It has been another wild week. I feel like one of those jugglers, we saw on Ed Sullivan so many years ago. The ones that could keep all those plates spinning in the air. Unfortunately, I am not as good at it.
I am looking into this week and I don’t even want to get started. Usually, I can clean the slate on Monday and begin the week with the resolve, “this week will be easier”. I guess what really tipped the scales last week, was my taking my Mother into hospital. Twelve hours in the emergency at the General, is just painful for me. I really hate institutions. I hate the responsibility of walking the tight rope, so you get attention for your loved one, and but not make too much fuss, you create a scene. I can create a scene just standing around so when I am emotional, it’s not good. I knew we were in the right place when they put us to the head of the line. She was in the observation area,( which I know I should be grateful for) for six hours before we saw anybody. I will spare you all the details. She is alright, and she should get out either late today or tomorrow.

The cone Kirk is holding , is one of the ones I brought home.The one behind him might be the one Chris has.
I had family that visited on the weekend so I went to the cottage to get some uninterrupted beading time. I am working on getting to know the cones, I brought back from Tucson with me. I have never before approached someone’s work with the intention of making it my own. I it’s like familiarizing yourself with the voice of a new author. I find when I read a new book, especially if it is well written, it takes me time to become comfortable with the voice. Once I do I sit back and enjoy the journey. The cone has taken some time, but I think we are becoming fast friends. Late yesterday, I started playing with the shape. I sure hope I get some more one on one time with it this week. I will see Chris tonight and see how she is doing. She always picks up things faster than me. I am a lucky person to have her in my life.
The picture of the cones was lifted from Kate McKinnon’s blog. http://katemckinnon.wordpress.com/ If you don’t follower her, you should. Go over and have a read. She is a wonderful writer and is so very generous with her access to her life as an artist.
You can also read more about the book, that the cones are aspiring to grow up and become part of.
















