My friend Vee has threatened a mini-revolt replete with picket lines unless I post something this morning. Oh my goodness, I wouldn't want a revolt on my hands!
I want to thank all my loyal readers for their concern and e-mails. I appreciate it and I'm feeling very lucky to have such loyal friends.
Years ago I subscibed to the "Superwoman" myth. You know, the woman who does it all, brings home the bacon, fries it up in the pan, does the housework, raises the kids and volunteers for everything. That failed effort bought me a month in the hospital and five years of mental health day camp. Let's just say I learned my lesson.
My bout with the flu really knocked me for a loop and on top of that we've been visited by the Perfect Storm of Stuff. I decided early on that not everything would be blog fodder, so I don't go into every aspect of our lives.
One of the reasons I've been taking a break is that the Farmer was in the hospital to deal with an ongoing chronic issue. He's fine and we've met with a dietician and other professionals and we're both learning how to better deal with his long-standing diabetes. There are new medications that seem to be doing a better job.
The hospital bill is formidable. The CT scan alone was $5K (yikes). That machine runs all day and into the night. Can you imagine? Twenty CT scans a day would be $100,000! Anyway, the Farmer is still unemployed and although we have COBRA, we're not sure how much the insurance will actually pay.
I've got my sewing machines burning up the grid, sewing aprons and wallets and more in an attempt to build up my inventory for the shop and for upcoming craft shows. My friend never believed me when I said I could make well over $1,000 at one good show. It's true and it gives me a feeling that I can actually do something to help the situation.
Jobs around here are as rare as hens teeth so I'm doing what I know and what I love. Oprah says that will lead to success. Heck, if Oprah says it's true, it must be true.
I mentioned a Perfect Storm of Stuff. That, of course, includes our responsibilities for the super seniors in our lives, an 88.75 yr. old live-in mother-in-law and an 81 yr. old mother.
I told my mom that there's good news and there's bad news.
The good news is we're living longer.
The bad news is we're living longer.
In an effort to conserve my energy and stay focused on the tasks at hand I'm going to continue my break for a short while longer. Thanks for being so loyal and understanding.
Hopefully when I'm better focused I can once again post pithy entries and regale you with stories of long ago. If you're new here, I encourage you to slog through the archives. If you're an old timer you might want to wander over to my photoblog and entertain yourself with images of the American midwest.
The Farmer's Wife Photoblog
Thanks friends. You will never know what your friendship means to me.