Just Breathe

The election is over and the vitriol continues.  I am saddened by the people believing this is the preemptive end to the world.  Oh the drama! I have many other concerns right now, so I must leave the governing to our "elected" officials.  Yes, we elected them, now we must let them get on with the government business.  That doesn't mean my congressman won't still hear from me occasionally.  I think it's important for them to know what I think whether they had my vote or not!

Setbacks, Sidesteps and Destinations!

I am overwhelmed, disgusted, frustrated and aggravated! That said, I am already feeling a little better.  I will vote Thursday in our little town where early voting can happen. Our air conditioner has decided it's a good time to implode and sacrifice it's compressor.  The political rhetoric is disgusting and beyond belief.  Ol' Abner is out looking for a portable cooler that can later be moved to his playhouse after the AC repair is completed (in about a week). I have four quilts in progress and some progress is evident but sewing time keeps being delayed while I deal with other issues.  Daughter has ongoing health issues and I feel helpless to make it all well.  I will go assist if I'm needed, but no point getting in the way if her highly capable family can power through with her. Ol' Abner had biopsies a couple of weeks ago of some skin lesions and the dermatologist called to schedule a follow up (scheduled at the time of the sampling) and the caller was unaware of his Friday appointment.  I am a little concerned that additional intervention may be needed.  We will know on Friday.  I made plans months ago to attend the Houston Quilt Show and I'm driving to Houston Friday afternoon ... unless another crisis requires my attention.  Dancin' girl lucked into some FREE tickets and I can hardly wait to divert my ticket money into some goodies for sewing fun. 

OK! I have invested a half hour of my time sitting at a computer keyboard and moving to this blog to vent my frustration.  In the grand scheme of things, there is nothing here that cannot be resolved. Time is tight, but I do work better under pressure.  A few minutes ago, we received a message that rearranged all priorities.  When Ol' Abner retired, we choose a competent broker to assist us with financial planning.  His skill was enhanced by an assistant with like-minded scruples.  She was always on top of our financial schedule and made sure he was apprised of all our strange concerns.  Moreover, we came to consider her a friend as we shared news about children, retirement, vacation spots and homes. She was just a little younger than me, but her life ended unexpectedly Monday.  She had a stroke and was lost to us. I cannot imagine a day when a quick phone call to her cannot give us the answer or solution to any of our financial questions or concerns. I am saddened by my loss of this person, but it places all my other complaints in a totally different light. 
I have a few minutes to put another quilt block together!  I can do this!