With all the excitement of late I'm lucky if I remember to take my medicine 3 times a day. Usually I do, but then I don't notice when it's getting low and it turns into a mad-dash across town for a doctor Rx so I can promptly (due that day or the preceding!) fill the scrip.
Anyway, Feb. is a month of celebrations and I haven't had a moment to shout out for any of them. Thus I'm inclined to do a little shouting! Pam celebrated her birthday on Super-Bowl Sunday but isn't much of a birthday party gal. She's holding the party until her adventure in Chicago this Spring with the Quilt Festival. Very cool and yes, I want to go but there are a LOT of variables at play here! So happy Birthday Pam and we'll party one way or another. I have a present I made for you that I'm kinda liking. I just need to package it up and move it along (I know it sounds lame, but really that's the status!!).
Cathy and Elsa also celebrated birthdays this month. I haven't talked with either of them since last Fall which is kinda weird in its self as we were doing a lot of art things together for awhile. It just kind of stopped and I don't know why. We worked on one project that I loved and I think Elsa has it now. The idea was a visual diary handed off every 2 weeks where you were to respond, in art, to whatever you got out of the pages before you. Theme, color, sentiment, method.....whatever you wanted-it just had to flow from the pages you got from those before you. It was a lot of fun and we did about 4 pages each before it started to die. I hate when projects die. I don't know what happened here, but perhaps a little birthday fiesta can help us catchup?
Lastly, my Mother would have been 69 this month. She died when she was 56, but she's very much still present in my life. She was born on Groundhog's day so we heard ALL the jokes and then some. I miss her very much, but missing her has become such a long term constant that I don't remember the ordinary times any more. I remember what I lost. I remember what I wish we'd had or tried. I remember what made her the woman she was and see so much of me in her. I remember you Mom and I love you. I really miss you and am sorry it didn't work out for us. But you taught me well and I think you'd be proud. I toast her and I honor her and I love her. I feel for her. I feel for us.