I keep meaning to write . . .

Posted by on Wednesday, August 25th, 2010

And this is when I start feeling like a bad non-custodial parent . . .

Seriously!  I’m back!  No really, I promise.  I do love you more than I love, you know, all that stuff I do when I’m away from you.  I do!*

I also feel like I’ve said that before and not followed through.  And I know for a fact that I’m terribly, terribly hard on myself.  BUT!  Whee! Posting!  I do actually like it.

For the first time in a while, I feel like actually making things other than the most boring of dishcloths, and I think I feel like talking about it.  I also feel like I should maybe talk about books I’m reading in more detail.  Wacky, no?  I used to do that religiously, and then I got sucked into Goodreads and started focusing on Books For Ears, and now I’m neglecting every option.

The shock of grief and stress over my own injuries and my Mom’s cancer feels like it’s wearing off.  My Mom is in the home stretch of her treatment, and she’s doing so well.  I don’t think I ever believed she’d be very very sick, but each milestone in her treatment has been another relief.  Her symptoms and side effects throughout have been so mild, and the finish line is right over there.

I also finished planning and organizing a vacation for 60+ of my closest friends.  Yay!  Celtic summer camp was a complete hoot this year.  I took relatively few pictures, because of all of that planning and organizing.  But the trip was wonderful.  Everyone who was camping with us had fantastic attitudes and folks really pitched in to keep things smooth and wonderful.  The weather was mostly good, and when it was too hot to bear, we stayed still in the woods and hoped the humidity and the burning sun wouldn’t find us.  A good friend made me one of the most fantastically awesome and complimentary presents ever ever ever.  I have my own coin now.  No joke.  I predict I will have more in the future, because this is awesome!

In fiber arts news, I’m knitting, wait, no, it’s a present.  You’ll need to wait.  But not too long.  Well, fine, several weeks.

And I’m embroidering, oh crap, those are presents too.  Also, wait.  However long it takes for me to give one to a person who deserves it.  And then other people will want them.  And at some point I’ll curse myself for making any at all.  But hopefully that point is far off in the future.

And Scott and I have the funniest idea for summer camp in 2012 and, wait, no, I should probably keep that a secret.

And I have this idea for a hat that will just . . . um . . . be an excellent surprise present that perhaps I shouldn’t ruin.

This is how it works with me, you know.  Self-censorship–I should have a degree in it.

I will get the camera out, today.  I will.  And I’ll take photos of some gorgeous little presents I’ve received, and some things I’ve made, and maybe I’ll even add some bags to my Etsy shop.

More soon!  I mean it!

(Is it only sarcastic children of absentee fathers that find that sort of stuff funny? It just may be. No offense intended, you wonderful people who have feelings. I have them too, but many of them are pointy and sharp and I may lack tact, on a basic level.)

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4 Responses to “I keep meaning to write . . .”

  1. Bullwinkleon 26 Aug 2010 at 1:59 pm 1

    Sweetie, I hate to break it to you – but you’re human.

    And we all get it. And we will all hope for more! Soon!

    But we won’t hold our breath 🙂

  2. Jenniferon 28 Aug 2010 at 8:37 am 2

    Tease ;-D hee

    really, whatever you post, whenever you post, is just fine!

  3. kon 29 Aug 2010 at 4:59 pm 3

    Here’s my list.
    First; oh, she’s really busy. She’ll be back in a week or two.
    Second; oh, it’s summer. Nobody posts much in summer.
    Third. Maybe she’s freaked out because I said I wanted to live in her blog.
    Fourth; Maybe she doesn’t love me, but I’m good and pure and I’ll keep coming here, but only once a week or so.
    Fifth; If she doesn’t post anything for a year, that’s it. She goes into the “Unsorted Bookmarks.” For a while.

    So, shoot. You were still between three and four. I won’t expect much till after Labor day, which is a week away. THEN you will hear sobbing.

  4. gayleon 16 Sep 2010 at 12:22 pm 4

    You may be behind in posting, but apparently I’m even farther behind in my reading…
    Welcome back. I did miss you!
    Dang, but life can get busy, eh?

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