Greetings. It's May. Time to start thinking about flowers and hanging baskets.
When I mentioned last post about not enjoying Mary Spinney, it's not because of Mary. I just don't want to stitch. That's why choosing a linen that I loved was important, otherwise, I wouldn't be stitching at all.
I'm half done with this project and have no idea if another will follow. The only pieces I really want on the wall are the very large ones, but do I really think I could become involved enough to complete it? No. For all these years of menopausal madness, I wonder if the way I feel now is a result, a consequence, or totally unrelated. But my attitude about many things is changing. Turning 65 have anything to do with it? Don't believe so. I thought the constant waiting for a panicked phone call from sister was over, but a ridiculous commercial started it again. The one advertising a drug for heart failure, while playing "Tomorrow" in the background and stating that for people with heart failure, tomorrow is not a given. What a stupid and totally insensitive thing to say. It hit me in the pit of my stomach and can't imagine how my sister feels or anyone else with CHF.
When Googling to find the drug company responsible, I came across The Dirty Dozen - 12 worst CEO's for lab animals. I shouldn't have read it, but I did. I had no idea how horrific these people are, but when I read about Tier I Group, a military training contractor, I was stunned at the live mutilations. More stunned that it was allowed. I know Pfizer and others try to use labs overseas where there are no regulations for humane treatment. The military training rules regarding animals has been tightened, but it doesn't excuse the past. Am I foolish to read something so upsetting, or smart to be informed and protest? The videos are there, but I did not watch them nor will I. The accounts are horrific enough without viewing the atrocities.
Anyway, boxes are up on the Box page and I will step off my box for now.
Enjoy your day.