I’ve been getting your emails this week wondering where I’ve gone. Have I disappeared? Have I broken an arm? A leg? An artery?
As you can see from this actual photograph I’m not hurt, not injured (that’s just pizza sauce) or institutionalized. I’m just finishing up a super-quick new project for all of us. Hey! Here’s the funny thing. Have you ever decided to bring a new lamp or something into your house and the result is 3 solid days of crying uncontrollably while rearranging everything you own make it fit?
That’s where I am with my new project. Wondering how something so small and simple has become so much bigger. I got through the beginning of it without much problem, even the middle wasn’t too bad, but now that I’m nearing the end of it I feel very much like I’m holding a tiny clown umbrella while it rains cement blocks on my head.
Not one to get discouraged, I’ve fortified myself with snacks and plenty of essential oils that are supposed to ease the stress, however, if I’m being honest with you I believe those essential oils need more Ativan in them.
My PLAN (hahahahahahahahahahaha) was to start to post again last Monday (that’s when I would normally start again in the New Year and it’s when I figured I’d be done the bulk of my work on the new project.) But when I began writing Monday’s post I started to sweat all over. A cold sweat. The kind you’d experience if you realized the fish you just ate was caught in a sewer.
So I reluctantly decided to not write a post on Monday to ensure I could get through the day without drowning in my own sweat. Which is worse than it sounds because I’ve been so stressed that my sweat currently smells like a Durian chocolate bar that almost killed me over the holidays.
The people on that list are going to be the first ones to hear about this thing that’s given me onion sweats.
In answer to some of your questions over the past week:
Yes, I’ve seen my good friend David. We’ve had many delightful conversations about wood. We’re also delving into favourite drink choices and eco-friendly home building practices.
No, I’m not quitting my blog.
No, my new project isn’t buying, selling, or renovating a house.
Yes, Betty and my sisters are doing well.
Now. I have to get back to sweating and crying. If you could just bear with me and my sporadic posting for the next little bit things will get back to normal soon. I promise. In fact, I think things are going to be much more fun and interesting.
Because everybody thinks getting cards and letters in the mail is fun and interesting, right?! (that’s a small hint)
Ack. I’ll just tell you this little bit. One little PART of what I’m doing involves sending you something very small, (small enough to fit in an envelope) … right to your house. Every. Single. Month.
Again, you can get on the list to be notified here. ;)