I also have to do a January sales newsletter.
Then what's stopping me, you ask? How about just plain old BLAHNESS.
Do not tell me that isn't a word, Miss Spellchecker, because in January in northeast anywhere, it is definitely a word.
It's cold, it's gray, it's messy and dreary. If that's not BLAHNESS, nothing is.
The good news is that spring will come, and this will end, as it does every year. I just have to bluff myself through it. There always comes the conversation about moving south, but I love the Adirondacks most of the time.
I would go south for a couple of months, but there is much disagreement in this house about that.
DH loves Florida, I do not. Too busy, too crowded, for me.
I would rather go somewhere not so far south, where maybe it isn't 80 degrees, but maybe it isn't 18 degrees either.
In the end, I probably will not miss one winter here ever.
My cats long for the sun, too. And green. So I planted these for them.
And I planted a back up for them too, for when these are all chewed up.
I used this container, because I can close it so they don't mess with the dirt, but it has holes in it for air.
A little dirt.
Yesterday both outside cats got treated for tapeworms, an unfortunate part of living outside.
$18 for medicine for 2 cats.
Did I mention that I would be a wealthy woman if I didn't like cats?
Ah, what's money anyway?
I think it's overrated most of the time.
It was good enough to do a little photo shoot.
This is a preview of a new page on my web site. These are my new Paper Birch rugs.
They are all in shades of white, black and grey.
They are thick and absorbent, and make great bath mats.
I have two sizes, 24x36, and 32x48.
I am working (still) on the acceptance thing.......the truth is that I am not yet past doing just half days....at the studio, and pretty much half days at life in general.
I have found that I no longer wake up with a screaming headache, just the dull ache that is always there........I go to the studio, I do STUFF, eat lunch, and by 1pm, I am done like toast. Neck aches, and ultimately, pretty serious headache.
Ah, but there's good news. NOW, unlike before, I can deal with it.
I come home, take some Motrin, have some tea, lay on my wonderful, heated herb/rice pack sent to my by namesake Hilary, rest a bit...................and Voila, success. Relief. Then the rest of the day is pretty much fine.
Life is good, and I am grateful.
And that's that.