Flower Child Muses

And that is me today. I found out this afternoon that someone who was once a very good friend, roommate, lovely soul, passed away on Wednesday. It has been 5 years since I talked to her last. I don't know what happened that made her go down the path that led to her death, but I wish she had asked for help. What I do know...I do know she was a mother. A mother who loved her children. A caring person and friend, who always had your back if you needed her. She was strong...so strong in the face of shit circumstances. She was funny, totally goofy and you could never forget her voice. Even if you were far away from her, you knew that she always counted you as a friend. She never hesitated to reach out, even if it was just through the internet. When I found out, on Facebook of course, I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. Now it's sinking in, and I'm sad and the anger is starting to set in. I expected this, having gone through this before 4 years ago. This one

So I finally took a "stay-cation" last week...my first time having more than 4 days off in a row from work in over 2 years. Eek. While it was wonderful to cat-nap and laze around all day (and I was, extremely lazy...it's almost embarassing), I had all these wonderful plans to work on the shop and be creative and also lay out in our hammock in our gorgeous backyard reading Anne Rice. As it turns out, it was hot for most of the week, and I didn't want to do anything during the day time (side note...our master bedroom and my studio don't have AC or heat vented in to them, because they were added on to our house and people were lazy/cheap. In the winter, I have a space heater that works great in the studio, but in the summer...during the day...the sun beats right down through my 6 lovely windows and no amount of fan action can make it bearable for longer than 10 minutes at a time). We spent Wednesday together as a family for one last fun summer hurrah before Dono