Over the weekend I became reacquainted with an old friend ... cross stitch. There was a time in my life when I did a lot of cross stitch. When I was newly married I worked with a girl who taught me and a few other co-workers. We used to bring our current projects to work and work on them in the lunchroom after we ate. Happy times as we stitched and laughed and laughed. The girl who taught us also possessed a fierce sense of humor.
Oddly enough as I was becoming reacquainted with this old hobby of mine I received a call that the
girl lady who taught me was presently undergoing a double heart bypass operation.
As I stitched I remembered all of the fun times we had years ago as we shared this hobby ... making gifts for friends, samplers for our babies nurseries, Christmas gifts for our families, etc...
As I stitched I sent up a prayer for my friend. She lives in Michigan and I don't see her as often as I would like, but I will forever remember her as one of the truest and most loyal friends I have ever known.
So, the weekend here was spent on my cross stitch. I haven't done it in years partly because my eyesight just ain't what it used to be. But, I got myself a stronger pair of readers and gave it another shot and discovered that I really like it.
Peanut came and joined me from time to time until it was time to get up and make the chili. Chili has been a Superbowl tradition for years at our house.