Why oh why do the most needful times end up knocking me out physically? I'm taking so many medications I think they are playing soccer in my stomach. That's certainly what it feels like anyway...running up and down the field and kicking my intestinal track...and making gurgling noises with each goal!
And then there's the dizziness from various medications. They all say right on the label, do not drive or operate machinery until you have taken this for a while. I guess I'll just sit here.
And at least assemble my ornaments for this year.
They are not angels. And they are not amoebas, which was a silly use of glaze and clay a few years ago. Hey, why not hang amoebas on your tree? Well, I would have!
These are "Angels fly by taking themselves lightly." Or turtles? Or?
I figure a free-form ornament is as good as a ball...these are hoops, with a thingie dangling in the middle. And some beads and wire and ribbon. I wanted to go into something more than just the ordinary this year, but not quite as far as an amoeba.
So I sit in the sun (which gives these tired old eyes enough light to thread those tiny wires through the beads and clay holes.
Quote for today:
Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.Carl Jung