Our recent Singapore Adventure had us taking in a variety of places of worship and different doctrine. I try to live my life from the perspective of a tiny speck bouncing around in an infinite reality which means, as far as I’m concerned, anything is possible and unfamiliarity doesn’t equal wrong.

Bearing this in mind, many of the places we visited offered glimpses of enlightenment, hints of what’s to come, and generally a bit of a heads up which I was more than happy to lend an ear to. As it happened, in each of these situations, regardless of which Homesteader’s details we provided – even in those we investigated independently once home – one thing came in loud and clear; watch out for February.
I’m not in a position right now to impart proof of the accuracy of these predictions but I can assure you the nail was hit incredibly soundly on its sweet spot. February is proving to be a month of out-with-the-old – the familiar, the norm, and the accepted expected. We left our collective comfort zone on February first.
Which is not a bad thing, everything needs a good shake up now and again. But it is a little scary and rather tiring. So, I’ve resorted to my default practice of celebrating the little stuff.
When I dropped Nana’s old pinking shears off at the sharpener, he was not hopeful. They’re notoriously difficult to sharpen, he said, but he’d do his utmost and not charge me if it didn’t work. February having already reared its head, I immediately kissed them goodbye. I had zero expectation of ever pinking anything again.
And yet,,,,



Celebration!
Thanks Kass Sharpening Services: your utmost is hugely appreciated.


Yay for not having to through those scissors away! And “unfamiliarity doesn’t equal wrong” should be emblazoned everywhere. For us, in the United States, January was THE month. Holy cats, what a month! Hope that for you and yours, February doesn’t wreak too much havoc.
Our hard month is all about change that, when it storms in, is a little scary but also means the beginning of something new and exciting. Your hard month …. another level.
Sigh.
It sounds alarming, but a good pair of working pinking shears is definitely better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick, so I am optimistic that things will take a turn for the better.
I’m full of hope that the worst has passed
May autumn be the season of mellowness and calm.
Here’s hoping