Thursday

The only good thing about today is that I can say tomorrow’s Friday. It started out as every other work day does….the darn alarm clock buzzing at 5:45, with me hitting the snooze button three times…and then convincing myself that I need to get out of bed and go into the office. I probably would have gotten to work faster if I walked. Why is it that I always get stuck behind some old person that won’t keep up with the rest of the people who are heading south on Route 9? Inevitably, they go slow, and yet they’re the last one through the traffic light before it turns red. What are old people doing on the road during rush hour anyway? Where is it that they’re going at that hour of the morning? I make it to my garage, turn off my car, grab my coffee and don’t cha know the top comes off and I spill coffee all over. There’s only so much coffee one can sop up with a handful of napkins. That was just the beginning of my day. I’m too tired to even talk about the rest of the day. G’night.Arrrg!

Therapy

I don’t know about any other papercrafters out there, but doing my thing with paper, scissors and glue is therapeutic for me. For instance, our family recently experienced heartbreak when my niece’s boyfriend was killed in a motorcycle accident. One of the things I did was to create cards and altered photo frames (from the dollar store), and gave them to the people who are hurting the most. Here’s a slideshow of my creations. Inside the cards I pasted pictures of the receiver and Floyd (my niece’s boyfriend).

I can only hope the receivers find some comfort, just as I did when creating them.

Mean People Suck

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I haven’t been around…been busy….busy doing nothing! Well, I have been to the beach with friends..and I’ve been doing a little “crafting”….I just haven’t been here. Thanksgiving has come and gone…sort of like a blur. This past month has been heartbreaking. My niece lost her longtime boyfriend in a motorcycle accident. Everyone has been in a state of shock to say the least. To make matters worse, his family completely turned their backs on my niece….there was no mention of her in his obituary,,,and they took painstaking measures to exclude any pictures of her or her two daughters among the hundreds of pictures at his service at the funeral parlor. He died the day before their fifth anniversary. Weeks since his death have past before anyone found out why they were so upset with her….it was because the night of the accident,,the police went to her house and asked her to identify him…and not his family. She had no control over any of what happened. She did not know his mother’s address, nor her phone number. She was in the state of shock herself. She offered to show the police where his mother lived…they declined. They told her not to call his mother if she all of a sudden remembered….that they would be the ones to make contact with her. When the police left her home, she called her own mother and myself…she was hysterical. Of course my sister and I immediately went to her. My niece wanted to go to the hospital where they brought her boyfriend…so of course I took her. That was another thing the family was upset over….that my niece went to the hospital to identify his body….and not them. I remember my niece getting a phone call from his brother..and when she told him where she was, she asked if he would be coming….he said no.

I don’t for the life of me, understand how people can be so cruel. My niece not only had to deal with the shock and loss of her boyfriend, but also of the cold, undeserving, cruel and humiliating treatment by his family. Floyd would not have been happy.