I second Moes in wishing you GL Jen on hearing from Medicaid.
Gotta love red tape!
Quick recovery to Sam.
Elaine, got you with the kids. People often wonder why I waited so long to have a Etsy shop and to *get out the closet* and I do not mean by that about THE one get out. I am speaking of getting out of the naphtalin mott balls... officially showing my color (that I am an artist) etc.
I raised 3 girls. They were not mine, they were the one of my ex. The only reason we did not have a fourth is that I am not fertile or was not compatible with the said ex... and I was dished for a younger chick as soon as he could which make him fathered another kid through a fifth partners while leaving me with the responsability of the three previous and visitation for a short while.
People often say I was egoistical in that I tracked down the mothers of those girls and we transitionned them from my care to their cares...but really, it was getting challenging to be mono-mom with three teen that in spite of you bleeding yourself to provide them the best and try to put some sense in them, at the end of the day look at you in the eyes and say: you're not my mom! All the time.
I loved them to bit, but it was challenging that they could not nderstand that their need were met because I was there, their father having better to do than raising them and their moms having vanished. Social services did not want to take them because I was deemed a responsible/competent parent... so why would they help?
But at the same time, I had no legal right on them. It was like I was the baby sitter and provider...I did my best and assumed the role 15 years. But when the grand parents of the two youngest offered to take them on, I let them go there. And then the oldest's mom reappeared... so by 36 I was freed of parental responsability and could start living.
I was ok with giving my life to them so they could be better people and achieve more than I can have achieved or their father... it is just overwhelming to have to work 3 to 5 jobs (some contracts) so to have enough flexibility to be there when they're out of school or on sick days... it dictate ALL your life. But somehow, I was ok with that. It also give you some punk when you are parents. Thing matters more, somehow. If someone is threatening anything that provide for them, you are just out there kicking yours and their a$$ out the way because the focus is your kids getting the best... I've lack of that punk since they left. But I would not be good for them if they had stayed. I know when they are more adults, they will understand what went on and why I did what I did, when I did. Nothing to do with me being free, more to do with them being allowed to push further. Grandma and Grandpa had more resources and more time. They are having a yearly trip to Las Vegas or Walt Disney, they went to INdia, Africa... I coudl do that on my own when I was a student, but did not have the resources to do it when I was raising them. Mostly energy wise. Their father is a gamer/pot head. So wherever we went, I was the sole provider and carrer...with a fourth child 15 years older than me. So all is well, but yes, this meant no official art commitment could be done while I was with that responsability. And Yes, it meant having to constantly clean behind them, pick up the trail of clothes from door to room or room to bathroom...back then, I remove absolutely ALL carpet that were not washable... It was just easier to wash a wood floor or a painted plywood one than vaccumming.
Hi Peggy and Jamie!
Anyhow, still applying on job here, watching to see when my pieces expires so I can renew a few and do a rotation on the other. I am going to recycle a few pieces this year... the beauty with having a kiln is that I can *bleach* my piece bear and re-glazed them with something else.
Today it is take-two with terrine (pottery). And take-two with painting my rainy street in acrylic as well. I tried to do them Monday and it did not work. Admittedly, it was hard to work with -52C outside (wind shield) It makes the attic and the basement spare room, where my workshops are, colder than comfort.
I'll try to play a few games. And then I will see how it goes from there.
Eejee