I could not at any age be content to take my place by the fireside and simply look on. Life was meant to be lived and curiosity kept alive.
I'm having withdrawals. I miss them. I wonder how they are. I wonder where they are. I wonder what they are thinking without me. Who is holding them. Are they safe? What if they were put on an cargo plane that was making a pit stop in Atlanta from YEMIN. (ok that was a bit over the top).
The hard copy of the book. Weighed in at about 50 pounds. Left this week. Still no word. Distress.
Ok, so now I'm still writing. These little babies were extremely popular at market. These children have been neglected for the above children. They are happy to see me and in need of some motherly attention. So all you people that have been emailing me, phoning me...the wait is almost over, stay tuned.
PS. Look at that angel in the bottom left of the Christmas Quilt. Doesn't she look like me? All chunky and happy.