Family, What a trip.

So several of my grandmother’s brothers came out this past weekend.

It was fun. I braved Spring Blizzard 2005 to get to my grandmother’s house. That wasn’t so fun. I saw Aunt Barb right away; my daughter warmed up to her quickly and got her buying gifts immeadiatly.

I felt a little embarrassed that they read the website, but I’m embarrassed when anyone looks and what I do…I never really feel it’s good, I suppose.

Why is that?

I’ve been told I do good work. I get compliments on my work. Still I can’t shake that feeling that somehow I’ve done it badly or even wrong.

Sigh. Not that my self esteem is very high at all. I’ve managed to loose another husband,, this time to his career rather than another woman. I know I’ve got to get back on track with stuff.

Ick. I ten to put things off when I know I have to do them.

The worst part of the blizzard, besides the shoveling, was that I missed a day of medication. My fault, I got in a hurry and forgot. Still I felt awful. My face completely broke out and I just felt bloated all day.

Now I need furniture too. I’m left with a love seat I don’t really like. My living room seems extremely empty. I’ve got a lot of cleaning to do but no vacuum or tools till tomorrow. Thanks a lot Paul!

Well, I did say he could I guess. Sigh.

Two new reviews up! And I got more on that Poser 6 Faq: Still lots more. I’ve got to work on a couple of sites as well. Don’t forget Pagan Book Study folks. If you’re interested in “To Ride a Silver Broomstick”, it’s our next book.

52 Stories
Outline: Dreamfire
Since the soul in me is dead, Better save the skinArchpoet (Trans. Helen Waddell)






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