I have been a blogger for quite a while. I blogged for several years then gave it up. I missed it and the community I had loved. So I started back a bit more enthusiastically and I have tried to maintain a three day a week schedule for some time now.
Like all of you, I am sometimes weary of trying to come up with something new and interesting on a regular basis. Covid made that even more difficult.
So I have decided that I will blog when I have something to share which means my posts will not be regular but I will still be blogging. I will keep up with Saturday Stitching as that seems to be on of the most popular blog days at Nanaland. And I enjoy sharing my needlework with like minded ladies.
In the season of life I find myself, I want to have less pressure to get things done. I want to enjoy the time I have with my husband. Another thing Covid has taught me is that life is precious and fragile, especially as we get older. I want to have time to spend with my sisters and my mother. Every time I visit my mother ,I wonder if this will be the last time I see her. I want to have good memories. My two sisters are such blessings to me. When I hear of families where the siblings are not close, I cannot comprehend that. I love these two sisters with all my heart.
I want to make more time for my grandchildren so they will have good memories of me when I am no longer here. My two grandmothers were very present in my life as we all lived in the same town. I will admit I was closer to my maternal grandmother.....I guess that is true for many children. Grandmother was one of the most calm people I had ever known. I do not remember her ever raising her voice to me. She let us cut out doll clothes with scraps of cloth, we could bath our dolls in her bathtub and she always was up for making us a pan of popcorn and a jug of grape koolaid. My Grandmother T was a different kettle of fish. She was loud, she was not afraid to correct us and with a passel of cousins around, I now see why she might have been short tempered. She taught me to like Sweet Tea. When we had family dinners your choice of drink was sweet tea or milk. I was never a milk fan and sweet tea was an acquired taste for me but now I love it. She was a worrier and I think I inherited that trait, sadly. But she was also a woman of prayer. If she said she would pray for you, she did. She made Danish Cake for special occasions. My sister, Kristi, prepares this favorite when we cousins get together. It is a very rich cake with dates and coconut. Great with a cup of coffee.
So don't worry about me just deleting my blog. I will be here but just on a less frequent basis. My blog friend, Sandy, and I both agreed that we love having a record of our lives that we can look back over. Blogs allow us to remember the things we might otherwise forget.