It's kinda like that...

...rearranging your sock drawer, experimenting with the part in your hair, watching paint dry, etc. This is why you hadn't heard from me in a while. I'm a finisher. When I start a project I like to start knowing that I won't have too many interruptions before I finish. I like a job done. So, while I've been taking care of Uncle Robbie, I've had to be at home and do small projects. My studio workroom still looks like vandals hit it; it's still too overwhelming. Oh there are plenty of small things I could be doing like cleaning drawers and closets but that's not fun. I'm not looking for Disneyland here but I want to feel that I've accomplished something and making dinner, although a newly found chore, it doesn't exactly float my boat. I've been cleaning away in anticipation of the caregiver coming into my house and seeing the inside of my fridge and potties but still had to do that little something to make my world a little brighter. The truck. I hadn't even decorated my truck properly! I'm so embarrassed. But I put that right today with the right inspiration of having spilled a 32 oz. coke in the console of my truck the other day. I collect acorns and that's where I keep them and they were sticky floating everywhere. I cleaned that truck in and out and made a little what-I-usually-use-as-a-candle holder jar for the acorns, stuck a stick of incense in it and placed it near my Carl Larrson tray and my sweet nest in the cup holder. How fun is that? Well look for yourselves. If you are having any problems with artist block, please let me know and I will think of somewhere you can do something. There are always sneaky places where we can decoupage and add glitter to stay sane. mmm...

I think I said it but I'll make it clearer...

Yes, it's true, I'm going to Santa Fe on Thursday. I've never wanted to go to Santa Fe-no offense-I'm sure it's a great place but y'all know where I like to go when I leave town...Texas or Nebraska...especially this time of the year. But my mother insisted (I mean asked politely) that I meet her in SF for her birthday this year. Of course I can't say no; she depends on these trips to look forward to-that's a healthy thing, we all need that. And she "asked" me months ago before Paul's uncle moved in with us. I know I touched on that subject too but probably didn't go in depth. Robbie, Paul's 82 year old uncle, moved in with us from New York City about a month and a half ago. He's not doing well. We have someone coming in to stay with him while I'm gone (much guilt about being gone) and it seems that it will be better for him and they can do more than I've been able to. That's why you haven't seen much of me here is 'cause I been keeping an eye on Uncle Robbie during the day and so is Paul's dad, Art (91). Paul takes over at night. It's a lot for him. In a not-so-nice joking stress-relieving back and forth last week I told Paul I'd never wanted to visit somewhere so much in my life. But I still haven't mentioned that I'm stopping over in Texas on my way back for a couple of days. The plane makes a stop in Houston. I mean, really, I'm already in Houston, it would be crazy not to stay and see my middle baby in my hometown for, really, a day and a half. Go Southwest; they are sooooo easy to work with-love them. I think being from Texas will allow my mom and me to fit in very easily there. My mom's been there many times so I'm just going where pointed. Apparently it's been confirmed by more than one person that she does indeed know all the places to go. The photo above is of me from the back at the farm leaning on the fence...

...and from the front-same fence...of course you'll get to hear/see all about my trip.