We’re back from a great weekend in Ohio – spending time with old friends (thanks Corey and Nathan!), taking a train ride through the Cuyahoga Valley National Park, and seeing the Artistic Luxury exhibition at the Cleveland Museum of Art. I’m so envious of people who live in an area with such a great mix of nature and culture. (Where we live is long on nature but very short on culture.)
I’ve got so much more to share from the weekend, but for now its back to catching up with home and work. Thanks to everyone for your nice comments on my last post! There’s still a little time to enter my contest, so please do!
This has been such a long, exhausting day that I can’t even bring myself to watch the PR finale. (Don’t tell me the winner – I’m DVRing it to watch tomorrow morning!)
This morning I went to a funeral for a man whose kids I went to high school with. This man was a community leader, well known and respected in our small town. He had eight children, the oldest of whom is in his 30s, the youngest of which is still in high school. To see the family at the funeral was absolutely heartbreaking – the man was killed in a car crash so the death was unexpected. Yet at the same time, to hear people talk about this man’s impact on the community was inspiring. He founded t-ball and baseball leagues, taught Sunday school, and founded an Education Foundation to support the local school district. All the while supporting his eight children, both financially and emotionally. I think all we can hope for in life is that when we die, people regard our lives and our contributions as highly as this man’s were. That we leave the world a little better than the way we found it.
The funeral was held in the church I attended as a child – a church I haven’t been to in well over a decade. I have viewed organized religion with much skepticism during my adult life, but I have to admit there was something moving about the funeral today. Standing in a church full of people, singing “Amazing Grace”, I really began to see that for many people the real value of a church lies in the sense of community it provides. And in times of crisis, that sense of community can be extremely important.
I’m calling it an early night and heading to bed, but I just want to remind everyone to cherish everyday you have with the people you care about, because they can be gone in an instant. And on that note, every time you get into your car (for those of us stuck driving because a stress fracture means we aren’t allowed to bike) remind yourself that shaving a few seconds off your trip or trying to drive when you’re tired or distracted isn’t worth your life or someone else’s.
No pictures in this post because I didn’t take a single picture at Crafty Bastards. Sad, I know. Thanks to everyone who responded to my last post, and thanks a million to my wonderful husband, who came with me to help out at the show! Oh, and thanks to the Crafty Bastards volunteers who helped out as well.
Sadly, I didn’t get to scope out the show, for obvious reasons. One trip to the port-a-potties on crutches was enough to keep me tied to my booth. But I really appreciate everyone who came by and shopped – you made my day worthwhile! I’m happy I decided not to cancel the show.
Now I’m home and exhausted, thanks in no small measure to my crutches. My foot may be resting, but the rest of my body feels beat up and sore. I’m also learning how difficult crutches can be if you’re a grown-up who needs to do things like grocery shop, clean, and laundry. I still haven’t figured out how I’m going to get my dirty clothes from my second floor bedroom to my basement washing machine. That’s not to mention that I have several wholesale orders to go out this week. At least I have a rolling chair in my studio…
Crafty Bastards is this Sunday! Rain or shine (lets hope for shine). Please stop by and see me in booth #49 – I should even have some new work if I can get my butt in gear.
Really though, I’m still in a pretty crappy mood. On top of the weather and my foot, I sliced my thumb chopping an onion yesterday (not bad, but enough to be annoying in the studio) and we have a groundhog that’s taken up residence in our back yard. I’m terrified of groundhogs, plus I have to make sure its not around when I take out Grizzly, or he practically pulls me off the porch to chase it. I’m really looking forward to Monday, when my to do list looks like this:
-go for a long ride on my new bike
-clean my house
Hopefully your Friday is happier than mine!
I wanted to share this great photo by Elle Moss that I discovered on Etsy as a way to counteract what has been a stressful few days. In addition to the possible stress fracture in my foot, the battery on my laptop died. This is the second time this has happened in the three years I’ve had my laptop, and now I can’t use it unless its plugged into the wall until my new battery arrived. Plus yesterday, I spent 14 hours in a car delivering my sculpture to an exhibition in southwest Ohio. And Crafty Bastards is less than a week away, I have nothing done, and the things I’ve got to do this week are piling up quickly. I think its time to go do some yoga before I freak out completely.
On a happier note, I’m totally excited because I won Liz’s blog giveaway. I can’t wait to get my print!
So it seems that I’ve developed a stress fracture in my right heel. About a week ago, I started having pain below my ankle. Now, I can’t walk without limping and I can’t run without pain. I went to the doctor, who said yes, its probably a stress fracture. And here’s where my gripe about insurance and the modern medical system begins. According to my doctor, an x-ray most likely won’t show a stress fracture, but insurance usually doesn’t cover an MRI until you have an x-ray first. So yesterday, I had a completely useless x-ray, which came back, shockingly, negative. Now, its going to take more than a week until I can even get in for an MRI. I feel like I went through this when I hurt my knee a few years ago. If you have a sports-related injury, but aren’t a professional athlete, no one seems in that much of a hurry to figure out what’s wrong with you. Instead, you just spend weeks (or months, in the case of my knee) waiting to see what’s wrong and hoping it gets better, while not being able to exercise.
So, I’m not allowed to run (most likely for a few weeks), and as you can probably tell, its already making me grumpy. I am not a happy person when I’m not a running person.
The only saving grace is that I am allowed to bike. And yesterday, I ordered my new bike! I get it on Tuesday and i couldn’t be more excited.