And a most blessed Beltane to everyone who celebrates.
As for me, I’m plowing ahead with all of Nicola’s writing plans and grabbing time at the jewelry bench whenever I can, in between trying to keep the house tidy and trying not to worry every time I look at social media. Luckily I can have long talks with Lyndon and I always feel a bit better after that.
The ironic thing is, we could hit the lottery tomorrow and have more than enough money to keep us comfortable until death and protect our families, and I’d still be worrying about climate change, the health of trans and gay kids in the US, everyone in Ukraine, and all the other crap going on around the world. My friend Ann Mayburn posted this on her FB:
A grandmother speaking about the future; “I am terrified for my children… but I’m simultaneously wanting to experience grandchildren. I don’t know how to share that with them.’ It was simultaneous hope and fear.
I have found the word that describes my feelings on climate change. It’s a new word, invented by a pair of ladies who try to invent ways to express ourselves in this ever evolving world. They turned to Italian, combining the word nonna (grandmother) and paura (fear): nonnapaura. A word describing the fear of not for yourself, but for your grandchildren and the world they will have to survive in.
Anyone else have nonnapaura?
I know I do.
Got the dendritic quartz with moonstone cabochons set in sterling silver with a handmade bail, and even I’m surprised at how well this turned out. A friend said that it looks Art Deco-ish, and Lyndon says that it looks futuristic. I added the texture on the back plate with a very small ball burr for some visual interest (and to kinda make it look like the surface of the moon), and with the offset jump ring and bail it hangs straight on a chain.
In the garage on the bench, mainly. I have this pretty little triangular cab of dendritic quartz that looks like a moonrise over the limb of a planet, so I’m going to set it in sterling with three 5mm moonstone cabs along the lowest side. I think it’s going to be really cool and kind of mid-century astro-futuristic, if that’s a thing, when it’s done.
I bet you thought our cable saga was over? Oh, no—there’s more.
It never ceases to amuse me that Eric Bana, Scarlet Johansson, Natalie Portman, Benedict Cumberbatch, and Andrew Garfield from The Other Boleyn Girl went on to play The Hulk, Black Widow, Jane Foster/The Mighty Thor, Doctor Strange, and Spiderman in the MCU. I am nothing if not a font of meta knowledge.
The nice thing about knowing that I have weather migraines is that what helps regular migraines—caffeine, sugar, and aspirin—also helps weather migraines.
In any case the clouds are most definitely building to the west and south so this migraine was spot on when it came to predicting bad weather. But it’s still sunny at the moment and the local rabbit families are making the best of things and scampering around on the front lawns playing tag (or maybe trying to make baby bunnies, who knows). While all of this is going on Jemma and Jasmine are absolutely fascinated and are watching from the front window. Those two are the hunters in the J Crew so it’s not surprising that they’re keeping an eye on “meat on the hoof” and making the occasional hunting chitter. I keep having to explain that there are even larger predators out there, including falcons that could carry Jasmine off, and they’re safer staying inside and eating canned food, but I don’t think they believe me.
I have no idea why but I woke up anxious AF this morning, spent the day stumbling around the house like a zombie, then plumped for Braum’s for dinner because I couldn’t bring myself to cook.
As part of Operation Finish All The Projects in 2023, I have been tackling the craft room over the last few weeks and working on cleaning/organizing it to the best of my ability. The original plan was that Lyndon and I would use it for our respective crafts, but over the years it has turned into a store room for various computer bits and pieces and a place where he would work on his vintage computers. There are so many computer cases, monitors, keyboards, boxes of circuit boards, et al piled in there that I couldn’t get to my dollhouse table or my storage shelving units.
J.J. has been gone for a month. Which isn’t strictly true—March 22 was a Wednesday, which meant that the four week anniversary was on April 19. But none of that really matters.
Melanie Fletcher 