I was looking back at my recent posts, and I noticed that I referred to Jason as my “finance.” We (especially I) had a good laugh over this. We jokingly refer to each other as “my FEE-aahns” anyway, so the fact that I muddled it up even more, well, it was funny to us. I thought when I first typed it that it didn’t look right, but I was more focused on the French masculine vs. feminine thing and wondering if I had the right amount of e’s. The bottom line is that, though he takes very good care of me, he is not my finance. Am I going to go back and change it? No. If someone wants to think he is my “finance,” let him.
What a day today has been! Strangeness in the air. Ever have days like that? I don’t think I have ever handled as many pieces of paper in my life!! I know I haven’t. I processed pounds and pounds of paper today! Ohhhhhh, bright colors and lots of cardstock. Yum. And working with the public. Have you done that? Well, now, that can be interesting.
I wanted to share a couple of photos. Recently I was with all four of my “babies” at one time! It rarely happens. My dear Jason got them all together without telling me, so when I came home from work one evening not long ago we had a catered meal and lots of time to talk and laugh.
How I love these children! They make my heart sing. Maybe it was Dr. Phil who said we are only as happy as our saddest child. True. These children were my world when they were growing up. To educate them, teach them, love them, hold them — that was my day-to-day life. To have them all around me like this now… I am so happy.
Why I always seem stuck when I come here to write: this was the repository for my efforts for all those years. My brave, endless, courageous attempts to keep it all afloat and right — they were put here. I come here. I am in quicksand.
I was in quicksand.
Not anymore. Acknowledging something — figuring it out — is the first step forward.
Can we talk about how much I love NOT having to type medical notes every day? Can we talk about how much I love doing heavy lifting, physical work, moving displays, making art for displays, working at REUSE for my living? Be still my heart, indeed! I was on my way to work here. Decided to jump up on the fashion stump.
Today I am working furiously on business plans, personal mail and bills, and just cleaning up my art studio. What a ding-dang mess it is! I cannot function when it’s this bad, but I have been working on several projects and have pulled out way too much at one time. Henny Penny, I sure wish you were here to help me.
Oh, and I want to buy just one water plant today for the garden. Just one. Please. And thank you.