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Yesterday John got walloped from behind by a Ford Ranger. When you're driving a Tercel (think small), getting hit by such an animal is a bit of a jolt to the system. John was feeling okay yesterday, but is now becoming progressively more sore. Our car couldn't get much sorer:


To make matter even more fun, they're claiming it'll take $6000 to repair the car. The car has a value of about $3500, give or take. The loan still outstanding on the car is for more than the valuation (but less than the damage).

Thus far, the fault seems to be all with the other side (unless they lie). The basic situation was that John was driving along the highway and drove into a snowdrift that was uncleared and in the middle of the lane. He didn't skid or spin, just stopped. The guy behind him hit him less than three seconds later and actually spun the car out into the other lane. The fellow driving didn't own the vehicle (it was his brother's). They exchanged info and John limped the car home, as it was drivable (gingerly).

So John has spent the morning running around getting cars appraised, loaners in place, statements made to police, adjusters contacted and doctors seen. None of this is actually helpful to a guy whose back and shoulders have just taken a helluva whack. Meanwhile I've been sitting here trying to figure out how the heck all this will play out. The money and John's health are my chief worries. I've been going through the motions of working, just to give my mind something to do, but it's not really having much effect.

I can't do the statements, doctor or even insurance stuff because I'm not John and they need to deal with him. I can't even go with him because our carseat was in the car during impact and, even if there's no kid in the seat, a carseat that has been in a car during an accident has to be replaced. So he's out there dealing with stuff and I'm sitting here, worrying. 

"Rattled" is a good word.

One of the worst parts of being an artist is having to mentally shut stuff like this out so that you can work. At least in jobs where someone else dictates your schedule, you can go through the motions without thinking too much. I have to make up the motions as I go.

I just hope his shoulders and neck are okay in short order.

Must go paint some fabric. That's pleasant enough and physically preoccupying enough (you kinda have to finish it once you start) to occupy me until next I hear from him.


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Lately, while I’ve been getting ready for the workshops, things have been falling through the cracks around here. Yesterday morning I got up, had my coffee and determined that there actually were no cracks left into which things might fall. Since plugged philosophical cracks don’t tend to cut home heating costs but do tend to cause escalating chaos and general household stress, I decided to play catch-up yesterday.

Managed to get a handle on the laundry, although that’s a never-ending thing. Mopped floors, cleaned the upstairs bathroom, with help from Katherine, we tidied her room, got groceries, did two training sessions with Moss, cleaned, sorted, dried and tidied my equipment from the painting workshop. Made a dent in some of the tidying to be done around this place. It gets undone again pretty quickly, but I did make a start.

The next big job to be done in this house is a basement tidy. I have a feeling that once we get the basement shaken down, we’ll have a place for certain things. Like travel coolers, for instance, which don’t really belong in the bedroom.

So that’s the next big project, although I don’t exactly know when it will happen. Things around here have been pretty chaotic lately. We (or at least one of the “we”) have been out every night for as long as I can remember. Today is Tuesday and I don’t *think* we’re scheduled to be anywhere tonight, although that may change. John had to be at work by 7:30 this morning, so Katherine woke up and was wondering where he was. Poor kid. I was gone Saturday and Sunday mornings before she woke and John was gone today. It’d be nice to all be in the same house for two out of three meals together.

My own next job is to get stock ready for the Craft Fair, which is November 17, 18, 19 and 20. I basically have three weeks. Not only do I need to have enough stock, but I need to make sure that I have the booth design completely developed, implemented and given a trial run. I’m actually not too worried about it, truth to tell, as I have over half of my Craft Fair stock made, with more roughed out. I also have the plans and materials for the booth and have a fair idea of how it’ll go together. So I’ll spend another three weeks of consistent work during weekdays on stock manufactur and then leave the weekends for booth development, when John’s around to lend a hand.

It’ll come together. Just have to get the piece for Comfort and Joy finished up in and around things.

It’s a good thing I thrive on stress….

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It’s actually harder than it looks, especially if you don’t settle for the heel-kicking action. A good, solid instep kick in the behind is truly impossible to achieve for yourself, which is why most of us need a catalyst (really desperate cases need a catapult, but I’m not quite there yet).

Last week Sharon LeRiche from the Craft Council called and asked me if I was submitting an ornament for the Christmas fundraiser. I had been mulling around an idea for a new product anyway which might just fit the bill and told her so. I said I’d probably have something in the next week or so.

Life intervened. Melba the geriatric greyhound, had a rough week, I’ve been trying to get stuff made for the shop so that I don’t have to worry come November, the ideas from my last meeting with Laurie D. regarding our show are starting to bear fruit, John and I spent time planning and putting up the clothesline, and John had trial prep to do which necessitated long days of All Katherine, All the Time for me. Poor kid. So a week passed and the ornament went clean out of my head.

We dropped by my folks yesterday and Mom reminded me of the ornament. That I was supposed to have done. For last Friday. Shit.

Spent today panicking and trying to get some headway made on it. Life still wouldn’t go away. Dealt with a crapload of urgent Kids in Safe Seats stuff. Had a napless kid (arg). Remembered that Stephanie Porter is supposed to be calling me today or tomorrow to do an interview for The Independant THIS WEEK, meaning I need to have the house and some promo material ready for her. It’s going to be a busy night.

On the plus side, I finally found the template for the violin cover I was supposed to have made in April. I should be able to knock that into shape this evening during a break from designing.

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