It's been years since I've posted. I'm not even certain why I do it today. I remembered I once had a blog and went in search of it. It took three tries before I came up with the right password. A lot has changed with blogger since I ventured here. I hope I can figure out how to navigate through it.
Since my last post my life events have taken me down many a winding road. I lost my mother on February 5, 2012. She left a huge hole in my life. I miss her.
In return, I got a new grand-daughter. Presley Dean was born on March 30, 2012. She will never know her great-grandmother. It is my job to bring Mom into Presley's life. My mom left behind a portfolio of songs she had written. I will sing them to Presley and Kohl, sharing a bit of her creativity with them. I really, really can't sing so I hope the kid-lets won't mind. Maybe one or both of them will inherit some musical ability from my mom. My son did. He's a drummer and can actually carry a tune. Didn't get that from me. It must skip a generation or something!
I've moved into a larger apartment this year. With a roommate. She's been my best friend for almost 30 years. I am still getting used to having someone around. After mom died, I was on my own for a year. I think I liked having peace and quiet. I didn't have anyone depending on me anymore. It was liberating. I did myself an injustice though. I gave up art. I know, I know! How could that be? After all I'd been through you'd think I couldn't wait to get my hands messy, again. I couldn't summon up creativity. I'd sunk into such a deep depression I could no longer find my way out. It took my friend saying to me that I wasn't living anymore.
While I still haven't fixed up the spare room into my art space, it is on the docket to get done in October. I have nine days off and have another friend coming over to help put it together. I signed up to do a partner swap, ATCs with a group of folks I used to be in a club with. The club disbanded long ago but we're getting together to do small projects. It was such an amazing group to be part of. It's a small start. But, it's a start nonetheless.
I don't expect people to respond to this posting. Most of you will have forgotten who I am. That's fair. I don't hold any grudges. Maybe the next few months will bring about artistic endeavors that will find their way onto this blog. Then, feedback will be warranted. And appreciated.