So here we are in the glorious month of May, when at last here in the upper midwest we can tentatively start unpacking our sandals as the mercury rises into the 60s and we realize that winter is actually packing it up for another year.
Not that I mind winter. Winter in Minnesota is a fantastic antidote to hot flashes. You just have to step outside.
I thought I’d post a bit about what’s happening right now in my world, beyond just my general health and fitness, though I imagine everything is about your health in the end, isn’t it?
And yes, my hair is hella long. But we’ll get to that later. Or not.
Our lovely daughter Aidan has moved home for her impending year two of law school. She spent the academic calendar year living near the university, but it wasn’t an ideal fit for her and when she asked, “Would you and Dad care if I moved back home?” the unequivocal reply was “Aw, hell no!”
Turns out, she’s a better roommate than I remember. She cooks meals for us. She never slips her laundry in with ours. And she’s really quiet when she studies for hours on end.
Of course, the best part about having her home is having her home. I am fully aware these days are numbered, and I both Dan and I cherish this time with her.
Cole will be returning from his freshman year of college soon. While much of his story isn’t really mine to tell, I will say that I’m so proud of him for sticking with it. It’s not easy, the whole college thing, especially when you’re really not sure that it’s the right fit. So we’ll see how it shakes out for his sophomore year.
He’s more apt to slip his laundry in with ours, though. That’s the truth.
I don’t really mind. I love it when I know he’s sound asleep in his basement bedroom. Again, these years are numbered.
Dan has a job for next year and will be moving up to a 5/6 split. The only downside is that despite the fact that it will be his fourth year teaching, it’s only a half-tenure position for reasons that he explained to me, and I still don’t quite understand, but I’m sure many of you teachers know what that means.
I’m grateful he has a job and that we have health insurance because of it.
And me? I’m just here working. Working to make a living. Working to improve myself emotionally and physically. Grateful to still be doing what I’m doing and that is due in no small part to the fact that people like you keep coming back, and keep reading, and keep clicking on links and keep supporting me and my small business.
I’m not sure if you realize that you help keep a roof over our heads, food on our table and provide me with a really joyful purpose to sit down and work every single day.
There are some unfortunate lawsuits happening right now in the craft industry (you can learn more about that here), and I think many of you know that even the bigger companies out there, the ones who’ve been offering us wonderful crafty products for years, are run by families, and women, and individuals who love to inspire people to create.
I’m so grateful to be still here and doing what I do. I just wanted you to know that.
I’ll close with a story: yesterday while walking to mail a card out for Mother’s Day—and my property taxes—I stopped and met one of my neighbors. I think I’ve talked with him before, but with my long, shaggy hair, he probably didn’t recognize me anymore. His name is Todd and he has a beautiful year-old Newfoundland pup the size of a small calf named Gracie. Turns out, Todd is also a retired airline employee and a musician, which got us to talking about my son, who is also a musician, and some of my son’s influences (he’s a fan of Cream and the drumming of Ginger Baker), and Todd said, “I’m a fan of Ginger Baker. Heck, I LIVED that time!”
He asked me what I did for a living and it always goes something like this: “Well, I started out as a journalist, but turned into a graphic designer, and now, strangely enough, I make my living in the craft industry.” And then I told him a bit about it and we closed with him telling me to invite my son down to play sometime on Todd’s beautiful Pearl drum kit, which he said looked like a Cadillac.
As I walked home, I texted Cole to tell him about the exchange and said to Cole: “You never know who lives in your neighborhood. People… they have stories for sure.”
I guess being part of this wonderful craft industry, for me, has always reminded me that people all have stories and I have been lucky enough to share many of mine in this space over the years.
I’m grateful you have stopped by to read them.