School of Crochet

Chris was accepted by University of Washington! We are ecstatic! Now all we have to do is pay for it!

I DON’T have a sore throat. Chris DOESN’T have a sore throat.

Do you hear me?

This isn’t happening.

I turned 52 on Jan. 10. This, in itself, is not traumatizing, chronologically, but it’s just that my mother died when she was 52. (I just typed a bunch of stuff about her, then deleted it. I will review the year of 1987 at some point. ) Other stuff that has happened within the last three weeks…

Arthritis is acting up in my left knee.

Got the financial aid form submitted for Chris’s college applications. This is big, because it will be the only way he can go to college.  UW, here he comes!

My daughters. Twin girls, born on Halloween 1979. Long story as to the drama that happened preceding their birth and after…giving them up for adoption, letting them go to a foster home, finally listening to God and realizing that yes, I could be their mother and give them a good life, even though I wasn’t married. I’ll relate the details later.

Janna is on the left. Carolyn is on the right. Wonderful girls, they are.