Syd is Hanging In

 

Syd is hanging in.  He is anticipating spring.  Our front window is his TV.

My Mothers Old Presto Cooker

 

I inherited my mamas old pressure cooker.  I confess, I was always a bit afraid of this cooking device as it sounded like a rattle snake when it was in operation.

Today, I honor my mother as I cook up my first batch of Hydroxichloriquin which has been forbidden to us by the "scientists" in this country, while successfully being used in many other countries..

I am bringing three grapefruit and two lemons rinds to a boil, then simmering them for two hours. It is boiling now as I write.  After two hours of simmering I will remove the lid and let it cool.  Then I will strain it and put it into glass mason jars.

I fail to see how this could possibly be harmful to me, but I am still very afraid of my mothers old pressure cooker, and I also am very afraid of big pharmas experimental injection.

 

Writing My Way Back To You

 

I have been busy writing a book, and a grant for a potters wheel.  There has been little time to do much else these days of lock downs.  I miss throwing pots, painting, and visiting my friends.  I miss taking classes with other artists.

 January and February are always hard months for me.  I don't do well in the freezing cold.  I am not fond of cabin fever.  We have had over two years of it!  The book will be published mid March with a little luck and lots of prayer.

I will try to do better at keeping up with this blog.  The overt censorship is almost unbearable.  I pray that those who would attempt to silence us be exposed as the tyrants they are.  In the meantime, stay warm, stay safe, and stay strong.  I am writing my way back to you.