Stories about life on the homestead, spinning, knitting, gardening, caregiving and whatever else comes up.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Dawn, the next edition of the Art of Alzheimer's series
This is the one that started it all. I guess she decided that is where it belongs, since it matches. I love these little signs that she is still there, no matter how deep down inside it is. We live for those little glimmers.
That's interesting. I had not thought really about the things dad sometimes groups together as being art. Some of the combinations are very interesting.
"It is a tragedy of the first magnitude that millions have ceased to use their hands...this great gift...It is highly likely that a time will come when we shall be so incapacitated and weak that we shall begin to curse ourselves for having forgotten the use of the living machines given to us by God."
Mahatma Gandhi
Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart. (Unknown)
Der Himmel hat den Menschen als Gegengewicht zu den vielen Mühseligkeiten des Lebens drei Dinge gegeben, die Hoffnung, den Schlaf, und das Lachen. Kant
Fiber arts enthusiast living on ten acres of fine Minnesota land caring for my Alzheimer's suffering mom, a herd of fiber llamas and alpacas, a couple of dogs, a few cats, some chickens...
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That's interesting. I had not thought really about the things dad sometimes groups together as being art. Some of the combinations are very interesting.
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