Days full of nothing can be so fulfilling.

Huh? Yes, that's right.


We spent a day of doing absolutely nothing. Well, nothing other than whatever we wanted to do. No chores (other than general cleaning up after ourselves), no schedules, no rules, and no hair brushes. The Magpie did her homework this morning, the little Prince visited a buddy this afternoon, and I made jewelry, cooked, and cuddled with the goggie. It was beautiful.

My throat is also feeling so much better today. I still feel like someone is sitting on my chest but hot tea and a nice warm house is easing that strain. It's nice to eat real food again. See what I had for breakfast! Mmm... I don't much care for brewing a whole pot of coffee for just myself when Mr. B isn't home, but despite my best efforts, making half a pot just never works. So, even though I only had one cup an entire pot was made and my fingers fumbled for my Wicked mug. My tummy and my spirit are happy today.

Fast forward. It's now evening, the lasagna is in the oven, the kidlets are watching Home Alone, and I'm posting the fruit of my labours on Etsy. One of said accomplishments today was my "Love for Nie" bracelet and I have to say that I'm so pleased with how it turned out. It's almost exactly what I had imagined. Of course, I have a very vivid imagination and so in my head it was floofy and full and the bird could actually fly, but I think this is a pretty close second.

This one is a gift for Nie and will be mailed out to her tomorrow. Others will be made for anyone who would like their own family or friends photos and a portion of the proceeds will go to the Nie Recovery fund. See my listing on Etsy for more info.

Well, the lasagna is all bubbly and ready to come out of the oven so I'll be toddling off now. I think we'll eat, clean up the dishes, put in some laundry, and then do a whole lot more of nothing.

Stop the merry-go-round, I want off!

Is it possible to love and hate something equally? I love being busy because I hate being bored. BUT, I hate being busy because then there's no time for anything else including getting well.

I've been sick. So sick. What started out as a wicked sore throat has evolved into this icky cold which keeps me sneezing and makes me feel like I'm breathing in sand. Eww. I haven't yet visited the ladies room to confirm this, but I feel like one of those crusty kids. You know what I'm talking about. You know when you see a group of kids at school or daycare and there's always one child with a nostril or two completely blocked with crusty nasal fluid. Dried Snot. I swear I've gone through an entire box of Kleenex in the past day, not because I actually have a drippy nose but rather because the sneezing is enough to make me "the crusty kid" and I'm determined to prevent that.

'Nuff 'bout that.

*atchoo!*

Mr. B is now on his way back to the hangar and so the kidlets and I are flying solo this weekend. Ha! That was funny, non? Non. Okay. I plan on loading myself with vitamins, green tea, and any other natural cold remedy I have on hand at home and I shall sleep until I have won this battle with the little buggies living in my perfectly warm, AB negative, ecosystem. Buggers be gone!

Then, when that's all done I shall get back to my table and create more treasures for my shop. I'm working on one very special piece that I hope will not only make one very lovely lady smile but also raise some funds to help with her recovery. It is a bracelet and it is called, "Love for Nie". In August of this year a world-class blogger, Stephanie Nielson (NieNie), and her beloved Mr. Nielson were in a plane crash that left them with critical burns. Miraculously, they survived but the recovery continues and the world has responded in an effort to help with prayers and fundraisers. I'm a citizen of that world. The prototype of this bracelet will be sent to Nie as a special gift from me but then reproductions will be sold with proceeds going to the recovery fund. It's not much, but it's something and I think we all need to reach out and do something for someone now and then... if not more often than that.