It's November 11, for cryin out loud!!!

It's November 11, for cryin out loud and I just passed Christmas decorations in a yard on my way home from work. What in blue blazes?????

Have been sick. Am tired of being sick. Sore knee, rash, bronchitis. Keeps me from doing glass and I have such LOVELY ideas. I can't wait to get started.

news and news and news

First news - Harold's ng tube came out so they made an emergency run to University of Chicago to have it put back in since he is now where near ready to eat anything solid - poor sweety tried unsuccessfully to eat Jello. They numbed him but didn't wait long enough and thus reinserted tube in distressingly long minutes. At least it won't come out, we hope.

Second news - successful year for me at Medieval Faire - made 1100 plus dollars and sold many items. It just thrills me to know so many of my creations are in other homes. Makes me smile hugely.

Third news - went to unpack glass stuff today at the shop I am affiliated with. It was a stressful moment when the owner and a good friend argued and the friend left in a huff. I cannot help but cringe at conflict. Got a lot unpacked. Brought some stuff home to redo and to re-enforce. The day ended horribly. There was a call to the shop. Someone we've all known for quite a while at the faire (but only know first names for most players) who worked closely with the pickle goddess died of a stroke yesterday. When she didn't show on Sunday everyone got worried so Kathy, the pickle goddess, called Stephany's parents. They found her in her bathroom unconscious Sunday afternoon. They rushed her to the hospital. She was in ICU but died on Wednesday evening. She was 39. My heart weeps.

Sorry for the sad note but I want her remembered. She was always nice to me. God hold you safe in his/her arms forever, Stephany.

It's all relative

On Thursday my brother-in-law was operated on for tongue cancer. They cut his throat from ear to ear, removed cancer from the base of his tongue and his tonsil. Then they moved over to his chest, cut his pectoral muscle, moved it around and ran it up the side of his throat to connect it to his tongue. Eventually he will be able to swallow and hopefully talk. He smoked. On the other hand, his mother never did and died of brain cancer so his propensity for this disease could be 50% smoking and 50% hereditary. My sister is not alone, her sister-in-law is a nurse so she was there to calm her when she finally saw him. The first time she saw him she was shocked, scared, and ill prepared for the sight. Thank God she had someone with her who KNEW what she was looking at. Friday was better - he looked better, had some color, and sat up all day because they promised if he did so, they would remove his Foley (catheter) and they did. Saturday he walked the hall three times, then fell asleep at 4, exhausted. My sister misses him. She has discovered her home is not a home at all. He is her home and when something like this happens, the reality hits her hard.

I did well at the fair yesterday. I think it was because the worry had lessened. Sadly I ripped my new skirt. It's a gorgeous blend of colors but it's muslin and fragile. I think I stepped on it. Now it needs sewn but I think I can do the repair so it won't be too noticeable. Or maybe I'll pay someone to repair it. Haven't decided yet.

I am off today, Sunday, to share the time with my spouse. It was our anniversary yesterday. We've been married 37 years, and he is my home. As long as he is on this plane (or is it plain?) of existence I will be at home. Once he leaves, I will be lost. We are going to see a movie and eat out. Probably not real good for us because we are both over weight but what the heck. It's hot and I don't want to cook. LOL

Wishing y'all bright blessings.

Thoughts

I attended a friend's father's calling hours. It's been six months since my dad passed. I cried all the way home. Got to work and found out our manager's mother-in-law passed away this morning. Tomorrow night I will attend those calling hours. I hope I can hold it all together.

Last weekend we sold a lot of stuff at the booth. Seems kinda crass considering the above but I simply LIVE for the four weekends in July and the first two weekends of August. Having said that, I will only be there Saturday this weekend so C (my other half) and I can spend some time together to celebrate our thirty seven years of wedded bliss. Okay, our thirty seven years of coping with each other actually sounds better and is a lot closer to the truth. Sometimes marriage is just simply hard work - on both sides.

This is a time of creativity for me. More ideas popping inside my head every day. Every year I vow to continue doing glass all through winter and every year I fail to keep that promise to myself. I think the key will be to cut and grind as many new pieces as I want, then foil them at my leisure while watching tv this winter. We'll see how that goes - keep ya posted on that one.

Works in progress