I write today to let you know my sister passed away on August 15. She had been diagnosed with pancreatic Cancer and underwent surgery. I spent a week with her during her hospital stay, a precious week, that I am so blessed to have had. She lived in Michigan, and I am in Minnesota.
We had many conversations about our faith, and quiet times just being together. The nurse in me says "I'm in the anger stage" I am pissed off about everything.
I have chosen to express my anger on the big black dog that lives in my house, and makes my life miserable. The dog hair has always been a source of contention, well I have elevated my discontent trifold. This dog (lab/Shepperd) 100 lbs. 3" long hair - black!
Next it was my son who took care of the house, or lack there of, while we were gone. He's 21 years old. And you'd think under the circumstances, he could have had the house partially clean. Of course not, my fault bad mothering.
Next, I moved to my husband, and complained about the two screen doors that have been in need of repair...for over a year, the curtains in our bedroom still laying on the banister, ready to be hung, for a year, an old bicycle that sits behind a bush - 3 years. Well, you catch my drift.
In my mind, I had already planned, I would increase my hours at work at the hospital, find a studio apartment close to the hospital, it's not like I'd miss our interesting conversations, cause they do not exist. I was enjoying, no, fantasizing, the thought of no dog hair. No traffic jams and 24/7 (365 days) on my 45 minute commute.
So there you have it.
As far as making dolls... I have no desire right now.
It seems you need a degree in promotion and marketing, blog, web site, twitter, pod casts, and many others that appear on a daily basis.
Well, I'm gonna wait until my anger subsides.
Please understand, I will continue to follow your blogs, even if I don't comment.