The Fabricated Goddess

A Week Of Not....

Okay, feeling much better, but still not back on track. I'm going to take a weeks break from the internet. I won't be reading blogs, updating status lines, or aimlessly surfing. I'm going to write (yes something waaaaaay on the back burner for too long) and Paint (with a capital 'p') a few canvasses that have been begging for attention and I'm going to do some sewing.

I'll see you back here next Monday. And that's a promise.

Stuck....

I had a whole post here explaining that I know I'm a delinquent blogging flunkie that I just deleted because I can explain where I'm at with one word: stuck.

I'm in a perpetual state of stuck and while I could ramble on about all the circumstances that have brought me here I just don't have the energy.

So, I'm going to take a break for a while. I don't know when I'll be back. Hopefully I can sort out some of my stuckedness. Yes, I realize that is not a word, but it should be.

I promise it's not a forever break. I just need to get sorted out.

Wait...

Today I received a text message from my sweet husband regarding my last post. It read: Love, read your last post, not exactly accurate.

I have no idea what he could possibly mean by that, since of course, every conversation we have must spin my way. What's inaccurate about that?

Michelle: Hey now, did you see me get up at 6 am two days now? To exercise, no less?

Erin: I did.

M: Up before anyone else in the house??

E: Yup.

M: I kind of enjoyed it.

E: You know it’s impressive that you’ve become a morning person because of me living with me all these years.

M: I know!

E: So what things have I changed because of living with you?

M: Um, none.

E: Wow. So you trump me in the personal growth department?

M: That sounds about right.

Evidence....

So, my precious mother left yesterday afternoon and we miss her already. It really was one of the best visits we've had in a long long while. The shopping didn't hurt either. Today we try to resume some semblance of normal. It's especially challenging this time considering how much furniture and stuff my parents managed to displace this trip out here. In preparation for their newest attempt to retire they brought me a bunch of stuff that they don't have room for at the farm, where, ostensibly, they are going to put themselves out to pasture for the rest of their days. Which, for a couple of spark plugs like those two, I'll believe when I see. I have a feeling their version of 'retirement' may be vastly different than mine. Mine includes a really cute cabana boy name Jorge who will clean the pool at my villa in Spain and bring me icy glasses of Pinot Grigio at noon, because I plan to put my liver thru it's paces by being a complete lush. I'll be OLD and wrinkly, so really who's going to care? There is a distinct probability that Monica and Huge's retirement will be far more productive than my life is right now. And you know, I'm okay with that.

So, they brought their extra goodies to us. A spiffy new (and well functioning, thank you) bbq (they have a built in gas one at the farm), an upright freeze (they have TWO of those!), a gimoungous armoir thing Ikea that gives us masses of much needed storage. AND a bed! I know, I can hear you say SHUT UP from here!

And there's one thing that Monica left behind when she left, as if all that other stuff wasn't enough. She left evidence of her presence here. Evidence I'm loathe to wash away.

Miss you, mama.

July....

Monica is leaving this afternoon and we have had a lovely visit. But as with all things, it must come to an end and life will presumably return to some semblance of normal. Or, well, normal for us. Which means of course that the laundry will pile up again. We'll tackle some of our outstanding jobs - the ones that wait until summer. We'll go to the beach and eat watermelon until it drips down our chins. We'll sit in the backyard at twilight and enjoy the warm air while it lasts. And we'll wistfully look forward to the next visit when the snow flies and the days are much shorter.

Until then we'll savour the time we had.