Do you sense a shift in attitude? A new beginning, just like Spring? Yes, it is called Better Living Through Chemistry and my new friend, Mr Gavapentin/Neurontin. I swear, I am seeing the sun, feeling the kiss of it on my skin and I know that Spring is here, even though we have a stinky forecast for this weekend, for snow up around 2500 feet. I, for one, am just over the moon for the past couple of days and all of my Jonquils are standing tall and proud, wherever Auger Rod could make a hole, last Autumn.
I know that I have been a crummy blogger but honestly, the thing with Shingles is that it hurts like hell and makes a person lose focus. So, those of you that are of a certain age and don't want to go through this agony, be really really smart and find out about getting the Anti-Shingles Shot, will ya? If not, do what I did and if you get a stabbingohmygod pain in your side, go directly to the doctor/ER and get on the anti-viral. It will knock this thing down as much as possible. Listen to your Pretend Mother.
Now then, after lunch, I decided to walk down to our "little" creek, the one that roars like The Colorado in the winter and then whispers itself down underground in the summer. It has been so goopy in the yard that it took until now to dry out some of this clay. I was checking out so many branches from one of our Mountain Maples that had just not been able to handle the heavy snow and was ready to pick up one of them when I saw this guy. We did a lot of work around him and left him alone. I went back later and captured him, surprised to find him still there. He is a sweet little Tree Frog, the size of a half dollar, at the most. He can adapt his color to his surroundings and here he is in Dead Branch Beige. One of these little guys can make such a racket. I adore them.
The creek is running slower and slower but then a nice bit of rain will refresh the flow. There is some debris from the crazy storms that we had this winter but a pretty shot of the now CALM Weaver Creek. I want to bottle the sound for the Summer!
So, it has been a good day here and I am mighty grateful for it. I had a great time talking to some really creative women on a conference call this morning and it helped me to remember the days when I just spent my time creating fanciful drawings, embroidery pieces and one of a kind knitted garments. What fun I had back then and I am thankful for the energy generated by this fabulous group. I told my pal Vicki that I was just doodling up a storm, as I listened to ideas swirling around and you know how doodles are...one line or dot leads to another. Funny, that.
I want to tell you that I am just so excited to head to Atlanta for Stitches South. I want to shout to the rooftops that if you build it, we will come and so they are and we will. Rod was pretty horrified to find out that Amtrak has decided to do away with their package capabilities at the Atlanta Station and was trying to tell me that he would be WILLING to drive to freaking Alabama to pick things up for the show. Well, I would love a nice drive but not for THAT reason and especially not after the show is over. No way, no how. A voice came into my ear, whispering...UPS. You see, the problem with UPS or any delivery service getting to the show floor is what the PIRATES/aka Decorators/Teamsters were going to hold us up for. We get two "trips" or skips delivered to our booth for "free", if WE drive it in but if UPS delivers to the floor, it would cost us about $1000 (!) to have the Pirates do the same deed. HELL NO. The whisper told me to ask UPS if they could simply deliver the boxes to their warehouse/shipping center and keep them for us to pick up with the rented van, as we had been doing with Amtrak. Bingo! So, we can tell the Pirates thank you, as they deliver our goods to our booth for FREE. Where there is a will, there is a way, people. It costs us SO much to bring our work across country and I am not going to let some funky RULE cost me an extra grand. I work too hard for that money, so THERE!
Let's see, oh, I have a pretty picture for you. Some merino/tencel in a color I call Tropical Breeze. Delicious and so subtle. I know that some of you are waiting for me to catch up with the batts and as I begin to feel better, I am getting there. Rod has begun helping me a lot more in the dye room, doing the washing and drying for me. Wow...just that has made a great difference, allowing me to get through orders more quickly. I guess that he finally feels that he is not a Retiree but a Small Business Owner. It has been a long transition for someone who worked the corporate gig for 37 years. I guess that I had to be shut down by this Nerve Crud to show him that I am not REALLY Wonderwoman...ya think?
Tropical Breeze Merino/Tencel Batts.
So, my mother is being cared for by some Angels on Earth. Her nurse, April, is the sunniest being. She seems to just live for these little aged people and cares for each of them with such grace and happiness. I don't know how she does it but honestly, mom is SO lucky to have her. Her condition is topsy turvy with this and that infection and we figure that something will finally take her. She was pretty Sideways the last time that I saw her but because she tested positive for a UTI, I can imagine that she was Nutty because of it.
Aww, I hear a little ribbit coming from outside. There must be a House Colored little frog calling to the Branch colored frog. Welcome Spring.
Thank you for your patience and caring. I can't tell you how it has helped me to Calm Down. Ah, ten minutes to Wine O' Clock. I AM feeling better...MWAH!