Man does. So since he is killing time, so do I and I light a cigarette too. Somehow, I can not seem to stay focused on Mr. Man's totems and lose interest and start looking at his nice white teeth. I notice how straight they are. Apparently my interest in his teeth made him look at me all that much more. The sun is going down now and those teeth seem to gleam at me. I was beginning to wonder just what was in that slushie.
He talks and smokes for almost half an hour. I just smoke with him and shovel slushie. Then he asks who is related to who and says that the ones who are related will go together as he doesn't know if he can get the dead back for the second person if we separate. Once they leave, he says, they do not come back. Okay, that makes sense.
Now he asks who is going first. Everyone looks around the table like now they are scared. So, of course I pipe up and say we will. By now darling daughter has her small basket done so she gets up and follows me, who is following Mr. Man.
Mr. Man goes thru the screen door and I wonder why the handle didn't fall off for him. He must have that magic touch. Good thing I didn't touch it again. I already had to hunt it up the first time it hit the floor when I went to the bathroom. Silently we filed one by one thru the living room, down the hall and into a small bedroom where he had set up. Our hostess went to get another chair as she had allowed for only two people to be there. Mr. Man went in first and sat down at the far end of the room as if there was a far end. It was a tiny bedroom with bunkbeds, a dresser and a small table. I am surprised we all fit in there. There was no room to shut the door but then everyone else was outside. On the table in front of us, he had lit a white candle. I noticed it had been used before and was half burnt. I wonder what he does if it runs out in the middle of a sitting? In a line next to the candle were crystals of various sizes and colors. I didn't think to check how many as he started moving them around to suit himself. On the left of the candle he had set up a tape recorder. So here we sat in this little semi circle, Mr. Man, me and darling daughter. He asked if we had ever talked to the dead before. Well, hell no! That's what I thought, but being the polite little lady, I replied, hmmm no. I can't believe darling daughter was so quiet. You can't wake the dead.

Isn't this fun? I am going to continue this tomorrow! lol!

Our little party

Once in a while my darling daughter really comes up with some good ones for me. She kept this a secret until she was sure I could go with her. Her friends from work decided to have a man who talks to the dead come to their home and do a reading. I guess that is what you would call it. Since I have never talked with the dead, I really didn't know what to expect. But I will tell you how that day went.

We were suppose to leave at 2:30 to attend a sex party. You know, the ones where they sell all the sex gadgets and items. But darling daughter was pokey and had just got out of the shower when I got to her house. So I sat and watched her piddle around for awhile and then dry her hair. She packed a bag so she could make her baskets. Now mind you, we are suppose to be there at three. We didn't even leave the house until after. This is a fifteen minute trip, so I really wasn't worried about being late. I hadn't planned on buying anything anyway. I was driving, so we headed out. She said get on the interstate (I didn't know where this chick lived) so I did. Then get off at Mousette lane. I did. She said hmm, go straight across (thinking it was the frontage road) I did. I wound up back on the interstate! lol! So, we get off at the next exit. She says turn around and go back. I say we can't turn here? I didn't hear her say go under the bridge and turn. So I turned (U-turn) and wind up back on the interstate. By now we are laughing uncontrollably. We go down to the next exit and get off. By now I need gas, so she gets on the phone and I start looking for a station. She calls her friend for directions who of course is not going to the party. I find a station and try to pump gas only to find out I have to go in and prepay. Think they have a problem with people stealing gas? lol! The whole time I am doing this darling daughter is on the phone. She directs me to the house of the lady who ISN'T going and we end up in her driveway. Then we get the the sex lady's phone number and call her. So now we have wasted 45 minutes and gone no where! She calls sex lady. We get directions. It is after 4 by now and as we head for there pyschic lady calls us. Says bring chocolate milk and cigs on our way. Also bring our swim suits, they have a pool and hot tub. I'm hot, she's hot. We look at each other and say screw the sex party.

Okay, so she half lied when she talked to sex party lady. We did get a phone call, and we did go check on Dad (when I got my suit and towel). We just cruised on by the sex party and went to her house where she got her suit. Of course she had bought a new one and never tried it on, so we wasted some more time while she checked herself out in the mirror. It passed so we went to my house and gathered my suit and towel. Okay, now you think we are ready to go to the pyschic party. Wrong! We need rum so we got down the hill and stop at the liquor store. Okay, ready? Wrong. She's hungry, we haven't eaten all day. McDonalds is right down the road, so we are sitting there in the drive thru behind 5 other cars. So we talk. Lisa isn't going, do you think we should call her other sister and ask her if she wants to go? Oh, yeah, she has no phone. So we get our food and turn around and go back to my house because sister lives right behind me. Sister says, thanks but no thanks, I am staying home to watch the ballgame and relax.
Okay, it is now Lord knows what time and we are getting punchy just from trying to get out of our own area.

I ask her do you need to stop and shop anywhere? She laughs! We hit the interstate and she drags out the mapquest directions. By now I have turned over the car to her. I am already tired of driving. Directions are quite clear. I look at total mileage and say 81 miles! I need a fuzz buster. She drives good but she drives fast. So we start on our journey. Now the man is going to be there by seven so we are busting a gut getting there. We did good except when we got to the country road. They have no numbers on their mailbox. We had to turn around and go back down the road after a phone call. But of course that wasn't easy either and she wasn't getting any reception on the road, so we had to find a place where her phone would work.

Woohoo! We found the house. I needed a drink. A couple of them. We actually got there before he did and I got em! Okay, I gotta babysit soon, so will finish the party after while.

It is Hot Outside!

I was suppose to go fishing today but it is just tooooooo hot! So I cleaned my house, checked my store. That was a mistake! I went shopping instead! lol! I bought a niddy noddy. I could have made one but why go to all the work? I am really ready to take on the next step. I plied my singles the other day. I actually was impressed at how well my first efforts turned out. I have them rolled into balls while I wait for my niddy noddy. According to their instructions I can put the whole thing in water to relax my yarn. Cant wait to see how this turns out.

Then Friday, I took the dogs to the groomers and stopped at Michaels on the way home. What was I thinking? lol! This is a week for spending. I bought a book on felting. Good thing we have a new store opened. My daughter put it in her name and we call it cozycorners. We are going to put all our crochet, knit and felted projects there. I have two dozen flowers to take pics and list yet. Should be doing that today but I want to watch the ballgame.

Yesterday was a busy day. My poor old dog has a large lump under his throat and up his face. I called my groomer and she said she didn't see it Friday. So I called my vet. Well, excuse me! I have been going there for years. Apparently, they didn't think it was an emergency, so they told me they could get him in Monday. That didn't fly with me. I started calling people and finally got him into another animal hospital. They were going to aspirate it, but then they got blood return. I was hoping for a cyst, but it doesn't look that way. They took three slides of blood and shipped it off to the lab for examination. Then he started talking about how he does chemo of five other dogs. Hmmm. That didn't sound good. He also made the comment about if it was cancer in his lymph nodes that there is never a good prognosis for it. We should have results no later than Thursday.

I have had physic readings before but last night, C and I traveled 81 miles to a party. The guest of the party specialized in talking to the dead. Since I have never had that type of experience, I decided to go. I got to hear from both my parents, step parents, aunt, uncle and someone I didn't or don't think I know. Was quite interesting.

Okay, game time. Cya later.

Woohoo! Summer is here!

We had graduations, dances, craft shows, birthdays and weddings this month! I think I need sleep! No time for sleep! I have to get crackin'! I have joined showme team at etsy and we are working hard to get our team started. We have a webjam site if anyone is interested. It is a wealth of information on us. Come check us out. We also have opened a store in etsy. Come see www. ShowmeEtsy.com. I have some new dresses out!

I also got my drop spindle out and finished making some yarn. Now I am hooked. I just ordered more roving this morning. I can't wait until I get it. I am thinking maybe making a purse and felting it. I haven't felted before (except by accident) but I think I can! I can!

Any one want to buy a 1978 motorhome, Class A? Just let me know and I will give you more details. Hubby has finally accepted the fact he isn't going camping any more. He just can't take the heat and humidity.

Okay, I will try to be better this month and list more items and post more posts! See ya soon!