Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Fast forward two years and every time I go to a Jobie event I am amazed by this group of young woman. The Jobies have accepted Mira with open arms. She is loved, accepted and treated with such kindness that it brings tears to my eyes. The girls are leaving for Grand Session today. Mira has had her bags packed for weeks. At Grand Session the girls will be competing at a ritual. They are scored and judged on their memorization. Speaking and memorization is not something that Mira does well. So when I went to the meeting I was planning on having them sit Mira out of the competition. I would hate for the whole Bethel not to do well because of Mira's lack of speech. However, the girls had already insisted that Mira participate since she is a member of the Bethel. The Honor Queen has asked the judge if they would be willing to make accommodations for Mira in the judging. They knew she could say no, and they still wanted Mira to participate.
Regardless of the outcome of Grand Session, these young woman are winners. They don't see Mira as different. She is just one of the girls.
I hope they have the time of their lives over then next few days. I know they will be creating memories to last a lifetime. I am so proud of Bethel 77 and I know that their compassion will shine at Grand Session.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Saturday, January 12, 2013
I have made my second purchase to sell toward a new to me Pachinko machine. It is a vintage Whirlpool Mangle. It is a beast. It is so heavy, but still works. If you love to iron I suppose you would want one. Me, I hate to iron. My idea of ironing is put the item in the dryer for 10 minutes.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
I say I am a weaver, I would love to say that I weave everday, but I don't. It goes in spurts. I may weave everyday for a few weeks and then my loom sits motionless for months. For me weaving is relaxing. There is the sound of the heddles rattling with every lift of the the harness. There is the rhythm of sliding the shuttle in the shed and pulling back the beater. When weaving you can only see a small portion of the project at a time, so there is a lot of satisfaction of watching the project expand and then finally getting to cut if off the loom and seeing it in full for the first time. I have several looms and they all have their different purposes, but my favorite is my Ideal loom that was made in the 1930's. It is old, rough, and very heavy. I have begged friends on numerous occasions to help me move it and my husband has moved it more than he would like to admit and moving it is not an easy job since it is bulky and weighs several hundred pounds. It is well suited for weaving rugs. I treasure it, if I could only keep one loom this would be the loom. I feel a connection to this loom that I can't explain. When I bought the loom I new nothing about weaving. I had seen weaving at a fair and thought it looked interesting. I was at the Washington State Surplus with my dad who went to see the auto auction. I walked in and there was the loom along with 2 others. One was sold already, the other didn't seem to have all the parts. I thought about buying it, but it $100.00 which I didn't have since I was working a minimum wage job. I didn't buy it, but my dad was hooked on the surplus, so the next week we went back and there was the loom still but it was marked down to $50.00, which my dad paid for and gave me for my birthday. The tricky part was getting it home since it didn't fit in the car, but that is another story. People ask me why the State of Washington would even have looms, and I will tell you that they came from the Veteran's rehab facility. The looms were used by Vietnam vets when they came home from war. I believe that is why I feel the connection to this loom. This loom was used for physical healing and I believe there was some emotional healing in those that weaved .
Monday, September 6, 2010
They say it takes a village to raise a child, this weekend for me it was two, and American village and a Canadian village. We went to our friends Heather and Roman's wedding this weekend. It was the first wedding our children had attended so I was a little nervous. It is easy to hang out with other families with special needs children, but going to a large event and being the only family with a Special Needs child can be tough.