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Sunday, January 26, 2020

Snippets, Threads and Pig Tales: Joys and Tribulations

I ushered in the New Year by celebrating my husband, Larry's brand new "hip hip hurray!" second hip replacement surgery on New Year's Eve into New Years Day.

His first hip replacement was three years ago in 2016. And the stress and strain of daily reliance on the non-technological but original hip joint on the opposite side had taken its toll along the way.

Time for another medical marvel by the same surgeon only in a different place.

But to spend New Year's Eve in a hospital is a whole different way to celebrate a Rockin' Rollin' New Years Eve. Especially when the rocking involves a surgical jack hammer and the rolling is done with the aid of a walker!

The only sparkly and bubbly he could hope for were the sparkly post Christmas lights outside that greeted us at the hospital.  But they were absolutely lovely as we checked him in and saw the beauty of reflected views in the the absolute darkness of earliest morning.

Oh the challenges and how they always seem to come at the same time! Light,  love, and prayers filled my heart, my awareness of potential outcomes as 5 members of my family were in 3 cities of hospitals in just the last 4.5 weeks.

My beautiful daughter walked through the fire of  HER+++ breast cancer chemo for months and months and months and now her cancer surgery.

Can you believe that something so seemingly huge as losing a part of you with all of the drains and other challenges is put into the insurance box of day surgery? Yep, on your own medically and physically and emotionally after that. As breast cancer survivors know there is not one thing about survival that lasts a day.

Chemo since August continues into 2020 and perhaps beyond. Strongest stuff they have almost destroys you but cannot cure you with this variation. Daily radiation for 6 weeks. If one thing doesn't work you just try, try again.

It takes you, breaks you and through it all unimaginable numbers of women warriors are honed by brimstone and fire. Inside and out. God bless the cancer survivors walking through chemo and radiation and many surgeries  fighting to live another day.

As most of you have learned our lives are often filled with one challenge after another. Some easy with great outcomes we call miracles. Some so challenging we just pray for strength-- if not for ourselves, then for others. It is a heart breaking disease that knocks its victims to the ground then stomps them when they're down.

The easiest surgery was the "little boy" surgery of my beautiful and challenging cat, Jasper, we took in to our hearts and home last year. A fluffy bundle of wild and ever roaming spirits. This boy has been both a joy and a challenge!

Jasper is the seemingly generational progeny of my beloved Tao who also was taken in for his neutering three years ago.  Devastatingly we were mistakenly informed of some "non-facts" by his vet that resulted in our leaving what we thought would be simple neutering with his euthanized body instead of our greatly loved boy.

I sobbed for weeks and weeks and even three years later still miss that beautiful boy terribly. But to have our Jasper has helped so much and most certainly distracted us from bigger problems our family (especially our immediate family) has undergone and still faces much more in 2020 and beyond..

Jasper sailed through his neutering process even though the hideous "cone of shame" triggered massive hysteria and the demolishing of all window displays in the bedroom throughout his very challenging night.

From overly perhaps decorated windowsills with special items and an abundance of rock show rocks (from tiny to hefty if they landed on a cat) in my own special arrangements into cascading chao with big ka-bangs!

Luckily my large Thanksgiving cactus was still on its lacy hidden old wicker clothes hamper table.  But it took me until tonight to discover my Chinese Feng-shui compass. It had been made into the bed. So much for Feng-shui πŸ˜‚

And yes, the cone was finally removed as he was held purring the entire time of my untying his far too tight gauze cincher and the hated plastic e-[E-lizabethan collar) cone.

As I go through challenges large and small-- and Jaspers surgery was very small--i am reminded of the innumerable challenges throughout my and all of our my lives.

The countless losses, and all that I have learned and spiritually grown from along the way. Even my life long inability to maintain sleep has had some purpose in the grand view of things.

All prepared me for greater hardships and higher challenges and greater loss of sleep. I can (seemingly at least) now meet with many challenges at once. And while I may fuss or even cry at how unfair things often seem, we all have them and are all called upon to bare them.

There have been no celebratory ringing of bells in 1919 but there have been a multitude of grateful blessings for even the smallest things instead that are already apparent in 2020.

For every single day of life is a treasure. Every experience we have and every understanding we gain in spiritual awareness lifts us up into embodying mind, body, and spirit here on this earthly plane in ever growing and appreciating abundance.

But yes, the past 4 weeks have been incredibly busy, emotionally invested in family.

And unfortunately a big, big mess with our once charming, neighborhood pigs!

Oh my the pig tales I have shared over these years on this blog!

Green Acres

Chickens and Pigtails

When Pigs Fly

 Here You Come Again

Snippets and Threadtales: 
Joys and Tribulations

Apparently and unbeknownst to us, not being fed (at all) since the death of their owner in late November, mama pig desperate for food for herself and 2 remaining babies absolutely destroyed our lawn. Since we have lawns that are cared for waking up to this was pretty upsetting!

But what really upset us was that no one seemed to care about the horrific living conditions and lack of food that the four original pigs were living in for the last few years!

So of course they desperately escaped over and over to forage for food. And foraging means digging for grubs, roots, bulbs...anything edible within the ground.

We called one social service agency after another. We called the County Animal Control, the Sheriff's Dept. many many times and on and on. 

With no offers of help only excuses, we finally walked down our very long lane (my husband with his post surgery walker) and up to the door of the current members of the family occupants and explained once again the extent of the most recent damage and their need to buy pig food and feed their starving (and therefore secondarily now destructive) pigs. 

Green Acres Farm Sanctuary - Home

We also offered to find them a home and got permission to call a rescue organization for mistreated farm animals.

They assessed the horrible conditions these pigs were living in a tiny space under a junk truck to sleep under with broken down vehicles seemingly brought in on an almost daily basis but never repaired or gotten rid of or sold 

Living without grass under a truck
With only occasional scraps (if any) food. Ugh!  Close up below.

Thank you Green Acres Animal Sanctuary in Silverton erton for making space and taking in these otherwise loving and gentle animals who just needed loving, caring, responsible owners. 

They now have their forever home with loves and belly rubs and daily food and water!

It took us three years and we weren't able to save the original spotted fellow who waltzed in one day and thought he'd found a home..inside!

And his spotted baby was taken by someone before Green Acres made it back with a truck and trailer so we're hoping he got a good home too.

Hard times can last a long time as can pain and suffering. But some things end well thank goodness.

New Year, new Hopes, new prayers, a new hip for hubby and a beautiful and wondrous new grandbaby as of a week ago for our family!

Sometimes we don't get all of the miracles we pray for but oh there are still so many blessings to be grateful for!

2nd year of battling HER+++ Stage 3

Michele Bilyeu Creates With Heart and Hands as she shares her imaginative, magical, and healing journey from Alaska to Oregon. Creating, designing, sewing, quilting, and wildcrafting... from my heart and with my hands.

Saturday, December 21, 2019

Making Merry and Bright!

Oh, how I love the holidays. All of the lights, garlands and ornaments are up and filling the house with the spirit of holiday joy,

Gifts that are made or purchased throughout the year have been in the process of being wrapped up in my little homemade fabric gift bags.

It's such an intense process as it takes me weeks to get it all out, up, and ready for Christmas. I have dozens and dozens of bags made over the years, but our family keeps growing and gifts are often in sizes needing bigger or smaller or odd shaped fitting bags!

So another dozen or two made every year! Not one scrap purchased. Quilt guilds have free tables with no longer wanted or tiny pieces of fabric and I am a super thrifty saver!


As my husband once said, keep moving around Michele. If you don't move you'll end up gift wrapped and under the tree!

My sewing stations are set up with my 2008 Viking in my little sewing nook. My 1964 Singer Featherweight set up along with my 2000 Babylock Imagine serger. Together just a foot away from one another.

I'm a wild and crazy woman creating my own assembly line of fabric scraps, bags seamed on three sides, edged finished at the tops by my serger than over to the featherweight for a casing tunnel where a ribbon or piece of cording is threaded through to make the finished pouch bag.

My cardstock gift tags printed off a computer with twine tie-ons since tape doesn't stick well on fabric bags!

Since I no longer have a working computer or even a wifi in the amazing energies of my sacred space in the void of diminishing signals.

Cell phone blogging (two years now believe it ir not!) will either keep my brain sharp or push me over the fine line of my already diminished sanity πŸ€ͺ

My blog is gigantic, my posts take time to read and process and my photos appear to be from an endless supply of burning the midnight energy fields.

In the midst of everything there are lots of other things happening, a new grandbaby coming next month with my gazillion billion homemade quilts, blankets. burp cloths,  cloth wipes etc. all made and now gifted. Always new great-nieces or nephews in Alaska or Oregon and holiday sewing of every kind.

A lovely baby shower already held and great fun has jump started my grandmotherly anticipation.  Our Littles are beyond adorable and loved beyond measure.  The newest will be here soon and I can't wait!  πŸ’œ πŸ’œ πŸ’œ πŸ’œ

My sewing machines were buzzing the midnight airwaves making soft flannel receiving blankets, burp pads and wash cloths, and not one but two quilts!

Crazy, crazy grandma me. Love to sew, love to give even more. And everything made from scraps or things I won in drawings in many, many years past of blogging.

I give far more back than I receive materially but receive  so much more in love of giving from the heart and the joy from those who receive.

Fun, fun, fun!  And yes, even my card was homemade and sewn from the quilts fabruc scraps! (I laughed as my DDIL pointed it out to the group.

It will be 4 little ones under five years old and when they're all here playing with grandma and grandpa, laughter and fun fill our house to its rafters.

So glad when we built this dear old house in 1978, we designed a lofted ceiling over our 1970s styled sunken living room. And of course a special place for our Christmas tree!

Gives me so much more space to laugh, chase, sing and dance with silliness. The kids love it almost as much as I do and I delight in their loving to come here.

My house turns into a giant homemade fleece blanket fort and as my 2 year old granddaughter says.
"You a big kid grandma! I a grown-up!"   Hahahahaha!

I have the kid gate up as gifts were being put under the tree bit by bit as i get my fabric gift bags made, gift cards tied on and fabric ribbons tied in bows without knots for tiny hands to open themselves.

And just when I thought baby sewing was finished and given, I  hear a new great-niece had been born in Alaska!  I was on such a roll, I whipped out more blankets, burp pads etc plus a really big flannel backed PUL changing pad.
  Ready to mail! Phew! Thank goodness for leftover fabric from my very first granddaughter 5 years ago! And even a leftover outfit! Everything gets saved and used in my house!

So some very quick gifts for a darling little Thai-American great niece in Alaska. Named after her grandma who passed away almost 2 decades ago from brain cancer. We all loved and miss her and give now as she cannot. Helps my sad heart for so many many losses in my Alaskan family.

Mid December through January bring 5 family surgeries (including the cat) a new baby to be born and 8 close family birthdays with gifts on top of Christmas ones.

Somehow it all gets done. People are doing all they can to take care of health issues and still have fun and family time.

May all of you find the spirit of Christmas with family, friends, fun and faith in every form, this month and next as we enter a new year, a new decade and with great hope a better more caring decade for our nation and our world πŸ’ž

Newest Fidget Quilt Ideas.  These  from Paula Hill πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ my amazing always busy making and giving friend. Bless you Paula and all the ladies and gents of the Cozy Covers group.

Happy Winter Solstice!

Dec. 20th in the Southern Hemisphere
Dec.21st for the rest of us!

Bring in the Light of the World in thoughts, prayers, and deeds.

Imagine with great love, light, and positivity one big united world living in harmony of thought, word, and caring deed for the highest good of all.