It strikes me odd that no matter how “in tune” with my body I try to be, it typically sends me signals and hints that I either completely ignore or just don’t notice at all, until the hammer bears down on me and I get sick in some way. You would have thought that by now I would have learned that when I start to sleep bad I am getting sick, you would think that by now that I would have learned that when I start having nightmares I am getting sick… but nooooo, not I. It is only when my GERD gets in high gear and I feel as though my chest and shoulders are on fire, that I look back at the past week and realize that I should have seen this coming. See I am supposed to be on medication for this- everyday- well I HATE daily medication with a passion, so I don’t take it, until the pain and discomfort is too much to bear, then I take the medicine for a few weeks, until things calm down, and then I stop taking it again. A few months later I get sick, and then start taking my medicine again. It is an endless cycle that you’d think by now I would see the signs and head it off at the pass…. But noooooo, not me….
Monday: I ran the credit cards from the weekends show, mailed an order out, and did my typical errands (grocery, P.O., drycleaner, etc). I also had an impromptu lunch with B. We caught up on what has been going on and we sort of had a UWBW meeting to figure out what we are doing in the next few weeks. I updated my events calendar since I finally got accepted to a few shows I had been waiting to hear about.
Tuesday: I finished the laundry that I had started the day before, ordered stuff for my garden to try and keep the rabbits away (they love my lettuce). I did lots in the shop and learned my last batch of shampoo bars had separated (I guess I didn’t stir enough) and was just a big sticky mess that took me forever to clean up. I started to bake C his (late) birthday cake- Tres Leches. It’s a two part process where you bake the cake and let it cool, and then pour over it the three milk mixture and let it sit overnight. The next day you make the whipped topping for it. It is a cool, sweet, almost gooey, heavenly dessert.
Wednesday: I emptied the van, put away all the inventory, and did a count to see if there was anything that was low enough that I needed to make it. Nope--- that is how bad the spring has been, 7 shows and not one soap that had already sold over 100 bars. Yikes, its gonna be a lean year I think…I finished the Tres Leches cake, blogged, labeled products to log into inventory at Out of Our Hands and got the oil changed in the car and got it inspected and emission tested as well. Seems like I’ll need brakes soon, they passed, but I’ll need them in a few months for sure.
Thursday: I printed out some show apps that had been sent to me in order to file them, joined the Handcrafted Soapmakers Guild, because my insurance was lapping and getting it through them is cheaper, dropped off my inventory that I had ready to Out Of Our Hands, and cleaned up the house some. I also started to knit this sweater that I have been dying to knit. I got the back almost entirely finished, and so hope that I don’t run out of yarn… it will be close for sure…
Friday: C worked from home which is cool. I really like having him home all day and wish he could do it more often. I did my typical Friday errands and chores and I also downloaded new audio books for my dad. I put up the first rabbit fence in my garden (just three more to go, one around each planter) and we went to Lowe’s and Best Buy together later on in the day.
Saturday: We worked outside on the lawn. I edged the sidewalks and paths while C trimmed the trees. Later in the afternoon we went on a show hunting trek, where we go and check out possible craft shows for me to exhibit at the next year. We checked out the York Hot Air Balloon Festival. Nice festival, lots of people, no one buying, bad crafts, lots of imported merchandise, terrible layout of crafters and other vendors. No where I want to be next year for sure.
Sunday: I out together the grocery list and ran and got groceries for the week. I stick dinner in the crock pot and called my mom to check on her and to wish Rad a Happy Father’s Day. I napped through most of the NASCAR race but got to see Carl Edwards win (*niiice*), and later in the evening C and I put together my last raides bed and got it into place and filled with dirt.
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