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dancing_crowWhen you talk to someone you haven't talked to since high school finished, becaue neither of ou are the kind of people who go reunions, and they ask how you are, or what you're up to, what do you answer?
I'm married, I have two girls, ages 21 and 17 (gulp, how DID they get that old already?) I am still horse crazy, I am curently working as an artist, I am the stay at home mother for an entire neighborhood, on everyone's emergency forms and cell phones, we have no pets because my sweet huband is allergic to EVERYTHING and I am almost relieved when i think of the bodily functions I do not have to deal with but damn I miss having a dog, or a cat. Something soft.
I read a lot. I make stuff. Although honestly I had a minor meltdown on FB about someone asking what I did all day "you're on the computer and you mess about with fabric" yeah. basically. So I started calling my work Welded and Pierced Textiles which sounds metal as fuck, and made me laugh. The best part was having a couple friends commiserate - Helen Husher who writes, and wrote a book that made me cry, siad she gets looks when she ways she's a writer, like didn't we do that in second grade and aren't we better by now? and Velma said paper-making brought slightly terrified stares, like paper was a thing? to make? and didn't just exist in reams at Staples?? and when she talks about weaving (not even the weaving she does which is spun paper) they just give up.
[having lunch with a barn owner and someone she was hiring to fix some machines, the someone said "you don't drink, you don't smoke, you don't shoot the shit, what DO you do??" and I said "I think, I make things and I read." It was an odd moment of mutual incomprehension]
other people's medical issues are getting worse, S is basically not responding to chemo and one lung is gone because of it, and the other could be operated on if the first one was functioning... she's facing the end life stuff, but fighting it like hell, and still looking for a way out, so appointments in Boston and possibly further afield. and then, she and H are so set of shielding each other from everything they won't talk. I could scream at them from frustration, but they will come to it, or not, on their own and it is NOT MY DEPARTMENT.
still the flip side of that is the kid who was depressed and overwhelmed and suffering strange gut issues is on an antidepressant that is working for her and she is PERKY y'all. She is happy and smiling and I have not seen her so upbeat in ever, basically. So that is going very right, at the moment.
I'm married, I have two girls, ages 21 and 17 (gulp, how DID they get that old already?) I am still horse crazy, I am curently working as an artist, I am the stay at home mother for an entire neighborhood, on everyone's emergency forms and cell phones, we have no pets because my sweet huband is allergic to EVERYTHING and I am almost relieved when i think of the bodily functions I do not have to deal with but damn I miss having a dog, or a cat. Something soft.
I read a lot. I make stuff. Although honestly I had a minor meltdown on FB about someone asking what I did all day "you're on the computer and you mess about with fabric" yeah. basically. So I started calling my work Welded and Pierced Textiles which sounds metal as fuck, and made me laugh. The best part was having a couple friends commiserate - Helen Husher who writes, and wrote a book that made me cry, siad she gets looks when she ways she's a writer, like didn't we do that in second grade and aren't we better by now? and Velma said paper-making brought slightly terrified stares, like paper was a thing? to make? and didn't just exist in reams at Staples?? and when she talks about weaving (not even the weaving she does which is spun paper) they just give up.
[having lunch with a barn owner and someone she was hiring to fix some machines, the someone said "you don't drink, you don't smoke, you don't shoot the shit, what DO you do??" and I said "I think, I make things and I read." It was an odd moment of mutual incomprehension]
other people's medical issues are getting worse, S is basically not responding to chemo and one lung is gone because of it, and the other could be operated on if the first one was functioning... she's facing the end life stuff, but fighting it like hell, and still looking for a way out, so appointments in Boston and possibly further afield. and then, she and H are so set of shielding each other from everything they won't talk. I could scream at them from frustration, but they will come to it, or not, on their own and it is NOT MY DEPARTMENT.
still the flip side of that is the kid who was depressed and overwhelmed and suffering strange gut issues is on an antidepressant that is working for her and she is PERKY y'all. She is happy and smiling and I have not seen her so upbeat in ever, basically. So that is going very right, at the moment.