I realize it's been a bit since I've had any Art to share. Quite simply, other then Design Team stuff, I'm not making any. Our little corner of the world has been busy in good, bad and interesting ways since returning from our Honeymoon Trip.
Some of you longer term followers know the younger 2 of our 4 kids are behavioral special needs. The eldest has had a host of issues that rise and fall like an inconsistent tide. The past month it's been high-tide with the youngest making his own ripples in response.
We've pulled back from many things to deal with this time as a family.
I also managed to smash and lost a large bit of one of my 'made of chalk' lower molars and in so doing created an abscess that promptly got infected. I'm on some lovely drugs that are sort of dealing with the pain and antibiotics until I have root canal surgery this Tuesday. I'm in a fog or in exquisite nerve pain, there seems to be no middle ground. Much as the idea of a root canal doesn't thrill me being over it and pain free (or even less at this stage) sounds like pure heaven.
We've been keeping busy focusing on HOME and HEALTH which are mine and Greg's respective Words Of the Year for 2011. The Main Floor of our house had some renovations done that turned into much, much more when we realized the wiring in the walls was ancient, ugly and in severe need of an upgrade for safety. Thankfully we found it when we did and thankfully Greg can do electrics, well. All that is finally done and the main floor reassembled (-ish). That leaves the upstairs in need of a dig-out as we moved much up there in order to accommodate the work on the Main Floor. My Studio is blocked and I had to do a couple of S.O.S. S (Save our Scrap Supplies) missions in over the stacked boxes and furniture to grab enough things to complete the Design Team stuff and an Art Journal Swap-Around. I look forward to rediscovering the Studio after the surgery when I am no longer drugged.
We also suffered what for us has been a devastating loss.
We lost our beloved Brandy Dog on June 22nd. It was a surprise as she was healthy and happy the evening before when we celebrated Summer Solstice. We had a great family night, her included mere hours before she started the walk across The Rainbow Bridge.
She had been with us for the past 9 years so the younger 2 have always had her and 2nd oldest can't remember a time without her.
She was a Dog that didn't act like a Dog, she really thought she was human.
She charmed people that didn't like pets or animals into loving her.
She was the 1st indication that anyone was getting sick, refusing to leave their feet sometimes as long as 24 hours before symptoms showed.
Sentry Dog watching guard at the door if even 1 of the people in this house was out, really only relaxing if she knew everyone was safe at home.
She was the Duchess, so regal and royal, always dainty on her feet and sleeping with her paws crossed so sweetly.
She has been my Daemon.
She held me up when I was in labor with the youngest, quite literally letting me lie against her when breathing.
She was there through the worst abuses and eventual end of my 1st marriage, the changes to single parentdom, the court case against the death threats, the start of something new... she saw us all through to becoming the Family we are.
Her passing has left a very, very large hole in that Family.
I am grateful for the time we had with her, grateful that her passing was quick and grateful that at the very end she passed outside in the sunshine, sniffing the breeze and in my arms.
Some of you longer term followers know the younger 2 of our 4 kids are behavioral special needs. The eldest has had a host of issues that rise and fall like an inconsistent tide. The past month it's been high-tide with the youngest making his own ripples in response.
We've pulled back from many things to deal with this time as a family.
I also managed to smash and lost a large bit of one of my 'made of chalk' lower molars and in so doing created an abscess that promptly got infected. I'm on some lovely drugs that are sort of dealing with the pain and antibiotics until I have root canal surgery this Tuesday. I'm in a fog or in exquisite nerve pain, there seems to be no middle ground. Much as the idea of a root canal doesn't thrill me being over it and pain free (or even less at this stage) sounds like pure heaven.
We've been keeping busy focusing on HOME and HEALTH which are mine and Greg's respective Words Of the Year for 2011. The Main Floor of our house had some renovations done that turned into much, much more when we realized the wiring in the walls was ancient, ugly and in severe need of an upgrade for safety. Thankfully we found it when we did and thankfully Greg can do electrics, well. All that is finally done and the main floor reassembled (-ish). That leaves the upstairs in need of a dig-out as we moved much up there in order to accommodate the work on the Main Floor. My Studio is blocked and I had to do a couple of S.O.S. S (Save our Scrap Supplies) missions in over the stacked boxes and furniture to grab enough things to complete the Design Team stuff and an Art Journal Swap-Around. I look forward to rediscovering the Studio after the surgery when I am no longer drugged.
We also suffered what for us has been a devastating loss.
We lost our beloved Brandy Dog on June 22nd. It was a surprise as she was healthy and happy the evening before when we celebrated Summer Solstice. We had a great family night, her included mere hours before she started the walk across The Rainbow Bridge.
She had been with us for the past 9 years so the younger 2 have always had her and 2nd oldest can't remember a time without her.
She was a Dog that didn't act like a Dog, she really thought she was human.
She charmed people that didn't like pets or animals into loving her.
She was the 1st indication that anyone was getting sick, refusing to leave their feet sometimes as long as 24 hours before symptoms showed.
Sentry Dog watching guard at the door if even 1 of the people in this house was out, really only relaxing if she knew everyone was safe at home.
She was the Duchess, so regal and royal, always dainty on her feet and sleeping with her paws crossed so sweetly.
She has been my Daemon.
She held me up when I was in labor with the youngest, quite literally letting me lie against her when breathing.
She was there through the worst abuses and eventual end of my 1st marriage, the changes to single parentdom, the court case against the death threats, the start of something new... she saw us all through to becoming the Family we are.
Her passing has left a very, very large hole in that Family.
I am grateful for the time we had with her, grateful that her passing was quick and grateful that at the very end she passed outside in the sunshine, sniffing the breeze and in my arms.
Brandy2001- June 22nd 2011
If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane.
I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.
If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane.
I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.
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