Oh, no, where does the time go?
I’m pretty sure it was just January 15th. Very sure, in fact. So how did it get to be so late?
:::seen on a website::: Caution: Dates on calender are closer than they appear.
I’m pretty near to total freakout. No income, no money, bills still needing to be paid. (Thank God for no car payment, thanks to my brother David for the money to repair the car…thanks, D!)
I’ve not sold anything from my Etsy shop in quite some time (I’ve been posting the last of the handspun yarn in my stash) because traffic is quite slow. I’m not sure what I should be doing to increase it. I’ve done the (pricey) advertising thing, I’ve done the (time-consuming) chatting up other knitters/spinners on Ravelry, I’ve tried subliminal messages (just put your cursor on the Etsy link…don’t click…just read.) After years of moving yarn and roving, I’m not doing well. I know that the market is glutted, that there are many, many very talented hand dyers out there. Yikes.
I need a job. I’ve got to spend time over the next few days putting in the online apps for all the local jobs. (Everyone wants you apply online. Online only. Yeesh.) I’m praying.
Why is it that when you know you’ll have to be up very early the next day, it’s almost impossible to get to sleep? I got to sleep after midnight, despite being in bed before 11pm. Today started much too early. Daniel had a pediatric dentist appointment at 7:30am. We had to be out of here 45 minutes earlier to avoid the school bus traffic. Did I ever mention that I don’t do morning?
Daniel has sensory issues. He sometimes freaks about taste/texture/touch. He’s been seeing a therapist for about 6 or 7 months and she’s made tremendous progress with him. Before Christmas, Kate took him to see the dentist for a cleaning. To say that it didn’t go well would be a gross understatement. From what they could see, they supposed the worst, that there were cavities in all four molars, possibly more. The plan was to bring him back today, dope him up and take a better look, hopefully do the fillings while he was under nitrous.
It was a struggle and a challenge as he is 36 pounds of sheer muscle (yay, Gymboree! Yay playing with Daddy!) But we prevailed…5 adults to one 2 year old. And the good news is, after all that, turns out the dark spots were stains, probably caused by the iron in his vitamins, and he had no cavities whatsoever. Go Mom! (She wields the toothbrush around here.)
My sweet Nicky sent me a box of dyes (just the basics) from my dye kit in the storage unit. I have 8 dyes that I need to use to make many other colors. I’ve got some silk, some SW Merino and some 60/40 Merino/Bamboo rovings waiting for me to make them beautiful. Thank you, baby!
That’s all the news that’s fit to print. More of the Cautionary Tale tomorrow, perhaps.