Posted by: simvet02
on Feb 19, 2010
Today was a good day. I woke up to two large bead sales in my Etsy shop, I packed up some hand dyed fabric that I'm selling on eBay and finally got to torch for a bit. It's been so cold here in the south that I just couldn't face sitting down there in the cold. But I finally braved it today, it was 50 in the basement so I decided it was time. It's funny, I use to be able to sit there for four hours at a time but I find that I'm going to have to work up to that now that I've had some time off of the torch. Much like runners work up to the long race it takes a bit of stamina to sit there and made beads. The arms, shoulders and hands get tired really quickly and I find myself aching and the hands starting to shake, there's nothing like trying to put dots on a bead when your hands are shaking, they don't go where there suppose to.
And then I got a phone call, one of my good friends' husband is ill and has been given only six months to live. What a shock, I feel so bad for them and don't even know what to do or say. Life is so short, and fragile. We take so much or granted. I try to stop and just look up at the sky and enjoy a warm sunny day, for some there won't be many left. How sad and strange is that. And so, it's a good day and a bad day, mixed with the warmth of the sun and the reminder that it can be gone so quickly.
