The Eyes (I's) Have It

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I found that this year we will see what comes. I have made in my mind, some major decisions about Wesleys education, my work, my surroundings and who I want to accept in my circle of friends. I am ambivalent about what about upcoming shows and I know Bill is too. I just want think to be tidy, completeand have direction.

I have become more forthright about those who gets to engage and who not be part of my circle.  So in the next couple months as things come to fruition I hope to have even more item marked off on my lists of tasks and what I want to see for my future as well as mu family. 

I did take a short hiatus to blogging but all in due time as to a regular output of relevant info.

Merry Moustache!!

So we are just doing the relaxing thing on Christmas Day since we worked at Christmas Eve to prepare the main gig. We did wake up to a white Christmas. Not as huge as was predicted but it was something. I made money yesterday and did a few things but today I am planted on the couch (deep couch sitting) and playing on the comp. Of coarse telly is on and I am watching Niki on Rehab Attic.
Old dogs went out, did their thing and promptly returned to the warmth of the front room, Wesley's office. The little dog put her pink polka dotted fleece on, went down the stairs and tried to return. Not a chance. Duty calls. Chickens made their way out to their run to eat and drink and then they returned to their coop. Too cold for anyone even at 32 degrees F.
So dinner was a strange case of melancholy and since I forgot the cranberries and I still had Linda's homemade cranberry sauce in the freezer, I took a sparing amount for dinner. So it became more melancholy. I stayed up late to watch Crime shows with retired detective Kenda. A whole lot of slaughter and mayhem and occasionally I threw in a DIY show. Finally I passed out and woke at 6 am feeling like I have slept in.
Sun is now out and will probably melt everything off and become an ice sheet tonight:)

Santa, Christmas and all that crap, ew sorry crapola.

It is the holidays and for the most part I am feeling melancholy. It isn't the same without Linda, her enthusiasm was contagious. So here we are, Bill and I the orphaned children, trying to make lemons from lemonade. He is having severely rough days. On top of it his estranged mean sister is in a coma and he doesn't know what to do. I suggested preservation, do nothing. Family is an earned thing. You can't be abusive and think you have the right to all the love and care that could come from someone she was so crappy to. Especially since he has had the worst year EVER!
So I am just meandering around trying to clean up loose ends and figure out he new year for myself, Bill, Galaske and the kids. So on our first real snowy day here in the mountains I will draw out a plan till I can get down to the shop to work on things in there. That is another story since it does need and overhaul.

Shop, work, Bob, decorate

That is what i need people to do. Shop!! So today I am home. but in my mind I am working on this to unload!!! Yes moving them along. That means a lot of comp work. A few things have to be mailed and some have to be photographed and sent to a new destination. I am just not feeling good.That darn female thang.
Yesterday Bill and I went to San Dimas to do our bit and found we both were not on our A game.
But the day didn't get started till I got all my morning chores done. That meant I got hit with a deceased chicken. Bob, who really was a girl. So I tried to make funeral arrangements but my mortician was not physically capable of digging. So Bob got put in a bag and then in a box and then in an empty trashcan. I was late making arrangements. Sigh. So today, we work, set up our tree and then bury Bob.

Hammering out the details...

Yes, we hammered out the details as Bill and I dined at our regular haunt. The only Lily-friendly eating establishment in Frazier business loop. We got details of the closing of his house, met with the buyers realtor and fine tuned what we were scheduled to do this week. Loaded truck for Jens house and Amy's hearth. It was a day of working the final 10 days.
10 days, Linda and Bill will be no more on this mountain. I will have to connect with Bill down below at Amy's. No more Lake of the Woods runs, no more meeting for lunch, no more yakking about locals. Bill will have a new full time reality. The upshot it is insulated by the girls. Amy, Jen and the grandkids will be there and that makes it bearable for me. I worry and now I do not have to.
So distracting myself with the hammering out of those details is a big relief. The empty spot I will feel eventually will be replaced by a new scenario, I just have to adapt. As we all do. Bill and I are the two orphaned children who have to call something new home. So onto the next task for tomorrow and the day after....

Remnants of the Past show, my review!

 Remnants of the Past show, my review! It was beautiful and at the same time awful. If I see one more 60 something year old gal running around in neutral linens and schmoozing, I think I would have needed a drink at the overpriced bar outside. Ok, I got over the $15 to get in and the $5 for parking. I was good with that since this promised to be something special. But here is what floored me. Everything was shabby, neutral, frenchy, rusty and foremost extremely overpriced. I can order from French dealers and bulk load and still be under what one uninteresting enamel sign costs. Too much wire mattress remnants for several hundred American dollars. So many things ridiculous that my eyes hurt and I was suffering from repetitive sensory overload. Bill and I don't look like the gals schmoozing so I know we stood out. Somewhere in the mix/mob after we too ran into people, air kissed and hugged, I pulled out the map and looked for Sandee, Stan, Bonnie and Heathers booth. 

Black Bird Vintage Design!! Needless to say we hung out there and neither Sandee or Stan were wearing linen, instead black t-shirts--yay!. Commonsense prices, a good mix of oddities and anything else, plus the frenchy, shabby, farm, rusty, stuff as well. Bill and I spent $500 together, not because they are our friends but they had what we wanted. We forced ourselves to go around again and again until we were dizzy. We now understood these milling husbands who had a complacent look on their faces and coveted a mixed drink in their hands. Once Stan helped us to load, Bill and I climbed into big red and rushed to the parking lot that was suppose to be a highway. We concluded that Remnants was so overwhelmingly overwhelming that we felt like we worked the show!! But I loved what we bought and I still don't know where I am going to hang my Exit sign.

A big kiss for my son...he was Divine

Yes, A big kiss today... to my 14 year old who put up with his mother all day yesterday. Nothing worked out, wasn't feeling well, had visions of running over numerous people, made fun of things, talked back to my gal on the phone who gives me directions, needed Starbux desperately throughout, etc...
Since he couldn't fix anything, he joined me and we turned a crappy day into a fun day!! So here is to Wesley!! Muah!!