Monday, April 16, 2012
One of the bronze boo boo beads is growing up and I am pretty danged excited about it. Needs some work yet but this ones going into a secret project that will be a most awesome gift. At least I think it will be pretty awesome. More about that later.
There is a largish pile of bronze accumulating on my work table in lots of different stages of undoneness. Maybe later this week? Maybe to the Etsy shop soon? I'm kind of unpredictable these days.
My lab tests last Thursday weren't so great and resulted in the issuing of a lot of rules. I am not naturally inclined to follow rules.
I can't eat raw fruit or veg right now. It's a rule. The lettuce in the garden is perfect and beautiful and yummy and Peter is enjoying it and I am cranky about not eating lettuce.
There are way more bottles of hand sanitizer in our house than I have ever seen before. One would be more, actually, five is inundated.
I can't go out in crowds and that makes me want to go to the mall. I don't even like the mall but that is just the other side of not being naturally inclined to follow rules.
The weather is beautiful, sunny, and warm. I am allowed to go outside as long as I use sun screen and hand sanitizer. There is a bottle of hand sanitizer by the back door.
I planted 3 different kinds of tomatoes, green peppers, jalapeno, delicata and butternut squash, zuchinni, and cucumbers.
The weather is most likely contributing to the undoneness of the bronze pieces.
I hope the neighbors like zuchinni because I planted enough for everyone.
Old Bob is ignoring me and denies having napped on the artichoke Sunday afternoon.
Old Bob will be 12 on Wednesday and we are all so very happy he is still with us even if he does nap on the artichoke. (There is now a small fence around the artichoke.)
My hair started coming out Friday and I was in serious competition with the dogs for who sheds most. Not a pretty sight.
In an Edward ScissorsHands moment, I grabbed my sewing sheers and chopped it off. It felt good to take control.
My daughter's house in Wichita is fine. Her father in law who was working night shift at Boeing when the tornado hit, is fine. His house is gone, but he is fine and has a home to go to. All of our Wichita family and friends are accounted for and safe and unharmed, cleaning up and getting on with life. I am grateful beyond words.
I think that maybe not being able to eat lettuce is just the largest bit trivial in comparison.
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