Silver Thimble Premium Jigsaw Puzzle

Sew I guess you are trying to keep us in stitches I see. Let's sew this up and back to the books. Have a blessed day.

I just wanted to needle some people to see if they got the point. I will try to do some mending myself - starting with my ways.

If I hadn't gone to the laundromat the other day I wouldn't have had a stitch to wear.

HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! I need to mend some of my also as do a lot of other people. Have a blessed day. :)

Oh PW! Such pun!

Wool you tell us why you felt bad?

I was quite young at the time. She kept complaining that he wasn't feeling well. My father took her to the doctor. He diagnoised her with rhematoid arthritiis but later we found out she was misgiagnoised. He finally took her to the Mayo Clinic. She has a full work up and informed she has chronic liver disease. She didn't realize she was that sick. She arrives home and I'm talking to her and she keeps grimacing with her face. I inquired if she was alright. She lifts up her shirt and the entire right side of her stomach is severe bruised. She informs me what the doctors had done to her. The give her a local and insert a needle with scissors into her liver to get a biopsy. They make an attempt about 5 times. She finally said I've had enough and can't do this anymore. I replied omg! mom!

Oh carol that's awful. Is your mom still living? My husband's mother was misdiagnosed. The docotor told her she was just worn out from having so many children. Turned out she had kidney disease.

After all those tests she informs the doctor oh I have to go home and prepare for xmas or thanksgiving. The doctors replied "Mrs. X you go home you'll be dead in 3 weeks. No she's not - she hemorraged after having surgery. She's done this before and they saved her. She had a perforated bowel and normally they'd do an op. They said everything that could go wrong did. Mild heart attack, without oxygen to the brain. We asked for how long and they couldn't tell us. They requested she be removed from life support. My father had multiple myleoma and lasted ten years - never complained. I miss them both daily. Certain days it's harder like bdays anniversaries. I used to spend lots of time with them. I did things for her as well - she'd call and request several online recipes printed. I'd try and give her the instructions. I finally went down to their house and had them printed in a matter of minutes.

I know. This month my son died and the season makes me see him doing things he would when he was alive. It's very painful. I don't miss my parents as much now. At first it was harder because I used to call my mom every day for an hour after my dad died. They were at the other end of the country so we didn't see them much. I wasn't with my dad when he died but I was with my mother. She had a massive stroke. It took a month before she passed away...wasted away because she couldn't swallow and had signed a don't intubate living will. She tried mightily to recover but couldn't.

I pretty watch both of them die. My father told me that he received an awesome news with the doctors. The actual news wasn't very promising. Then I'd receive emails from an aunt asking me "Don't you care about your father". I felt that my sister and brother were trying to get money from him. His cancer cells metastisized in one week. Then he told my brother oh I can't do this anymore. Interesting that I myself injury myself severely. Infact I was so injured that I had to have surgery. I told my uncle and he passed the news on to my brother and sister. Did they contact me and ask how I'm doing - nope which is quite sad!

When a parent is dying it certainly brings out any animosity a family may have felt towards eachother but kept unsaid. I am sorry you had that experience with your sister and brother.When my mom died my brother and his wife were uncharitable towards me also. They had an attitude towards me since my aunt died and her estate was split between us. Because they came from CA and we just had to drive to Long Island, they thought we had gone through the house and secreted away anything valuable for ourselves. In fact my husband and I waited until they both arrived and never even looked to see what was there. When my mother died they were working and I was not so I was with her for the month she passed. My brother was the executer and did a number of mean things with his wife that made the whole sad event worse. Except for the things my mother specifically left for me I took almost nothing. They carted several uhauls of stuff back to CA. I haven't been treated badly since. I think they finally got the picture. It seems even Christian families can fall prey to accusative feelings when they don't get what they think is in store for them or they feel other members aren't doing as much of the work that they are. I wasn't angry that my brother couldn't leave work to care for my mother. It wasn't possible. I hope your brother and sister finally apologized to you because you couldn't have done any more either.

When my mother died we all got together and went through her things. Right infront of my dad - each item she asked me "Oh do you want this", no sooner I said yeah she replies oh no I get it because I need it for Thanksgiving. She has everything of my moms My husband landed in the hospital in the ICU ward one year. I call my brother and he says "We has a family can't afford to keep him alive so let him die. Then my sister hears wind of it as well and she says oh where do you think he'd want to be buried. Do you think that they'll admit that they said these things No. My brother comes down here and one night we spent the entire night talking about how he and his wife met. My sister allows my nieces to bud their business into mine. She allows them to be rude and disrespectful and she says nothing to them. When I was getting married - we celebrated my nieces bday at a restaurant. My wedding was one week later. I sat down at the table at dinner and my sister asked how an appt. went for the wedding. I briefly stated and my niece rudely says "Is that all we hear about is your wedding". I wanted to leave because my sister then allowed my niece to lecture me about respect. Then my sister turns to me and says Oh c how do we turn this around. Then she allowed one of my nieces to play soccer on my wedding day. For these reasons I refuse to talk to them.

Pixi, we've seen families torn apart over a ten-cent difference in inheritances. We insist on clients having current wills and always re-check their beneficiary designations with them each year. It helps avoid a lot of problems. Our attorney also recommends that a written, descriptive list of items and who they go to be attached to the will and that a copy be readily available to the family after the funeral.

Wow. I can't imagine inventorying all the junk I have. Ouch! Well the only one in my family who stands to inherit is my brother. It's my husband's family where there could be problems. Will have to think hard about your advice.

Good morning all, hope everyone is well this morning. The puzzle this morning reminded me how much mending and sewing I have to do. Also have an old rocker and six old dining chairs to reupoulster. Really love sewing. Everyone be safe.

That should keep you busy for a little while darambo :) Hugs.

Aussie surprised you are still awake, have a good nights rest, will talk with you soon :)!!! Be safe.

So that's where my thimble and tape measure got to! I am a self-taught hand quilter, charter member of the Not Terribly Perfect Club--but most of my friends boast that they can't even sew on a button. Since when is not having a skill (sewing, cooking etc) something to be proud of? And yet they are.

Orinoco that reminds me of studying a novel with an anti-hero. I made a case for his heroics since he was against a true monster-strong villain and he was weak. It doesn't take courage to keep going when you are talented, strong, smart, rich,
popular or pick the strength. It takes courage to endure when you are just ordinary or maybe less. I love your club's name and it might even tempt me to join. (I'm not a joiner usually.)

I love the quilter's motto, which I think was originally Amish or Quaker or some such: "Only God is perfect." Translated from the Vulgate, that would read, "It's OK--it'll quilt out." Or as my old mother would say, "It'll never be seen on the back of a galloping horse."

I am sure you do a great job Orinoco. My sister is a brilliant seamstress, she can take a $2.00 dress from an op shop and make it look like a million dollars. She sews and I write, we all have different gifts. One thing I would like to do before I die is to learn quilling. Looks fascinating and makes beautiful cards. Hugs.

Now that one about the galloping horse sounds interesting. Where did that one come from?

I write and knit. I'm planning on relearning to crochet. I can cross stitch, crewel and embroidery. Now I've got my reading glasses! I'm a happy camper! But no to quilting. I've got two quilt covers that need quilting but haven't been able to find a quilting group. Time to turn to Ravelry, me thinks!

Oh I have no idea, Pixi, Mom was born in 1924 so it's probably back to the days when people did ride for transport.