It's Monday

Ok, the economy has finally hit us. Well, silly, I mean it is finally causing us to bleed. Welcome to the real world, eh?

It's Monday, and my daughter will be home from Nashville shortly from sending her boy off to Albuquerque for the summer. It will be quiet, but I'll miss him.

Mike and I built (ok, Mike built and I gave directions) a flower box around the railing of our front porch. We'll have salad every day through October starting next month. Whoohoo. Think I'll turn green?

This has been a wierd month. After Jacob's mom died, our nephew's cancer returned and everyone is worried. I'm looking at herbs to help, but I believe trying to treat cancer with herbs is irresponsible. I've agreed to help on the condition that his oncologist is in the loop. But, frankly, I don't know if nephew is on board. I think mom and uncle are searching for the magic wand, but I will certainly help where I can. As long as we are only complimenting his regimen, not replacing or suggesting this would be better. (and NOT doing anything that would compromise his best chance at recovery) I hope this is not crossing some line. We'll see. Then a great nephew started having seizures out of nowhere. I won't say it comes in threes, although that has been my experience, because I do not believe my nephew's problems are at the caliber of the other two. But, it has been a strange month.

The conference went well. Membership and attendance doubled. Everyone is happy. Enough of that.

My nails are brown, and I can't get them clean. I'm playing in the mud, which makes me happy. I want to put up one of my smaller looms and make myself another belt. I have one I wear all the time, but frankly it should probably not be worn for everyday stuff. So I want to make another. And some cuffs. And wraps for my hair. Like these things might make me look better. But I will like them, and it is time to bring the beads back out. Back be damned!

I wonder how my friend Liz is doing. She's making mini quilts, I saw, but worry about her job(s). Maybe she would have suggestions for the quilting the irish do, where they sew the stitching into patterns (vs stitch in the ditch or other like techniques) for a birthday present. I've got two more pair of drapes to make, but have trouble lifting them lined. Heavy stuff, and arthritis complains when I start pleating. Am thinking of smocked pleating, this time.

Let's see how the wind blows. For now, I'm thinking and playing in the mud.

Happy Monday!