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I have to agree with Barbara. Reading your blog definitely just put me in the mood for some strawberry shortcake! I just bought some strawberries yesterday from a IGA here in Cheney and the packaging said “fresh” but let me tell you, they were anything but. The next day I got them out to make fresh strawberry banana oatmeal, and the strawberries were moldy. It wasn’t even a whole 24 hours (more like 14) and they were dead. I need the kind of strawberries you talk about, honestly fresh berries that are delicious!

My hands are the brushes of artwork. They position themselves in ways I can’t even comprehend. They follow what my mind and heart express towards them. But one thing my hands know mostly is how to tie my shoes, it’s a classic.

Dot,
I am so glad you like strawberries again – I can not imagine life without them. When my hands look like my dad’s I know I do not have this disease under control or am not healing it….an early warning system so to speak

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Reading your post made me hungry for strawberries. Yum!

I love hands. As I age I notice my hands do too, but I absolutely love old people’s hands, so I don’t mind. All of those wrinkles, spots, scars, veins, etc, have a story to tell, and with blogging, we can tell ours. Sweet!

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Mama Zen,
My family just left lots of them home for 4th weekend – my hands are just plain exhausted tonight! We ate tons of cherries, blueberries and strawberries – very yummy weekend. Thank you for your very appreciated words

When I do the strawberries, my hands are my grandmother’s hands. I love the connection.

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My hands know by heart some guitar positions, how to roll pie crust, how to check a child’s forehead for fever.

Oh, and those beer traps – they would reel me right in Patricia, oh yeah!

xo

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Davina,
those strawberries were yummy and will be great Christmas gifts. I have been told by nearly everyone that since I look like my mother I am just like my mother – oops! Yes I look like my mum but I am far more like my father…as I become disease free ( my father died at 65 from this disease we share and his hands looks swollen and awful near they end) I get to see what healthy hands look like – my hands.

This is interesting what you say about your hands. I often see my mother’s hands when I look at mine. This was very poetic: “Hands that know the rhythm and motion by heart.”

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