SubscribeI have been remiss in not posting more here. This is, after all, where I have decided I should be able to let my hair down and talk about whatever.
Of course, what starts making me post today is that this year stinks so far, and I’d really like a do-over, please. From losing Dad at the end of last month, to the crackdown on journalists in China (one of them (the one described in one news report as the “most extreme case” of beatings) is my wonderful cousin, Stephen Engle) – I’m not doing so well right now. Oh, and one of my other cousins lost his best friend last week, too. This hasn’t been a great couple of months for the clan.
On the other hand, I’ve been wonderfully creative. I have a costume almost finished for a show in April, and a set, too. I’ve got a year’s worth of newsletter posts planned out and mostly written, if not photographed for illustrations. Life is looking up, even while it’s ripping me to shreds. In a way, right now I feel like I’m balancing on a razor blade and trying to walk along it. Anything I do might knock me off into a whirlpool of crying. Or I might grab that trapeze that’s floating above it and get lots accomplished, but knowing full well that that just means I’m going to have to dismount into that whirlpool at a later date.
I think, right now, it’s the trapeze for me. Show, Online needlework trade show, estate stuff, memorial planning. I don’ t have time to fall apart completely. So I won’t. Much as I’d like to. Hopefully I’ll be around here more. Maybe. No promises.