This last number of months (sheesh, more than 6 months since I made an entry) have been all over the place. My husband had gall bladder surgery end of the year. I've been reading like crazy. Doing some beading projects (having fun with freeform peyote stitch; joined the group for that on Facebook and it gave me the kick in the butt to play with this technique again.)
I started posting my art on Society6 (I'm Fractal Dragon there) and having lots of fun. Now if some of my stuff would just sell!
I'm only going to do a few shows this year with my jewelry. Local shows—and I met a cool sister artist who is doing an open studio in December and has invited me to participate!
Sad news: our eldest kitty, Radar, who was our "unintended adoption" passed over the Rainbow Bridge a couple of weeks ago. I had come upstairs with his dinner (he had the upstairs to himself because he never really wanted to integrate with our other cats), and at first couldn't find him. He usually would come running to the door when he heard me coming up the stairs. So this was not normal, but, well, he was a cat, and cats can decide to do unexpected things. I did finally find him, on the floor at the foot of the bed. He meowed when he saw me. And then I realized he was having trouble using his back legs. So I called our vet, who gave me the number and location of a 24-hour emergency vet. I took Radar there, and the bad news was he'd thrown a clot and was in heart failure. The prognosis was not good. So I had to make the decision to let him go. He is missed.
The one good thing is that we now leave the door at the top of the stairs open and our other 4 kitties take advantage of that. It's not unusual for me to wander into the bedroom and find one or more kitties happily curled up or flaked out on my bed.
Later today I get to start the prep for a certain medical procedure, which will happen tomorrow morning. The procedure isn't awful, because I will not be conscious. But the prep is YUCKY, since it is, as some of you may have guessed, cleaning out my guts. BLEAH. At least once it's all over I can eat again (I know I will be starving, having been without food for 1 1/2 days!), and there are no restrictions.