AAM Monday: Project Life Weeks 11 and 12

Life is a medical story round here and that has been the focus in the past two weeks. All that stuff was looming in March but we were still looking for answers. Some things got done but but mostly it was just nice to see the signs of spring.  We thought we were getting our solar panels but were stumped with a safety issue. Lots of things to require patience these two weeks. But it was a lot of fun to use spring colors on these pages. Find joy where you can.

Start of a plan

As my husband has become sicker and sicker, I have found that that situation has given me the incentive to get back to my desire to clean out the unnecessary. I got so little done this winter as the mood in our house was not good. With no real answers to his issues, I just didn't have the energy. But it's time and this was a start. The_Lilypad Template challenge for April 2019.

TBT: just one of those English days circa 1972

Another one of the TLP scrapping challenges from March 2019. This one was to take a photo, split it and frame it as if it were two different shots. Yes, 1972 on my beloved red  couch, with the forest green walls in the background. How trendy I was with my velour animal print pillow covers! Old is new again.

One thing I hadn't noticed that a fellow scrapper pointed out...the extra large cuffs on my son's shirt. Yep, it was the 70s and I imagine his collar had had 'matching' long points. And his overalls were on trend then too. His hair was his own and I imagine he'd be glad to have half of that 50 years down the road.

What I love about challenges is that if often gives me a chance to tell old random heritage stories before I forget a lot of them.

And so I read...

When the days are difficult, and the answers to issues are not forthcoming, I have trusty fallbacks. Chocolate is always my answer but sadly it's not a good answer any more even if it ever was. But still, there are times when it's all that works.  Or so I tell myself...the quick fix.

I do have my tried and true remedy which has been one of my defaults since childhood. Reading. What solitary child has not found her escape in a book? I grumbled a week or two ago when a whole shitload of my library holds all come in at once. But silly me, that was what I needed. Last week I read almost a book a day. And yes, brownie bites were also in play.

Here's what has transpired this year. The newest are on top with a periodic dash of Pema Chodren's
The Places That Scare You: A Guide to Fearlessness in Difficult Times. 

And so I continue to read. What book's helping you escape these days?

AAM Monday: Project Life Weeks 9 & 10

More of life has involved doctors and health issues round here. Scrapping is a nice escape but still my mind is cluttered with wondering about the future.