from the fields of corn...to this patch of clay

sometimes things are just a

big black hole

you wonder why you even thought you could

whatever it is you want to do

or think you want to do

just remains out of your grasp

you try and try

but it just keeps slipping away

and then you  buckle down

put your whole..... um ...mind to it

and with the proper tools

and a little bit of help

you achieve what you want and it feels so good

now this could be about me making this

doily

that needs a teeny tiny hook and some thin cotton

that I haven't used for years

but it isn't

I got a call this morning

from a friend who

said she had tried and tried

but couldn't do it

and why should she

and what reason could there be to

who was she anyway

...................

after many many laughs

and pushing of buttons

 and

cursing the machines

we have a new

blogger among us

she is a friend of mine

the one who wears my baskets

on her head

she "made" a blog this morning

and I invite you to go and see her

it's new

it's still under construction

it's all strange and weird

but we remember that don't we

all those buttons to push

and pages to write

and photos to load

and and and

and now it's all second nature and we don't remember not knowing we could

and this time next week

if the printer ever stops printing

:) :) :) :)

a slight glitch occured

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

she won't remember not knowing how

and the big black hole

turns into

 a light at the end of a tunnel

or something like that!!!!!!!!

:) ): :) :) :) :) :) :)

welcome and enjoy

"KELLI"

kelli

kelli

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