Once again, time has managed to get away from me and I've let the blog go fallow for a while. No big surprise.
Shortly after that last blog post, Tammie's mother passed away. Her last few weeks were really hard on us, as the level of care she needed had quadrupled. Thank goodness for hospice. Despite the emotional and physical exhaustion, we did get to laugh at one point when Tammie finally came out to her mother and confessed that she and I were a couple. "We've been a couple for a long time," she said. Her mother struggled to sit up, leaned towards her daughter and said, "I'm dying."
Ok, Old Woman, you win. Crossing over beats coming out.
Whatever.
Anyway, after that it was time to get things done. Like a nice long rest. Or several of them, because unless you're dead, a single nice long rest is not possible at our house. Not with those ridiculous dogs alerting us to every dust mote and sassy sparrow they happen to see (and damn, we have lots of both!)
We also decided to keep our current sleeping quarters and turn the main bedroom (the one recently occupied by the Old Woman) into an arts and crafts room. We have enough supplies to furnish it well into the next century, so what the hell, right? Why use one of the largest rooms in the house just for sleeping, when crafting is just as important, and we'd really love to have the dining room table back.
Unfortunately, there is a LOT of craft stuff that needs to be sorted and put away, shelves to be built (from scratch) plus there are holiday decorations, mystery stuff that will go back into the closet or wherever until I'm ready to deal with it, and family things that need attention.
Writing is happening, but not the projects I should be working on, but it is enjoyable, so I'll keep it. Tammie and I have been working on a project that has gotten a little out of hand, but we're having a blast, so once it's tidied up enough to read like it wasn't written by six-month-old kittens having a psychotic break, I can go back to the Citadel Chronicles and get Claire and Cole back on track. Gosh, that's a lot of C's...
By the way, I've stepped away from facebook again. I lurk about once a week, but I will admit I'm feeling a little less depressed now that I've stopped getting sucked into the bad behavior of others, and swimming in the backwash of drama that doesn't even belong to me.
Life is good. I want to keep it that way.
