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Just an artist making her way.

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We go though our day-to-day lives with very little thought to those around us.  We look at others and assume we know what they’re thinking.

This also happens online (I would know. I play World of Warcraft.) – the assumption that “Oh they’re a <insert profession here>, so they must be <generalized stereotype here>!”
I found out today that an old friend from my high school days has left the world.  I’d seen hints, but could find no information until I asked another school friend about it, one who is in the area. The rumor mill whispers “Suicide”.  I have no concrete information; I can’t find any, and it seems few have what information there is.

All the time I knew this person, he smiled, joked, made light of life itself, determined to cheer others, lift spirits, help others.  He was a Firefighter and an EMT, and at one point, checked me over after I was hit by a car at school (too minor for any kind of statement; suffered bruising that’s still on my legs, nothing more).  He once told me “don’t let the turkeys keep you down” in my yearbook.

He was a wonderful artist, though he kept to himself the outflow from mind to paper much of the time I’d been around him.
He was one of the few I knew that could remix and splice music back in 1995.  He was good with computers (or at least arguing with the technology we had to work with in the high school’s theatre), at least as far as I could see.

The last time I saw him, however, was not a happy time.  It was at the funeral of another friend – his ex-girlfriend, in fact.  The circumstances revolving around that are more complicated below the surface.
She had an asthma attack.  He was one of the responders.
The clearest memory I have of seeing him was hugging him and telling him clearly, “this wasn’t your fault”.
We promised to keep in touch.
I gave him my information.

And now… I hear this, ten years later.


An EMT, a Firefighter, a cheerful face, a joker, making light of life and focused on making others smile.
The assumption one might make of the man I knew would have been “He’s always so happy!”

What was on the inside?
What was within?
What happened in those ten years?

I always knew there was more behind the mask.  It was always in his eyes, no matter how much he smiled (genuinely, those smiles reached his eyes, have no doubt), made fun of things, and came up with jokes out of the blue.
I’d had a crush on him, years and years ago, even.  I always seemed to go for the ones who had the depth, and I wanted to know what made them tick… Looks didn’t much matter, even then, so long as the heart was good.  Not that I’m saying I haven’t had some lookers… my current is… while not “handsome”, rather attractive, with eyes like a bottomless abyss.  I have the fortunate opportunity to get behind that particular mask and see what lies within.

Others might be able to say more than I can about what lay within.
It was most certainly more than “He’s always so happy!”
Especially if the rumor mill whispers the truth.

It happened only a day ago, after all.  Information will come.
The shock, however, will stay.
I wish I had been there, I wish I had still been in touch…
Now I will never know if there was something I may have been able to do.

I have said in several places the same thing, and I have meant it in every way.
When I knew him, he was one of the few who reached out a hand, figuratively or literally, to one of the most hated people at the school.  He made me smile in the face of constant bullying.  He gave me strength with a smile, a word, a gesture.  An EMT was fitting for him, a healer in heart and soul, aiding others and lighting their mood even through his own darkness.

The world has lost a heart of gold.

I promise… I will never let the turkeys keep me down.

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A return to normalcy…

… is a deception!

Sassy is doing very well, though is not allowed out of her apartment enclosure just yet.

I do not, however, need to spend the entire night with her anymore!  I do need to be up late, but no longer need to spend the night awake to keep watch, then be up all day trying to get things Mom wants done out of the way when I really should be asleep.

I’ll tell you one thing: Sleep is Sweet.

Now that I am moving back to a more normal schedule, I can get back on target with things that had been thrown in the air.

My laundry’s a bit behind.  I haven’t cooked anything to tuck away for weekly meals.  I haven’t really CLEANED properly in almost a week.  Oh sure I’ve kept things from becoming disastrous, but I’ll feel better when I’ve scoured everything properly.  I’m fairly sure I’m an inch from losing a plant or two since I haven’t talked to or cared for them in a week.  My snails are out of control and my main aquarium is in need of…

I’m ahead of myself… I was supposed to explain The Army of Snails last post.
The aquarium got covered in algae.  Pinky, the Albino Corey Catfish we have in there, is unable to keep up… and the few snails we put in were little more than snacks for the Betta, Perry (Short for Perriwinkle, but we just call him whatever comes to mind – usually Fluffbutt or Hey Stupid).  So I got a few of the snails and put them in my spare 5-gallon, and let it get algae ridden… and they bred. A lot.  Thus, the Army was born.  Now I have enough snails for Perry to snack on AND to clean the aquarium!
And thus, The Army of Snails is explained.

… a water change and more snails added.

And the big one.. I have FOUR commissions, one of them past due to get done as quickly as I can.  Luckily one of them is just reproducing the final prototype, and I can get IT out the door.  One is in concept stage, and the other two are new.

With any luck, Mom will schedule these “emergencies” a little better so they don’t land on MY head and ONLY my head, while I have commissions due, when I’m already exhausted from the LAST chunk of emergencies…

In the meantime, I need to get back to work, since I mainly wanted to make sure this post got up on time (Thursday) at least day-wise, if not time-wise.

Here’s hoping my hands remember how to work the pliers as well as they did a month ago…

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When the Body says… “Nope!”

Writing this post on Monday night…

… After sleeping all day.


For a few weeks, as some of you may have seen on my Facebook posts, I have been on a very odd schedule.  Keeping an eye on a kitten in-and-out of heat until we can get her to the vet (which is Wednesday, the day before this post goes live) has been very taxing, since my mother wants me up doing things during the day, but reminds me to keep an eye on the cats at night.

… Wat?
That’s right, I’m supposed to be up during the day, but watch the cats all night.

Catnaps helped… but any time I took a catnap, I had to be absolutely certain that I could HEAR if a cat fight started.

… Calli (mother to Sassy, the kitten in question) has attacked her little offspring often enough that I stopped letting her out of her room.

This whole business is driving me out of my mind.  I’m up all night, but my eyes are more strained at night when I’m trying to work (though I am not a stranger to staying up all night to finish/work on projects), and when my mother gets up, she requests that I do things… which of course I do.. then I catch a couple of hours nap and resume the long night vigil (or Kitten Watch), to do it all over again.

Today, though, my body said “Enough”.  I was up all night once again, listening to and trying to soothe the kitten out of wailing, keeping Calli away from Sassy until I finally gave up and put Calli back in her room.  Monday morning was cloudy, but by 11:00 was gorgeous.  I went to take my usual cat nap until 2:00 so I could get up, photograph the stones I haven’t gotten a chance to yet (Stupid rain!), and also to do a 25% water change of the large aquarium so I can add The Army Of Snails (I’m not sure I ever explained this.. if not, I will in a later post)… and also to clean the kitchen, get some laundry done… y’know.. normal stuff.

… I woke up, with UberAwesomeBoyfriend calling my name over Skype, at 9:00 PM.  My head was killing me. My hip hurt from laying the wrong way. My leg was numb from combination ingrown-hair-gone-out-of-control aftermath (Moment of TMI – ingrown hair on my thigh turned into Boil of Doom, but has drained and is now healing) and hip hurting from laying the wrong way.

By 11, my headache started going away after I ate something, and my throat is finally starting to feel better about an hour later after several glasses of juice/water/liquids.
I am now starting to work on a soda, to see if the caffeine will help the Advil to knock the rest of the headache out.

I’m hoping that 11 hours of sleep will keep me going until Thursday at least, when we figure out just how long it will take Sassy to recover, so I can finally go back to a NORMAL schedule.

I’m a night owl, and freely admit it, but… even a night owl cannot be up all night keeping watch on cats, then be up during the day doing normal chores, as well as keep up with her sleep.

I have gotten very little jewelry work done, and it bothers me, because in the amount of time I’ve been dealing with the cats, I should have finished at least one of the commissions I have, and started on at least another two prototypes of another, plus I should have been able to finish the two windchimes I’m working on.  Then again, the windchimes went out the window (ha, no pun intended) more due to the fact that Sassy thinks they’re awesome and gets up on my workspace to bat them around.  Maybe I can finish those up while she’s recovering and too groggy to steal windchime parts/bat at the chimes/chew the hanging base…

At least I am nearly done with one of the commissions, and with luck it will be on its way to its owner within the next two weeks.
Then it is time to start concept 2 of the next commission.
And then I can begin preliminary design of the one after that.

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Ah, Facebook…

Such a pain in the rear, sometimes.

Breaking my traditional Thursday post to post today instead.

Recently, I mentioned that Facebook only wants to “serve” my posts to about 4 of my followers.  I learned recently that I could “track” when my followers are online, and when to update.  *throws hands in the air* I give up!

It appears as though most people are looking at their feed at around 9pm, Eastern Time.  It’s not that it’s a pain, since that’s just when the majority of my followers are around, but it kind of throws off my intent to post my “meaty” content around 10:30am/2:30pm.

At this point I don’t know when to post what, since I’m not sure what posts go where, and to who.

As I’d said in my post about rocks, I’m still going to post them at 2:30pm (Eastern Time) once I have the new set fully photographed.  The weather is not cooperating with me, by being cloudy when I have time to photograph, but absolutely clear and sunny when I’m NOT able to photograph.  This seems to be a recurring theme with me, sadly, and while I could use a light-box, I feel that no light beats clear sunlight, especially for such things as natural stone or sparkly crystal.

They say good things come to those who wait, but I’m impatient!