What’s for dinner…?

What’s for dinner? They all seem to shout as I come home from work or in from my shop.  Not one suggestion or offer from those who stare in hopes the dinner will magically appear.
What’s for dinner? I ask them back but no answer will come from those staring back.
I throw out suggestions here and there but not one of those suggestions are accepted I fear. So I rummage through the cupboards and the internet too, hoping to find a dish that is new…

(Well tonight I decided on Salmon patties. Simple enough, but it would be nice if someone would speak up and give suggestions instead of expecting me to know what they do or do not want.)

Another wine cooler Monday!

I know I should get things done today and tomorrow, but I am having issues.  My stomach is really acting up and I am (again) having trouble sleeping.  I know I should be digging out my paints, reeds or the like, but every time I think about it something pops its head out and I find myself having to do things I did not plan on.  I know I should tell visitors “no” and take the proverbial phone off the hook, but that isn’t always as effective as one might think.  I have a neighbor down the block who always shows up unannounced for coffee (wither or not it is ready or I am in the middle of projects. A lady who always wants me to go for coffee with her and my other work that the hubster keeps piling up for me to do. Boy, I could use a wine cooler right about now! One wild berry mix please! Any way, I do hope your days/evenings are doing better than mine lately!

Fathers/dads

Everyone has a father wither or not you remember or know him.  He is the one responsible for your being here.  But there are other fathers out there for you. The mentor who encourages you to learn and grow. The guardian who makes sure you are safe when you go about your daily lives and the one who becomes the substitute who is either a stepfather or one who, despite everything you do is there for you. Whom ever that father is I wish them all a wonderful day on Father’s Day (this coming Sunday!)

Now the studio is completed (except for … )

Well, the structure is done. Windows in, electricity, flooring, loft (for storage) painted … Now it needs to get organized.  What I thought was just my studio (which would give me a place for working ALL my art projects) has become our work shop/studio. IE I am relegated into choosing 1 thing to work on at any time (aside secretarial crap for him). He is doing 2 things, stained glass and minor repair of furniture.  Anyway, my dreams of having a private workshop where no one hangs over my shoulder and critics everything I do (IE telling me I am doing it wrong because HE would never do it this way … ) has been shot to heck and I continue to have that annoying shadow following me EVERYWHERE!

I will be posting photos of the place soon as I get the camera out here.  We still need a heater, shades and he is currently working on a peg system to hang the reeds for my baskets … Oh yeah! Did I tell you I was going to do baskets?  Hope you are all having a great day!

A hot do nothing kind of day

Today is one of those days when I truly would rather sit in a dark cool place or by a waterfall/pond/ocean and relax. Today it is humid due to the short thunderstorm which hit us yesterday.  It is suppose to have chances of Thunder showers all week (including the days I work in the museum).  This means when the sun does decide to peer out at us it will be hot and sticky. If it weren’t for the occasional breeze we would be totally miserable.  As it is no one really wants to be out and about in this weather which means NOTHING gets done. Plus my husband left huge lengths of wood in my studio so I have to either walk around or over them to get stuff done.  URG!!

Anyway, I am in hopes that if the hot weather is on the hotter side in June, then maybe it won’t be so hot on the hotter days so our trips down to Martin and back won’t be so hard on the dog(s) and car!  And MAYBE I can get some work done.  Anyway, I have been going through all the video tutorials of basket weaving before I actually start work on them so I won’t screw up.  I think I really don’t need them since it looks way too easy.  But my hubster won’t let me start until I go over everything at least 15 times before going near the reeds!  He reminds me of an engineer who keeps measuring/calculating and either doesn’t start the project or never finishes it.  I want to start it and learn by working with the materials rather than spend time staring at the materials and do nothing at all!!!

Looks like I am going to get Jr. on the 21st.  It will be nice to actually see/hear him instead of being ignored.  Sure he is old enough to be out on his own, but I would like to not be ignored while he is gone.  IE I miss him!

More later …

Feeling disconnected …

I know that this comes and goes, especially for those of us who have dealt with depression and the like. This is one of those times for me. The weather is finally changing to warm (though I have heard it might get cold with possible snow showers later this week), and I have gone outside and soaked up the sun’s warmth. I feel though that I am walking in a fog, like I really am looking into a fishbowl which is my life.

I think that it may be that things are still up in the air for me and it seems that a lot of my so called friends and family are hoping it will fall through. (My mother made it slip that they blame me for loosing the house and not the circumstances surrounding it.  Go figure. They won’t tell me to my face, they will just dis me and not listen to what really happened.  Just like my cousin who ruined our car because he said I lied about sending my uncle the titles to the trailer and car. He never apologized when my uncle said he got them.) What they don’t realize is that I NEED this.  The schooling, being away from home and family, being in another world that is not the norm for here or me. Yes, I have my uppers now, though until I get the partials in the next couple of months, I will be having a balance problem with them. I start back to work at the city museum and gift shop at the end of May, (though again I enjoy the work, I have problems with being around people) and I have still to hear about the schooling and apartment.  It is a lot to think about and have hanging over head. I plan to take the math accuplacer test at the end of this month and I get my last MMR shot in a couple of weeks. I want this all to fall into place but know that it may not.  If I don’t do this I feel that I will never get to know what I could have done or been.

A double passing …

People may think it is strange I am mentioning both a fur-baby and a human passing in the same post, but since they passed in that sequence over the weekend I will talk about both in this blog.

The fur-baby started out in Michigan where my husband found her at a local shelter. She was the runt of a box of kittens someone had dumped off for adoption/disposal back in 1999. She traveled with him back to California and ended up with mom as her companion in 2004. She ended up traveling with mom to the Dakotas with two other cats and out lived them by many years. She was around 18 when she drew her last breath at 729 am on Sat.

Cleo and his wife were responsible for us moving from New Mexico to the Dakotas, and they became great friends. Cleo ran a real estate business and Carolyn was his partner in the business. Both worked hard in the community who didn’t accept strangers. He had heart problems and Diabetes, which cost him both legs and many trips to the hospital.  He was also an unpublished writer for which I hope will not remain so since Carolyn was editing his last book and I hope will have published soon. He passed in his sleep last night.

We will miss them both.