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It was Time for a Change…

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Wait! It’s not PURPLE! So how can it be my blog?

I got very tired of the ribbons in my last WP theme covering my gravatar and anything else they pleased. The default font was wonky and made my sidebar look like pulled taffy.

I saw custom design and name your own domain packages, thought about site hosting, and looked at most of the fonts on type kit. Am I going to start a stand-alone eCommerce extravaganza to sell Nik’s photos and my junk? Do I want to spend hours messing with CSS and shopping carts and lay-out strategies? Am I going to waste money buying into the custom design “make all your own fancy fonts” thing?

No. Yawn. Next…

I’m more interested in saving money for a new travel adventure. Wanna go on another trip.  Or 2. Or more! Rome was just the beginning…

Have new doggeh to love on, too. Disa, the beautiful Finnish Lapphund who has blessed our lives!

I know the day is looming nearer when I’ll have to get all serious about my online sales again. Nik needs business experience and exposure for his art. I need to sell the vintage junk, uh, lovelies overflowing my house. Creativity must occur. Creativity must occur.

Creativity.

Creativity…

AHHKKK!                       PZZZTTTT….

That was the sound of my brain shorting out.

We sprang forward today. There’s one less hour in the day and it’s almost gone…

So in the interest of time and abating a bit of my frustration, there’s a new theme. Pretty paisley, unadorned by any tweaks, headers or customizations.

And I still missed the end of the day. It’s tomorrow already…

Here are some more pics of Disa… Enjoy!

Hackers: 21st Century MacGyvers?

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There were SO many interesting and/or disturbing news stories  yesterday,  my brain nearly exploded when I contemplated blogging. No DREAM, Bev Perdue choppin’ away at the remnants of NC state government, good riddance “don’t ask, be a douche”, Republicans, Bev Perdue, Republicans…

I just couldn’t do it. I knew if I started, I’d be sucked so far into the blogosphere, they’d have to send a search party to get me to go to bed.

Instead, I read What Would MacGyver Do? by Brendan Vaughan, starting myself in another direction, which – as usual – came back to the very issues I was attempting to ignore… MacGyver is now part of our cultural heritage & English lexicon. Anyone capable of reading this bog ought to know what “to MacGyver” means. If you don’t, go look it up, or you’ll be a bit confused.

MacGyver burst on the scene only a couple of months before my daughter burst into the world. Since I was finishing my master’s thesis at the same time, naturally I spent plenty of time watching TV. A little 14″ cutie from a pawn shop, our TV kept me entertained on long Sunday afternoons, soothing me to sleep with football commentary. We’d actually bought it to play Atari, but … (slap face. get back on topic!) The series spanned a my new career, 2 children, a divorce & start of  medical school, so it swam in & out of my consciousness. Through the wonders of syndication, I could catch an old episode every now & then.

When I was a kid, I thought I wanted to be James Bond. Now I realize I would much rather have been more like MacGyver.   Not only could he jury-rig himself out of almost any situation, he was also a truly good human being. What Would MacGyver Do? contained stories of real human beings improvising brilliant solution & saving themselves from the perils of arrest, embarrassment, angry spouses & heat stroke. (That whole drinking your pee thing makes me gag, but I’m sure I’d do it too if the circumstances were bad enough…) I was impressed by how imaginative deceptions people invent, but many of those are not in the good-hearted MacGyver spirit.. On the other hand, use of common sense, the tools at hand & basic scientific principles, in the face of other people wringing their hands or stomping around having temper tantrum, is what I consider truly MacGyverish.

When faced with an impending crisis, most people tend to react in one of 3 ways.  Most frequent & most familiar is the “OMG! Whatever will we do? We’re going to die! Or something horrible! Or at least have to put up with the running toilet for 4 days until the plumber comes!!!”. You can’t tell them anything; all they see is the sky falling & they must run & tell Farmer Brown. Now. Something has to be done now. Extremely short-term results oriented – they’d escape the chicken house, then get eaten by the fox.

There is also the “Whatever” denial group. Hearing some horrible crashing, grinding sound, these guys (yeah, usually guys) will poke their head up from whatever they’re doing. They’ll then look at their immediate surroundings, determine nothing can be touched, tasted, smelled or seen (yet), and promptly resume watching the 24th re-run of  “Whatever”.  Until they start roasting, they never know a B-52 crashed in their front yard, engulfing their entire neighborhood is in flames. Unobservant & immobile, these rock-like mules will never see or hear anything that they don’t already think they know or believe. Uh huh – read that one again!

Both OMG! & Whateverare maladaptive responses to fear: Fear of the unknown, the known, the might be, the what if & I might have to do something different.

In contrast to incompetent frenzied flapping chickens & self-centered  snoring ostriches, there is a third group. We’re the people who say “I’m sure we can figure something out…I don’t know quite how, but we’ll get through this…Whatever happens, I can handle it…Here, let me fix that toilet for you…”.  We’re the people who will spend 18 hours learning HTML by trying to figure out how to keep the funky script from appearing on our (pre-made) template on website x, when it worked fine on y. Having taught themselves before they were 14 to repair toilets & re-wire the Christmas lights (sometimes out of self-defense), they think – high school dropouts can do this, so can I. We know never, ever leave home without duct tape, rope, a knife and – of course – a wire clothes hanger. (Yes, that’s all based on personal experience…)

I’ve noticed there are several characteristics that set the “MacGyvers” apart. One is a sense of competence, of one’s self as a competent human being. It’s important to believe you will be able to handle whatever comes your way, including failure. Another is the ability to pause & evaluate the situation, before doing anything else. I mean really evaluate the situation & environment, making as few assumptions as possible, only as reasonable extrapolations of what you know. Willness to admit you don’t know, to be wrong, to ask for help when appropriate – these are all MacGyverish characteristics. A big helping of (un)common sense, a basic understanding of the physical world & knowing what you don’t know is needed, too.

Here’s where it comes full circle. I see state, national & international governments being shredded by the tug-of-war between the OMG! & Whatever factions.  Various groups take turns playing those roles in different situations. Currently, as US is over-run by squawking Democrats & Republican rocks, Obama has been trying to MacGyver the government. Unfortunately, there’s too much chaos & volume to accurately assess the situation, much less to expect to implement any brilliant solutions. Mr. Obama’s willingness to “be wrong” has made him a target of ridicule, instead of admiration.  Most Western politicians have been squawking about wikileaks, but the US is screeching most loudly. I believe it was the Israelis who made a comment about the US being so busy reacting to wikileaks that they didn’t have time to have talks. Not, I think, an admirable face to show the international community, eh?

Meanwhile, there are some MacGyvers in the international community, but they don’t belong to a government or any particular political ideology. They are the hackers, the new “freedom fighters”, the ones who say – it’s out there, I’ll find it… this shouldn’t be hiding under a rock, let me shine some light in there…   They have networks of resources, contingency plans, others who’ll get their back, and, above all, confidence. Often mistaken for arrogance, confidence is more self-understanding than self-glorification.

I see this in Julian Assange. He is confident that he has taken the best course. He understands he’s not the only or even most important part of the wikileaks movement anymore & has been quite willing to let it be so. He used his resources, took time to consider his actions and turned himself in to the British in a quite calculated move.

In many ways, I identify with JA. I’ve never been one to follow the crowd unquestioningly. Somehow, I know, like me, he’d never settle for “because that’s the way we’ve always done it”. Like JA’s mother, I’m working hard to make certain my home-schooled son doesn’t develop an unhealthy respect for ‘authority’!!

My Daughter is Awesome!!

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This, again, is an old post I’d never published. It has enough bragging about my daughter that I felt like it would be something positive to do on this very dreary rainy night…..

I’m one of those compulsive crafty hoarder types & I’ve accumulated more stuff from my mother and grandmothers…and aunt…. One of my current projects is to dig out lots of my vintage patterns, books, magazines & materials to share with the rest of you all….

Well, then, since I’m actually in condition to start using my (beloved vintage) yarn again, I’ve been obsessively searching for just the right yarn winder and swift. I think I’ve come to the conclusion that I can make my own… I found wonderful instructions for tinker toy and wire hanger swifts – and interesting ways people have figured out to use hand-mixers or reversible screwdrivers as ball winders.

I surrendered my ball winder to my DD for her recycled yarn project. She needs the $ for law school next year plus she’s an awesome artist… One of the most creative people you will ever meet. (Do you think I’m proud of her?)

Please see her etsy store Dyet Yarns for her luxury recycled fiber selection. Many of these are proba bly vintage to begin with but she puts her own special “twist” on them – and then you can buy yummy yarns for pennies on the dollar!!

Update: She has recently put up an even yummier set of yarns, with colors ALL inspired by Miyazaki’s Laputa: Castle in the Sky!

a. Something Worth Protectingn (Silk/Cotton Upcycled)
b. Ancient Guardian (Shortcake and Luscious)
c. Raze the Sky (Sockolate Mousse)

(see it in her blog: http://www.dyetyarns.com/archives/345)

You get the idea!
Her other store CandyCornStudios has other great creations like her jewelry & knitting- no bias here, huh?

She also sells more uber-neat creations on her own site CandyCornStudiosHub. Yeah, that’s her in the tentacle shirt….

 

I know it’s not vintage, but it sure is creative!! She does work with vintage parts too – she just doesn’t have any of her steam punk pieces up.

Life is gonna change. A lot. Again.

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It’s been a rough few weeks. Not so good health & pain-wise. Cycle of over-doing, paying for it, repeat. Spent a whole week recovering from the jaw spasms I got after spending 2 hours trying to get some information from an insurance company for a patient. Brain doesn’t work so well when I’m exhausted & in pain.

So, I’ve decided to put my medical license on inactive the end of this month. Besides the physical toll my practice has taken, my medications & brain insults from chemo, meds, concussion etc add up to my brain not being as sharp as before. Scares me. When I’m really tired, I lose words. I’m not going to be responsible for making a mistake on someone’s prescription or anything else that could have adverse consequences.

I’m glad I’ve already gotten rid of most of the work. there were days I was completely wiped out. The migraine I got after the Blue Cross/Blue Shield day of the complete run-around was a real day-killer. Luckily I could spend the day resting. Wouldn’t have been able to do this before.

Another advantage of my lowered stress levels – the return of some artistic creativity. Something besides finding funny gifs for my blog, I mean! I made some great mixed media bookmarks, cards & boxes for our  temple’s annual bazaar. OK, I’m tooting my own horn, but they really are lovely.  When I get a little more energy I’ll put up photos.

Because I’ve been down a lot & working on the bazaar project (when I had energy) for the last 2 weeks AND Kat came home for a week of extended fall break, I haven’t been able to tend my on-line business.  I have SO many things I need to list before the Christmas buying season ends – really need them up in the next couple of weeks. My first priority is the group of stuffed toys I listed last year, have photos but when I pulled the listings didn’t think to copy the wording onto notepad… so now I’ve had to weigh and measure each one again! Here’s one of my favorite toys – a lovely custom-made white teddy bear with a gorgeous custom made lined white plush coat with great details:

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That’s what I did this afternoon – after I slept for 2 hours in what was left of the morning/early afternoon when I got up at 11….We had the bazaar yesterday & it really wiped me out.

So – it’s toys, Christmas jewelry & collectibles and then my gorgeous vintage hats. Hats are a new venture for me – I’ve been doing my research; have some great ones, including a couple Mr John Classics. Here’s one of the gorgeous Mr Johns – the green wool felt & veil really complemented Kat’s red hair – I wish I had a photo of  her wearing it!

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My listing hold-up has been finding a good hat head for photographing them. I have that plain styrofoam head & one of my wigs from chemo days. That will probably do if I can make it stand up! It wasn’t made for the weight of a hat, so I need to stabilize the bottom. Some of these hats weigh a couple of pounds – Yeah! Really! I can’t believe women actually wore some of these things…

Got some more vintage ties too. This time most of them are really pretty – including a batch of wool ties from Scotland, Ireland & England. Those should be great for the Northern winters. Nobody around here in NC would even think of wearing a wool tie!

Life goes on. Nik and i were able to make it back to 2 SCA meetings!! YAY!! I had Nik do some research on Aristophanes. I was inspired by Tony Blair mentioning “cloud cuckoo land” in a speech before Parlement. Nik found out about “The Birds” & the political climate in Athens at the time as well as the format of Greek “comedies”. All by himself except for a discussion at the end of the day when we discussed what he’d found. He’s such a great kid!

Yesterday he was explaining a moss bonsai to a lady at the bazaar. He mentioned he’d been studying moss recently and she wanted to know where he was doing that. She was probably thinking which school class. He simply explained he was home schooled & decided to see if he could grow moss under out back deck to prevent erosion – studying which grew best, what growing conditions were ideal, which propagated itself most freely etc. Think it scared the heck out of her to hear this coming from the mouth of a young teenager.

Unschooling or “child led education” is working extremely well with Nik. He’s interested in so many things that he’s providing himself a liberal arts education! Did I mention he is studying classical painting & has Thomas Constable as his current favorite? We’re working on his writing problem with his blog. Slowly, he’s increasing the amount he’s writing and decreasing the amount of whining. Eventually he will learn to write a research paper; I’m content with him finishing most of Algebra 2 and being ready to start on Trig. If he were in the 8th grade (as he would be), he’d never have even heard of a Greek play….

Life is changing. A lot. Again. Always something new to do, to learn & to discover. I guess I’ll roll with it 😀

Why can’t I actually get anything done?

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Photos. I’ve got photos. Stuff. Lots of stuff. Want to list stuff on Bonanzle. So what am I doing? Blogging. Chatting. Answering & beginning topics in groups, forums & discussions. Taking stupid quizzes on facebook. Making Bonanzle hand-picked lists. Fooling with widgets. Looking at my piles of stuff.

Like a potted plant. Clearly I need a kick in the pants!!! Or watering.  Or maybe a vacation??


Well, Hurray!! We’re finally getting a vacation. Up in the mountains. Where the boys can mine gems. And play in a video game room. We’ll bring home lots more useless rocks. Sigh.

It’s my idea of a vacation too. Time Share. Comfy beds. AC and Microwave. Cool mountains. Way up where cell phones don’t work.  I think there is wireless Internet. (hehehe) I have to have something to do while the boys are wasting time in the game room!


Meanwhile, I want to get as much listed in my on-line stores as possible.

I want to sleep too ….   No. Not really. I just wanted a chance to use that cartoon. My cat’s named Chuck anyway….


But wait! Don’t you have a day job? Oh, yeah. That’s still hanging around. Seeing a few patients. Having to write summaries for other docs. Answering phone calls from patients panicked because they’re afraid they can’t function without me. And one of my favorite ladies is dying.

Not getting things done there either.

So – nose to the grindstone- LIST! No, I didn’t say “Do the Funky Chicken”. That’s Nik’s dance!


Here are the 3 Vintage 9″ Thomas Dam troll dolls I managed to get up on my Bonanzle store,  Dragonmum’s Fabrics Fibers and Fun:

The 2 boys are from the 1960s, Nightgown Lady is 1977.

Maybe I’ll get more done tonight.

After the Antiques Road Show.

Yarn, OLA, and My Usual Sunday Morning Conflict

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For some reason, I am usually more cranky that usual on Sunday mornings.  I think it’s partly from disappointment about Saturday and partly from sleep deprivation. This morning it was definitely both. My hubby had the nerve to bring me a slice of  chocolate coffee cheesecake from the new Hillsborough Weaver Street Market. (He thinks he’s fat, I’m trying to shed pounds, what’s with that??) Wine, chicken and salad were nice touches, too!

Thanks to the cheese cake and? taking my Adderall somewhat later than usual, I wasn’t sleepy.  We stayed up watchingPing Pong someGymnastics Rings Olympic final – Sprintingthey’ve allDiving blurredTai Chi together, all I know is US won againUSA… When Hubby and I gave up and dragged ourselves to bed around 11, Wonderboy was still eagerly awaiting the men’s basketball final – that he thought would start at 11:30 – Wrong!!

Since Hubby pretty much rolled over and started to snore, and I was still wide awake, I decided to attack the hank of yarn I’ve been winding on and off for about 2 weeks.  I really enjoy the process of taking a big hank of yarn (which was now quite tangled due to Wonderboy’s attempts) and gently teasing out the tangles, wrapping the yarn in a ball. I even wrote a poem about it this morning (post-conflict, I might add!)

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Just because I want yarn to be untangled does not make it untangled.

Untangling yarn is a slow gentle process. If you go too fast or pull too hard, the knots will get tighter.

A knot of yarn requires all your attention. Without care & watchfulness, yarn will become more tangled, not less.

Sometimes a knot cannot be untangled. Is it better to cut the knot out and join 2 untangled ends, or ignore it, keep rolling the yarn, making the knot part of the ball?

Yarn does not go away. It stays in a tangle until you do something with it.

Yarn doesn’t care if you get frustrated when untangling the knots. Therefore, what is the purpose of remaining frustrated?

Wonder in the myriad textures and colors of yarn. Just because it is tangled does not make it less beautiful.

Nice quiet meditative sort of activity I thought would make me sleepy.  Wrong too!

About 2:45, I wandered downstairs, where Wonderboy was avidly glued to the TV. The men’s BB Basketballfinals hadn’t started until 2:30; they were being broadcast live. I got a bowl of cereal and sat down to watch for a while. By mid-2nd quarter, I figured that the US was going to win, and went on upstairs.  Even though I was sleepy, it still awhile before I fell asleep. So when the alarm went off at 8:30, I wasn’t a happy camper!

I had also been disappointed about Saturday. The boys had their usual cartoon fest, and I was upstairs cleaning my side of the bedroom. What about that? They then left for their usual game afternoon – without telling me. I worked for 4 hours – I was sweating like a pig and smelled like a moose! Finally I figured it was time to stop, and get water, lunch and some AC… (upstairs one isn’t working well) I was exhausted. Dad went to Subway and got sandwiches around 2:30. Sitting on the couch felt really really good!  I  fired up my computer to  read my email and then go  to OLA   and stick my nose into other people’s business…DevilThe On-line NY Times had a couple of interesting articles, and I ended up at Ira Steiner’s AuctionBytes Blog. Her Friday article was about something I felt was a good opportunity to promote OnlineAuction in the comments. This is what I wrote:

OnlineAuction.com already has an auction format, and welcomes any antique sellers, large or small, to join! OLA has signed a partnership agreement with Live Auctions, and will be the new platform for much of their business. Many dealers already use OLA as their auction platform, and use their own sites for fixed price sales. And they can link directly to their site through OLA!!!

OLA continues to be foresighted in developing new network partners. They recognize the new face of ecommerce is interdependency not exclusivity.

Joining and selling on OLA doesn’t require an exclusive relationship; they encourage linking to seller’s other sites including eCrater, etsy, and their own websites.

OLA wants to offer an option; currently they are the main non-*bay major site to offer auctions as well as fixed price listings.

Please come over and take a look. OLA isn’t for everyone; no site is. We hope we can be a good fit for the antiques community seeking refuge from the “new improved” *bay.

**Addendum: I’m no longer selling on OLA. To see the wonderful Yarns & vintage magazines please visit my Bonanzle stores: Dragonmum’s Fabrics Fibers and Fun & Dragonmum’s Vintage Valuables. For my clothes and accessories, see Dragonmum’s Wears!

I hope it made an impression on someone.

But I digress, as usual.  Hubby played all day.  I worked until I couldn’t work anymore.  He’s always bitching and moaning about how messy the house is, how much work there is to be done, how fat he is (watching Olympic swimmersSwimming didn’t help…), the taxes need to be done….ad infinitum. Did he do anything about it?

What do you think? And I wonder if he thought I’d spent all day on the couch doing “nothing”? When we went up to bed, I realized I still had things on the bed from starting to clean up. He took a look at the bed and said “Well I guess I’ll be heading back down stairs.” Offer to help? I told him he didn’t have to go downstairs, it was his bed and he had a right to get in bed when he wanted (liar liar pants on fire!), I’d get everything off – I start getting stuff off the bed quickly but in an organized manner.  What does he do? Go downstairs. Like a co-dependent freak, I called him back upstairs -“look, I’m almost finished” Damn. If only I’d said “I can get this off of here quickly; will you help me?”  Too exhausted to think I was.  Hmmm…. Maybe that was why I wasn’t sleep!

So, up I get today. Go downstairs.  He’s standing in front of the TV like a zombie. He was watching “Cow Mutilation” (you know UFOs and all). It was going off. I asked, “Can we turn the TV off now?” Usual answer …”I want to see what comes on…” Didn’t like what was on next, so started flipping channels”  Me “Why don’t we just turn it off?” Him – in a huff – “fine!” Turns TV off and stalks out to the front room. Proceeds to turn the TV on in there.Crying 1Doofus (me) followed him and explained that I wanted the TV off so we could sit down and have some time together over breakfast. Huffy he was.

We proceeded to have a “conversation”Disappointed 3which ended up in him telling me he thought it was a “power struggle”; I’m trying to control him when I ask that the TV be turned off…. He wants one thing, I ask for something else and it’s a power struggle? When I want something and he wants something else, he does exactly what he wants.

I don’t have that choice if I want to socialize with the family I have to put up with endless battering from the TV. Noises, Pictures, Violence (even the sounds are extremely disturbing). Unless he wants to do something else (like go out and play with Wonderboy, who he will also blow off to watch TV), he has TV going constantly.  If I turn it off when he goes outside, he turns it right back on when he comes in.

Yarn. Our relationship is like very very tangled yarn. We don’t seem to be able to see beyond the knots to the beauty.  We both need to have the tenderness and care to gently untangle it. It doesn’t matter how the knots got there. They are there. They aren’t going away unless we do something about them. Even if one of us is slowly untangling, if the other one is careless or impatient, the knots grow worse.  We could pick which knots to untangle and which to cut out and rejoin our relationship.  Trying to pretend there are no knots deforms our relationship, like a lop-sided ball of yarn. Frustration comes and goes. The yarn is still there. Waiting.

Wasn’t this supposed to be my week off??!!??

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Yeah, that’s right, this WAS supposed to be a week off… but I must “be off” to think that fate, karma, and the power of the vortex I live in would allow that to happen!!

Last week, I sarcastically commented on the odds of me actually getting some me time… The last time I tried to take off an entire week, my Mom got sick, and I spent most of the week keeping her out of the hospital.

And know what? Sunday night at 10:30, I was at the pharmacy Nice pharmacist! getting antibiotics. For Mom. At least we caught it sooner this time. Today, she’s much clearer – she hasn’t been talking about the blue fish in the aquarium Dorie??or the doll on the back of the chair…Neither of which exist any where except in her mind.

With all this swirling around, I’ve been dropping more balls than usual.

An example…    I sent this email this morning in response to an inquiry from another OnlineAuction seller:

M – I see what happened now – I went through and paid all the google checkout invoices, skipped yours because it was paypal (meaning to go back and pay it when I finished google) and then, of course, got distracted… Duh If I don’t pay within 3 days, something ain’t right! If I buy something from you again, and I haven’t paid or contacted you within 3 days after you send an invoice – please resend it!bug me!

The chaos in my house is absolutely overwhelming right now NOW! my mother has dementia and she’s sick (again), and my father is frustrated and deaf, and doesn’t realize he’s yelling at her and he has the TV is so loud LOUD!you can hear it in Nevada…and the kid’s meds have worn off by 6 pm, and he’s running around doing the Egyptian Funky Chicken funkOlympic Swimmer dance Dance!in front of the TV so Dad yells at him too…. A patient calls me calls me!and I can’t go outside to escape the noise because it’s raining so hard it’s roaring… so to hear her, I end up crouching behind the island in the kitchen Shark!to shut out the noise of Dad yelling at Mom because she’s not strong enough to stand up the way she needs to…(He’s not mean, just scared) …. And then my husband walks in and wants me to immediately drop everything and listen to what he’s done that day.Isn't this what I do at work??. (isn’t this what I do for a living??)… and this is all after I’ve been at work for until 8 pm…. Dinner? Huh? The Papa John’s Guy at the door again? Yech....So, for me, another dinner of Progresso soup (can’t do sodium in pizza – imagine the Goodyear Blimp with boobs!!)..Blimps Fly!!.We do have a wonderful home helper, Barbara(Fairy Godmother!) who’s here every night but she just takes the edge off!

And that was just last night!!! The OnlineAuction Wednesday Wave was the sanest part of my day yesterday!!!!!!
Anyhow, you’re paid!Yes!
Dragonmum

Now I’m having a “hang out on the couch because the barometric pressure is doing the cha-cha” day. Although Fay is pretty far away, it’s causing the weather here to be unstable. The barometer in my head NOT LIKE IT!! (Hush, barometer, stop shouting – I have a headache!!)

We are lucky, though. My brother and his family live in St Augustine. They are currently getting pounded by the rainRainy and wind Windyon the northwest side of the storm. They haven’t had a direct hit of anything in the 20 years they’ve lived in FL. I’m sending lots of good thoughts and wishes their way – I just hope they evacuated instead of sitting and waiting.

This storm is another one of those signs – like I told my parents in 2005 when 3 storms sliced across the state right across their home – It’s a sign that either that God doesn’t like your landscaping or humans aren’t supposed to live in Florida!! (for them, I voted for the “not live in FL” option – they live with me now!) They were very very lucky they were in the right place that year – Not in Florida! I kept emailing Dad in the UK satellite photos of the monster storms moving in right (literally!) Rain Cloudover their house. At some point it began to sink in. I don’t think it was until they got home and found that the land had changed from green to blue (tarps).

All the chaos has also put a damper on my online listing. I did get a few items up. Most are yarn (yes!), most are vintage yarn!!

**Addendum: I’m no longer selling on OLA. please visit my Bonanzle storeDragonmum’s Vintage Valuables

The most exciting thing I’ve done this week is to list my 1st charity auction.

I found a Designs by Lucinda House Pin, and am auctioning it for our won buddhist meditation temple. We are raising funds for a dharma room expansion – which will provide more meditation space, and extra room to provide hospitality and shelter to those who need it.

Well, this time next week, I’ll be on my third day of more patients, and once again I will be dealing with
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