More Seashells

This is for a framed piece I'm working on. I found some great square frames that hang from a ribbon at Michael's the other day. I also found some great 3" square frames for which I was working on those pieces I posted yesterday.

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Vaguebooking is an Urban Dictionary word for posting an intentionally vague Facebook status update, that prompts friends to ask what's going on. What I'm about to say is not that. I really just don't want to rehash how horrible yesterday was. It started out being a cluster of bad decisions on my part and ended with becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy because I was hyper aware of other stuff piling on.

Here are two lowlights:

I ran out of gas in Steve's car and had to call AAA to bring me some. Who does that?? I'm 53 years old, not 16! Idiot! (There were extenuating circumstances, but ultimately - I'm an idiot.)

I got teary at the pharmacy counter in Wegmans because I'm so tired of dealing (for weeks now) with my new high deductible health insurance and my expensive Effexor (I could write a volume). I got teary because I was finally waited on by a highly skilled, effective, customer-service oriented, my-new-best-friend employee who fixed everything. I even wrote her name down so I can send her a thank you note and write to her boss about her. That good.

Here are two highlights:

My Prius is back in my life. Simon's been driving it for the past, I don't know, two months, because his car has multiple things wrong with it and he didn't have the money to fix it. This is actually a lowlight within a highlight because he didn't quite have all the money so I did loan him the rest, something I swore I wouldn't do, but I'm sick of the inconvenience of having to carpool with Steve. I need my independence and my Pretty Red Prius.

I received notification that I was accepted to the Riesling Festival in Canandaigua, in August. I participated last year so it wasn't exactly a surprise to be accepted again, but I'm happy and grateful to have received my first confirmation of the year for a multi-day festival.

Thank goodness today is a new day. I got the best night's sleep last night. So did Reggi, or Sneezy McBeagle as we like to call her. She's had a cold which was first a cough then turned into a head cold, poor girl. She's on the mend now though.