I Saw My Hawk.

I'm on my way back to blogging. I've been working through some grief. My FIL is home, now, recovering. The stroke was rather severe. I shall reserve more detail out of respect for family privacy.

To answer my good friend, Briar, I have been taking care of myself. I forgot to mention the quilt I've started (almost four years married, and I'm only just getting to our marriage quilt), re-organized sewing room, and new forays into original fiction when we talked the other night. I also forgot to mentions S.'s new easel, which he built from plans he found on the internet, and I also forgot to mention that he's working in pastels again, and is eyeing his oils. I also spotted him reviewing a synopsis he wrote for an original work of his own. (Honey? I'm still waiting for a first chapter. It's been too long since I got to read anything you write. I know that the muse is touchy, so I don't want to seem too pushy. But I'm ready to read whenever you're ready to write.)

In answer to my other good girlfriend, Ethne, things are getting better. I have been missing blogging. The S. and The Bean send love right back atcha. And hang in there, doll. I know things aren't easy for you right now, with so many people in yor family going through various illnesses. You be sure to take care of you, too, 'kay? You know where I am if you want to vent about anything. Burdens shared are burdens lightened, right?

You should know that I saw my hawk this morning. I haven't seen him for a year, but he was back on that power pole, right where I used to see him, as I drove to work this morning. I choose to look at his appearance as a omen of positive change in my fortunes. Seeing him awarded me both a pang and a sense of relief. It was a very odd sensation, but it still left me smiling. (Wobbly smile? Tears? Those weren't tears. They were... Shaddup, you!)

I can't say when I'll post more than sporadic updates, for (as I mentioned) that fickle bitch of a muse has me by the throat these days. I have to write in accordance with the inspiraton she provides while she's around.

Thanks for your patience. Just so you know, I am (at the very least) muttering calumny at the computer screen when I read about the various temper tantrums and idiocy of the Left at home, and abroad. I actually had an exchange with a rabid Liberal here at work, yesterday. She was moaning and whining about how she was boycotting TV for the next couple of days so that she wouldn't be "tainted" by any Inauguration coverage. I looked at her and said, "So you think that if you don't see it in TV, then it doesn't happen for real? Wow."

She didn't know what to say. I walked away whistling Dixie.

See you soon.

--Linda