I’ve always pictured our minds like a kindergarten cubbyhole rack. At birth it is empty, but life starts putting things into our cubbyholes; good and bad, happy and sad, funny and sorrowful. Some of our cubbies are used daily and some have fallen into disuse. The reasons are infinite. This is my cleaning out of my cubbies, clearing away the cobwebs and seeing what I find.
My interests are crafts, knitting, crocheting, reading, writing, gardening and cooking. I’m an odd mix of old and new. I love computers, but I make my own soap. I love all kinds of music except anything remotely resembling hip hop/rap or metal (of any kind). I play many kinds of instruments, although I haven’t played any for several years now. I have a wonderful husband whom I adore, a Cockapoo named Baby and a Muggin named Rosie. We live in the country and love it.
As my favorite author Anne McCaffrey (recently deceased) used to say: the rest is subject to change without notice.
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