Thursday, January 31, 2008
So I only have tomorrow and Monday left to commute into Cambridge. HURRAY!!!! Tuesday and Wednesday they are moving us and Thursday we get to unpack and settle into our new homes close to home. I can't wait! But I was getting a bit nostalgic today about not coming into the city anymore, and might make the time to come in for meetings in our corporate office - just to get my city fix.
I had my first class last night at the Worcester Art museum, a continuation of a mixed media class from the fa... I do find it a bit frustrating in that there are very few continuing students so we seem to start the same stuff over and over again. But I'm doing my own projects so it is really a one on one class for me. I did bring in some items for critique and got some good feedback about distressing a frame for a shadowbox, and some other good feedback. We are also doing an art piece a day for the class, and I've decided to do a paper - mixed media quilt. Should be interesting.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Tonight my nephews were supposed to come over for a relaxing sleepover, but yesterday their grandmother died, suddenly and of a stroke, so I am going up to NH to be with the family and just have a hug with those kids. Yes, they're almost 15 and "understand" death but in reality they are still little kids, excited about going to see their Nonna and surprising her with a visit. Yes, they understand that it was a "good death" in that she didn't suffer and didn't linger on this earth too long after suffering that stroke, but oh boy... they are sad and hurting and all I want to do is to get up there and actually touch them. It's almost an overwhelming feeling, this need to touch.
So, there goes the day off at home. Can't sort out those old clothes for Goodwill. Can't go to the postoffice. Can't do all the itsy-bitsy chores that fill up a day...but I can be there for my boys, give them a big hug for me and for them and help them thru this sad time.
Ah well... I guess I do understand where time really goes.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
My personal favorite is the octopus type charger for all the essential road warrior equipment - and the marshmellow shooter. Just what you want on a plane.
Thanks for all the non-lectures, and caring messages. I am feeling great..and then my dr called me today and said that the antibiotic that I am on is not effective against this infection, so she put me on another one that I started tonight. I think the first one must have been doing something otherwise I'd still be on the bathroom floor!
Ah well, a peaceful weekend is planned. The kids are coming over with the third "Pirates of the Caribbean" and we'll just lounge and enjoy each other. Lovely.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
I have time to think on a plane, and time to write, sort out my computer messes, people watch and draw funny pictures from the in flight “you must buy this” magazine. .
I am fuming a bit because I missed my flight this morning, and missed out on the upgrade that I usually get on that flight. But they’ve got me in an exit row so at least I can move my legs around. We connect in Dallas to go to San Diego, and I’m hoping for a smooth connection. ( it was and I got upgraded on that leg so yay for me!)
I’m still amazed that I missed my flight; it is so unlike me that I question whether I am still under the weather or I just didn’t want to go.
Here’s what happened. I think I had an infection brewing for a few weeks but was unaware of it. Actually I wasn’t totally unaware but was not paying attention. Too busy with parents and holidays etc. So this thing brewed and brewed and finally got my attention on Thursday - so I hopped off to the Dr. and got some wonderful antibiotics. But think about it, by that time something had been brewing in my system for a few weeks and a few doses of antibiotics was not the magic bean
Thursday night I woke in a cold sweat, was clammy and uncomfortable and rather delirious, I knew something was wrong but couldn't’t articulate it, had no fever, in fact it was very low and in our house you aren’t sick unless you have a fever. I was hyperventilating and kept walking around because it felt like my blood pressure was low and all I could think to do was move. I was stumbling around the house feeling like I needed something, went into the bathroom – passed out and on the way down pulled the towel rack right out of the wall. And not just the rack part – the actual piece of the wall pulled out. On the way down I must have hit the bathtub with my hip because I have a black and blue mark the size of my hand – it’s actually more black than blue and is really ugly looking, and twisted my back – yow! I think I was heading towards sepsis and the fact that I was on antibiotics kept me from going all the way there. I have no idea if this makes medical sense at all but the dictionary says symptoms are:
Cool, pale extremities
High or very low temperature, chills
Low blood pressure, especially when standing
Low urine output (due to kidney failure)
Rapid heart rate
Restlessness, agitation, lethargy, or confusion
Shortness of breath
Of which I had most.
I managed to get up from the hard bathroom floor to see a horrified and terrified husband who had no clue what to do, except to help me get back to bed and try to calm me down. I don’t think he had any idea how potentially scary this might have been. He thought about driving me to the ER but we were having sleet and snow, and by the time he thought about calling 911 I was asleep again. To him, fever means sick and no fever means not sick. He is not clued into the “no fever, potentially worse” scenario. Well, he is now. He has strict instructions about delirium and odd behavior associated with an infection. He also stayed up all night worrying that I would start walking around again and would fall down the stairs and hit my head.
So, wisely I didn’t go to work on Friday, didn’t fly to California on Saturday as planned, and took it easy most of the weekend. We did go snowshoeing yesterday for a short time, and it did leave me exhausted and sore. Nice slow walks along the ocean are planned for California this week. Nice and peaceful.
Before anyone lectures me, I did call the Dr for a complete physical when I get back. And yes, I know that this could have been life threatening. Funny thing …when you’re feeling sick you don’t think logically do you? Someone else has to do that for you. My non- medical hubby had better wise up!
So all this trauma must be why I had a good night’s sleep last night and slept thru the alarm, the phone calls from the limo company and my internal alarm clock. I just needed it! And I promise to pay attention to body signals in the future ...good lord one would think I was a medical idiot. ...
Perhaps I really needed that extra two hours of sleep, don't think I'm really feeling perfectly well yet. Well, hopefully they'll be a hot tub at the hotel that I can soak my weary bones in.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
I hope I have it finished before winter comes.
A good friend just told me that she is going to be a first time grandma. I'm starting her gender neutral quilt already!
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
There will be more pictures coming of more fun stuff.
So the socks are on my feet, I'm wrapped in color and am going back to bed. Thanks Deb.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Now I can see the colors, now perhaps I'll try to draw them.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Monday, January 7, 2008
Sunday, January 6, 2008
This is a copy from a colored pencil instruction booklet - not even 0.1% as good as what is in the book but a fair start when I looked at it the next day (it was that art fairy from Casey's blog!). (Original drawing by M. Ferron)
Saturday, January 5, 2008
First one above and then scanned in and color enhanced. I love the fact that you can adjust colors to see what they look like when changed. Sometimes it's a bad feature, sometimes it fun to play with a different color scheme without going back and redoing everything. Cheating? maybe - what do you think?
It's not meant to be a "7" in the circle about, it's just the way it turned out. But since it supposed to be a lucky number, maybe I'll take it as a sign.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Let me set the scene. Many years ago we bought our first house - and had to go WAY out into what was then the country to be able to afford a house. And since we were in the country we bought an antique house, surrounded by apple orchards, with our closest neighbor about 1/4 mile away. Now picture a girl from NYC moving to rural Massachusetts, I was such a rube. The first night we moved in I went to take my dog for a walk, went to the end of the driveway and thought "what now - there are no sidewalks?". Poor Parker got walked in the yard only that night.
Anyway, our wonderful neighbors across the street had a huge old house and barn and they kept sheep and chickens. We would trade pet sitting and one year they went away and I got to take care of the sheep and the chickens - and to keep the eggs if I wanted them.
I came home from work the first night and ALL the chickens had gotten out of their coop somehow and were all clustered around the front barn doors, clucking and scratching, and making a general racket. Mr. Rooster was hiding somewhere, not protecting his girls at all. I had NO idea how to get them back into the barn. I opened the doors but they couldn't figure out how to get thru the doors and back into their little space. I wouldn't touch them - I thought they would bite. So, since I was wearing a red coat, which was long and beautiful and by a famous designer - I held open the flaps of the coat, and scrunched down and HERDED the damn chickens back into their coop. My husband was across the street HYSTERICAL with laughter. But he didn't offer to help, cause he was scared of them also. But it worked, they all moseyed back into the barn and into their section.
I didn't take the eggs, I was so scared that the chickens would bite me and fly at me, and peck my eyes out that I just left the eggs as they were. My neighbor collected them when she got home, and brought them over.
So that's my chicken story. I think that all chickens in the world share about 2 or 3 brain cells and just shuffle them around. I know that there are alot of chicken lovers out there who might take offence, maybe these were specially dopey chickens, but every time I took care of those animals I made sure they were well locked up and would never get out again. And I still never collected the eggs.