Homesick

My granddaughter called me from summer camp last night.  My grandson and granddaughter are at summer camp in Missouri and I have missed talking to them this week.  I was so-o-o-o excited to hear from her and listen to all the fun things they have done this week.  I then my mind started racing - was she okay?  Did I hear a slight tremble in her voice?  Was she homesick?  Did something scare her?  You know, a thousands questions starting swirling through my mind and of course, the worry.  They will be home in 4 days and 3 nights.  Will she be okay until then? 

Then I started rationalizing.  They are more than half way through the week (6 days) and she has done fine until now.  She is just starting to get homesick.  She is ready for her Mom and Dad and the comfort of knowing they are close by.  She is just ready to be at home!

My sister and I spent 2 weeks every summer with my Aunt and Uncle in Alabama.  The first 4 days were fine, but after that it was all down hill!  I wanted to go home and had no intention of even trying to have a good time.  My Aunt and Uncle had no children and there was absolutely nothing to do at their house.  Their yard was small and filled with bird feeders and bird baths and vine covered arbors, which were perfectly beautiful, but not practical when you put two country girls in the middle of them.  My Uncle's idea of curing our boredom was to put my sister and I to work in the yard.  Boy was that a mistake!  Anyway, my homesickness during this time had nothing to do with missing my Mom and Dad and a whole lot to do with missing my stuff and the great outdoors.  I just wanted to be in "my" space!

They will be home on Monday and I will breathe a sigh of relief!  I look forward to seeing them next weekend. 
Until next time . . .

Happy Reading!
Belle

A Bird Seed Shut Me Down

Are you familiar with bird seed bags? They are the absolutely greatest thought that anyone has come up with - except for maybe electricity, cars, central heat, microwaves, cell phone - well, anyway they are great! A small piece of flannel or wool sewn into a small bag then filled with bird seed. Throw these little bags in the microwave for a minute or two and you have the best heating pad ever. No up and down hot then warm, just warm flannel to ease those aches and pains. They are flexible so they bend to your body and oh the relief they bring.

Well, I was stitching up a few bird seed bags and the needle popped into three pieces - a bird seed had wiggled its way right into my top stitching line and broke. How in the world do those little tiny birds digest something so hard? As you may have read, I have just gotten my sewing machine up and running again after a 6 year dry spell, so I had no idea if there were spare needles hiding in those cabinet drawers.

The ensuing search took me down memory lane. Black lace from my daughter's prom dress, buttons from a jacket for said daughter, snaps from sunsuits, and on and on. Memories take a long time to go through, so I probably spent an hour or so going through these memories. No, it wasn't wasted time. It brought me much joy and in the process I found one needle. Not packaged as it should have been, but stuck in a piece of paper in the bottom of the drawer.

On with my project! I was relieved and anxious to finish up my project. The first problem I noticed was the thread was bunching on the backside on my material. A bad needle - no wonder it was stuck back in the drawer! Off I went in search of sewing machine needles. You would have thought I asked for the moon. No needles within 10 miles!

Today the search is on! I will find needles if I have to go to Atlanta to get them. Does anyone sew these days?