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New blog

Jan. 3rd, 2012 12:41 pm
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Since LJ is getting hinky (a la Facebook) here's my new blog: http://maidenbedlam.wordpress.com/ It is currently unlocked and open to anyone, but if things there get weird, I'll go back to friends-only.

I don't know if I'll continue to use LJ at all to blog. I'm paid up through 2012, so I'll probably at last pop in on occasion.

Cheers!
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Oops. I didn't post before midnight, so it looks like I already blew it on the NaBloPoMo thingie.  Ah well.

I have no idea why I am still awake. I'm sore all over, though, from just running around getting things done today. Laundry, sweeping, general reorganizing, party planning, dog walking, cat hollering, and a bajillion trips up and down stairs (one of which nearly ended very badly when the dog decided to come romping down the stairs behind me - she would have knocked me down the stairs were it not for the fact that I was on the bottom step when she barreled into me.)


Oh! I need to go to bed, like now. I just remembered - neurosurgeon in the morning. Hopefully we will FINALLY figure out what the lump on my neck is all about and what to do about it. Wish me luck.
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We now have 60 years worth of Grandma Ethel's (J's paternal grandmother) diaries here. She kept little five-year diaries all her life, with just a short note each day. There are a few missing, but I don't know if they are gone forever or if they'll turn up in another box of Aunt #1's stuff. Also lots of photos and letters, and bless her, Ethel was wonderful about writing names and dates on photos, so we're reconstructing some bits of family history. So very cool. I'm inspired to get a little five-year book myself and start keeping that type of diary, just because I'm having so much fun reading Ethel's and thinking about my grandchildren or great-grandchildren reading the minutiae of day-to-day life.

I got the books sorted and put away and got the sunroom and family room put back together. The clutter level is starting to bug me, and I have a higher tolerance for that sort of thing than J does, so I know it's got to be driving him mad. The good thing is, it IS clutter, not DIRT. Although I could sweep this place twice a day and still have cat hair tumbleweeds spontaneously develop in the corners...

Punkin's been pushing my buttons a bit these days as far as being a little too much in the take department and not enough in the give department. I've asked her to plan on being home after school for the next two days to help me get the house together.

PS: not enjoying this weather. 
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I have no idea whether I'm doing NaBloPoMo (sometimes known here as NaNoBloMe)  - I suppose I'll figure that out if I post every day in November, huh?

Last night was fun - a last-minute decision to go to a party over at Bones' & Coach's house. We were told masks were required, so J dug out his father's gas mask and wore that with his regular clothes. I donned a sequined domino mask under a black veil and top hat and went as... I dunno... something spooky dressed in black. If anyone got photos, I'll post them. I left my own camera at home in my purse, which I packed carefully then completely forgot. We had a very nice time, mostly just chatting and snacking. I got to visit my godkitten, Tamlin, who is super friendly and lovey-dovey and loads of fun. I drank coffee rather too late in the evening, though, and had a hard time sleeping last night. 

Today I went up to The Aunts' place to continue the dispersal of Aunt #1's (P) stuff. Aunt #2 (B) is still among the living, and she wants P's stuff OUT,  and some of her own stuff, too, since she thinks she will probably sell the house and move to Arizona in a year or so.  Both aunts were hoarders, and they had twenty some years to fill that house with....stuff.  I'm sort of in charge of figuring out who gets what, though I am deferring to the brothers (who are her actual relatives; I married in) when anything matters to them. I did snag a few things nifty things though for me and mine. A 35mm Canon camera with all sorts of doohickeys and geegaws, that one day I will try to figure out. I took that because many years ago, P offered it to me, then promptly forgot about it. B didn't even know this camera existed; I found it under a shelving unit in the wayback of P's closet. I also got a couple of old purses, and some driving gloves that FIT me (I have small hands, so did P.) A big leather butterfly chair and matching footstool for my girl,  what appears to be THREE Atari systems for my husband (correction, he says one is a Sega, the other two are Ataris) and a bunch of games that go with it/them.  Also started in on the boxes in the basement, which have not been looked at in probably 20 years. I brought home two boxes of Jasperware china, some little shelves and plant stands, a box containing some old needlepoint pillows, and the treasure trove: Grandma's scrapbooks, diaries. letters and photos. Amazing - Grandma Ethel was quite a documenter of things, and kept all kinds of little souvenirs pasted in her albums. She also took the time to identify most of the people in the photos, and we've finally matched some names and initials that were confusing us. It appears, too, that the Hulls married the Hills at some point, so there are a few names we're still struggling with. But anyhow. We have some photos dating back to the 1890s! Oh, and I got a big box of Tinkertoys for my little friends Ellie and Alexander.

I also went through some books and grabbed a bunch on Buddhism for my daughter, and tons of short stories and poetry books for myself. My brother-in-law and I are at slight odds right now, as he has laid dibs to a chair I had already claimed. Actually, he wants TWO that I asked for, but I'm willing to give up the one without a fight. The other one, well, I really like it a lot. He doesn't, but it's the right size and style for his home. We're in negotiations now. If he puts up a fight, I'll let him take it, because it's not worth arguing about, but I DID find another chair that is more in his taste, which he had overlooked, and he's at least willing to take a look at it and consider a trade.

Th Aunts' house is dusty as hell and again, they've never thrown anything away, so I spent a large portion of the day indulging my OCD with frequent hand-washings. Gah. There are still ten boxes of china, crystal and assorted housewares in the basement to collect, plus a full set of Noritake china from an upstairs closet, PLUS a whole set of glass dishes we never saw before .. and B says she's not certain that's all the dishes yet.  And I put dibs on some small furnishings - a couple little tables and an etagere - that I did not feel up to transporting today.

After I finished packing the van, I realized I hadn't eaten all day. I didn't plan to spend that much time at the Aunts' place or I would have taken a break, but once I realized I was hungry, I was REALLY hungry. So I stopped on the way home at a Colonial and had an omelette. When I got home, Punkin helped me unpack the van, and J had the time of his life looking through his Grandma's papers and letters and photos and such.

Now I am exhausted, and going to crash at a reasonable hour.

Warning!

Oct. 31st, 2009 09:40 am
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Little Orphan Annie's come to our house to stay,
And wash the cups and saucers up, and brush the crumbs away,
And shoo the chickens off the porch and dust the hearth and sweep,
And make the fire, and bake the bread, and earn her board and keep;
And all us other children, when the supper things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire and has the mostest fun
A-listenin' to the witch tales that Annie tells about,
And the Gobble-uns that gits you if you don't watch out!

Once they was a little boy who wouldn't say his prayers--
And when he went to bed at night, away upstairs,
His mammy heard him holler and his daddy heard him bawl,
And when they turned the kivvers down, he wasn't there at all!
And they seeked him in the rafter room, and cubby hole and press,
And seeked him up the chimney flue, and everywheres, I guess;
But all they ever found was just his pants and round about!
And the Gobble-uns'll git you if you don't watch out!

And one time a little girl would always laugh and grin,
And make fun of everyone, and all her blood and kin;
And once when they was company and old folks was there,
She mocked them and shocked them and said she didn't care!
And just as she kicked her heels, and turnt to run and hide,
They was two great big Black Things a-standin'by her side,
And they snatched her through the ceiling
'fore she knowed what she's about!
And the Gobble-uns'll git you if you don't watch out!

And little Orphan Annie says, when the blaze is blue,
And the lampwick sputters, and the wind goes woo-oo!
And you hear the crickets quit and the moon is gray,
And the lightning bugs in dew is all squenched away--
You better mind your parents, and your teachers fond and dear,
And cherish them that loves you, and dry the orphan's tear,
And help the poor and needy one that cluster all about,
Or the Gobble-uns'll git you if you don't watch out!

 --- James Whitcomb Riley

Happy Hallowe'en!
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Blessed Samhain!

Happy new year!
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That's what I got: rheumatoid arthritis. Whee. STILL testing negative for what they call an "RA Factor" but apparently that's not unusual.  The doctor, who has the wonderfully fun-to-say name Dr. Damaraju, said that my symptoms are consistent with RA, so that's what we are treating.  The inflammation and swelling in my hands is in the knuckles and bottom joints, and if it was psoriatic arthritis, it would be in the top joints and around the fingertips. Weird, but whatever.  The psoriasis, then, seems to be a completely separate issue - still autoimmune, but not part of the RA. So that brings me up to THREE autoimmune dealies: RA, psoriasis and the Hashimoto's thyroiditis.

Can I get a "sheesh!"? 

(Incidentally, the psoriasis is the most minor one, and it's the one giving me the most grief, because it ITCHES.)

Back to the RA: The doctor wanted to put me on prednisone, but I've taken that twice and both times it made me violently ill. Plus I know what some of the long-term effects of corticosteroids are, and even if I didn't puke every time I took prednisone I wouldn't take it for the RA.  She then said she'd put me on Plaquinel, a drug that was developed to treat malaria, but which turned out to have a pretty good effect on RA.  The big caveat there is that it can mess with your vision, so before I start taking it, I need to get the OK from an opthamologist, as well as a good eye exam so they have a baseline from which to judge whether the Plaquinel affects it. The other negative is that Plaquinel can take up to three months before any noticeable improvement in symptoms.  (Oh yeah, note to self: ask doc if I can take NSAIDS until the Plaquinel kicks in.) 

RA is pretty common, so docs have been treating it for awhile. This is good, because it means I'm not completely in uncharted territory. I don't need to make any dietary changes, and exercise is encouraged (I do have to have the freaking neck thing settled before I resume yoga, though!)  I'm supposed to keep my stress levels as low as possible (HA!) and be sure to get adequate rest (DOUBLE HA!)

My blood work is OK, so except for this chronic inconvenience, I'm in good health. I just need to get to the bottom of the neck bump, which is what started all this doctor stuff in the first place! (Neurosurgeon next week for that.)

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My husband has been working on plumbing today. That he started working on last Sunday. He has made no fewer than 11 trips to the hardware store. He is a very unhappy man. I am staying as far out of his way as I can.
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So yesterday I was SICK. No idea what was wrong, but I felt like crap all day. Headache, tummy ache, a slight fever, no energy. Bah. I went to bed at 6:30 when I realized I was dozing off while trying to make earrings. I woke up at 9:30, starving, and got up to make some cream of wheat. I wasn't sure I could go back to sleep, so I putzed around online for a while, but was back in bed by 11:00. I woke up this morning at 7:30, hit the snooze, and then woke up again at 8:00, because the electricity went back on... I hadn't even realized it was off, though it seems it wasn't off for long.

I woke up feeling like an entirely new woman. J thinks I was just exhausted or over-fatigued, though I can't imagine why I would be. Still, sleeping like the dead for the better patr of a day seems to have healed whatever was wrong.

[profile] happy_peasant came out today to help me with some photos for Etsy. For some reason, It's been really difficult to get good photos. I even had [livejournal.com profile] meryddian  out here to shoot, but we have had a hell of a time with lighting, focus, etc. Steve was able to get some really good closeup detail shots, which I will augment with artsy-fartsy shots that don't need to have as much detail. There are some of Cheryl's shots that came out really well, so between the two of them and me, I should be able to get my butt in gear on Etsy VERY soon.

Punkin's boyfriend got a new car. His Mom, who kicked him out of the house earlier this year, co-signed on a loan for him. She also brought my daughter souvenirs from her trip to Israel - a pair of very pretty malachite earrings, and a Jerusalem cross necklace.  Weird, since until very recently, she's been very anti-my-kid.  ("You know those Buddhists believe all kinds of weird things...")  I think she was unable to resist making a bit of a dig with the religious necklace, but Punkin accepted the gifts in the spirit of kindness and sent a very nice thank you note.

Oh, and the car is a bright yellow, brand new Cobalt. I am very glad he got it. Punkin's car is safe (it's my old Saturn) but the boy's car WAS a LeBaron that was literally held together with duct tape and coat hangers. I feel better knowing that neither of them is likely to break down on the road now.

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We (the husband, [livejournal.com profile] stevejam and I ) went to a Halloween party last night in the city. The theme was 80s movies, so in honor of John Hughes, J& I went as Claire (Molly Ringwald) and Bender (Judd Nelson) from the Breakfast Club. J doesn't care for costuming, but a ripped flannel and a bandanna were within his scope of do-ability, so we went with it. Steve went as a character from Red Dawn. In all honesty, I don't think I've actually been to a Halloween party in YEARS. We planned our arrival for a bit after the official start time, but still managed to be among the first few guests there.

I played Rock Band for the first time, with a group of people who were mostly too young to know the songs Suffragette City or Piece Of My Heart (*facepalm*) Fortunately, Sandra knew the songs, so we happily sang badly together. We had a really good time, but we are getting old, so by 12:30 we were on the road back home. I planned to take lots of pictures, but as usual, after taking a few, I set my camera down and forgot about it, so missed documenting some of the more clever costumes. I wish I'd gotten some of Andy R, who was dressed adorably as a hillbilly, and Josh, who was Rowdy Roddy Piper (I was proud of myself for figuring that one out relatively quickly.)

Despite the fact that I didn't drink at all, I woke up this morning with yet another killer headache. I am blaming all the recent headache activity on the lump in my neck that allegedly isn't there. Boo hiss.

Assuming the ibuprofen kicks in pretty soon, today will be devoted to making jewelry and straightening up the dining room, with laundry in the background.

I am such a party animal.

ugh

Oct. 23rd, 2009 11:46 pm
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OMG headache from hell. Will update about Halloween costumes tomorrow.

Bed.
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It is cracking me up that I am learning, through Facebook, the real names of people I have known for years.  Faire folk tend to take faire names, and I am old and easily confused and can only manage to remember one name per face...  if THAT. Thank goodness Facebook has photos.

When I was a sophomore in high school, I had a nickname given to me by a friend. It stuck for YEARS. I didn't mind it at the time, but after awhile it just became ridiculous. I successfully shook it off when I was about 21. In the past few years at Bristol, it has come up a couple of times. There's a good chunk of the Rennie population that was also involved with Rocky Horror -- and almost NO ONE at RHPS knew my real name.  I try not to squirm when the nickname comes up now; there's nothing WRONG with the name, and it's not other people's fault that it stuck so hard. It's just that after 20-some years of not hearing it,  it sounds wrong to me. (The reason I do not have a faire name is because I would completely forget to answer to it.)

On the subject of nicknames, I used to hate being called Jules, but I have adjusted, since it seems to just be the default nick for my name. There are a very few people who call me Jewel - my Mom and my high-school sweetheart both did, and my siblings do on occasion.  Beth does, sometimes, but when she realizes she is, she will slide an "s" onto the end. I have often said that I hate when people call me Jewel, but I have noticed that it's more that I hate when people ASSUME they can call me Jewel. When it is people who have known me for years and years, it sort of slides past my notice.

I  will almost always address people by the names they themselves give me, or however they were introduced. Thus, if you've been introduced as, say, Steven, I will likely NOT call you Steve. James from Water Street Bridge is an exception, and I can't even tell you why. He was introduced as James, but I nearly automatically started calling him Jimmy.  I'm conscious of it when I do it, and I try not to (and he has not registered a complaint, so I don't even know if he cares.)

If I call you by a name you'd prefer not to be called, please tell me, OK?

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Blood draw this AM. Now I have holes in both arms. I see the ENT tomorrow.

In other news, I am playing with a pile of old keys, buttons and broken vintage jewelry. I am restricted to polymer clay work at Bristol -- not that that's a bad thing, as it IS my preferred medium -- but I do a lot of work that ISN'T polymer clay, and I have three shows upcoming where my non-polymer work will be welcomed.

There's been some random tapping sounds coming from outside of the house lately. I thought something like a raccoon was trying to get in, but I sent the kid out to look today, and she found a slightly baffled woodpecker. We have cedar siding, so it's not impossible for there to be bugs, and if there are, I'd just as soon let the woodpecker have them.
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I have no good reason for starting a new LJ, except I just kinda wanted to. I haven't been journaling much, spending a lot more time on Facebook, which allows me the illusion of keeping in touch with people without actually interacting with them in any but the most superficial way.

Lately I have been pretty much buried in medical stuff. Note please that I am not actually sick. Beyond a persistent aching neck and being vaguely tired all the time, I'm FINE.  My blood tests  and CT scans, however, say differently. So I will be going from specialist to specialist until someone figures out exactly what the deal is. If you're not already up to speed on this, I'm not going to go into excruciating, whiny detail. Suffice to say it looks like I have some auto-immune issues. In other words, my body is revolting (*snerk*)  I have blood work tomorrow morning, an appointment with an ear, nose and throat doc on Thursday, a mammogram next Wednesday, an appointment with the rheumatologist Thursday, and a follow-up with the neurologist I-forget-when.

In medical news not my own, my husband had foot surgery last week, to replace a joint in his foot that deteriorated beyond repair. He goes back to work tomorrow, but will be bandaged and booted for probably another two weeks.

Career-wise, I have been sorting and organizing more than creating, which drives me a little insane. I have not yet figured out how best to optimize my work space(s), so I spend entirely too much time walking from room to room, fetching things. I have clay in one room, jewelry stuff in another... but there is some considerable overlap, and there's too much of both to fit in one room. This doesn't even count the paper and fabric crafting stuff, which is mainly out of the way at the moment, but which I DO want to start using again. I have two shows coming up, and a probable third one that I am waiting to hear about. (PS: if you are a crafter and want a table, let me know. If you are a musician who can do holiday and/or folk music and would be willing to work for tips (and sell your CDs) let me know.) 

And, I am set to clean out my husband's Aunt Patt's place. She passed away about two months ago, and her roomie, Barb, is ready to pitch all Patt's crap. Much of it belonged to husband's grandmother once upon a time, so I get to sort and distribute it all.

I think you-all are up to date for the moment.

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Oct. 21st, 2009 12:55 am
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I haven't decided if I am keeping the LifeOnWry LJ, but this one will now be primary and probably more public - at least for awhile.

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