Yesterday, I planned to clean the studio because it looks like this:

This is my cutting/fusing table.

This is my sewing table (there is a Bernina hiding there), but I have moved on to this area because the other area has no room left!

I started making piles, but decided I needed to buy some more containers to hold my piles so I headed out to K-Mart (I wanted to celebrate Martha’s homecoming). After a trip to Trader Joe’s, Safeway and the video store, I made it home just in time to make dinner and watch a movie, surrounded by the piles.

Today is my son’s birthday. On Thursday night, we talked and made plans for him to come up today for a special mom-cooked meal. I made a chocolate cake that has 4 ingredients – lots of chocolate, butter, eggs and sugar. I planned surf and turf (his fave) salmon and tri-tip, baked potatoes and Caesar salad. At 3 pm, he still wasn’t here, so I called. He says he has no memory of making the plans to come up here. He hurt his back and was on pain meds and has been crawling around his house on all fours for 3 days. He was feeling sorry for himself because we had not checked in with him. He remembers that I called and that is about it. I know he told me that he had hurt his back, but didn’t realize he was zonked on pain meds. He had back surgery last year and he often has a problem, as a landscape designer/builder, when he over does it in the field.

Anyway, I put the cake in the freezer (after having a taste – it was delish). We cooked the salmon tonight and I will cook the tri-tip tomorrow. I’m feeling really sad that I didn’t know how inured he was because we would have driven to the city to spend time with him there. Oh, well….

Here are the postcards I made today.

This is for Mark because he is a landscape designer who is very partial to grasses.

This is for my BIL and SIL who sent me a gorgeous lily plant with lots of buds that has started blooming.

Tomorrow I am going to get this place cleaned up so that when I can get back to creating I will have a nice, neat place that I can mess up again.

I was talking to someone today about anesthesia and how I love the feeling of going under its spell. It is very seductive. Makes you realize why some can become addicted to certain substances. However, the coming to after anesthesia is not so seductive. There is the awareness that you are not the same as before you went under. There are sometimes tubes and bandages and a buzzing sound in your head. Then someone has there face in your face saying your name and you are wondering where am I and who are you. Next Wednesday I will be seduced and then have to come back to reality.

I had some pre-op stuff done on Tuesday – I got poked, wired, questioned and pronounced fit for surgery. I also saw the Breast Cancer nurse and it was a very nice conversation. She told me something that made me feel better about myself. When I realized that I had breast cancer for the third time, I wondered what I had done to perpetuate this condition in my body. She told me that she felt it was amazing that I had this disease three times and all three times, my body had fought the cancer and kept it from spreading and becoming invasive. So I am feeling a little bionic!

Thank you to all who sent me good wishes after my last post of feeling pregnant. I am a little more energetic and less nauseous. In fact yesterday I felt down right normal. Then today I was a bit queazy again, but lunch at Shogun with green tea, miso soup and some great Japanese food cured that.

Sunday is my son, Mark’s, birthday and my son-in-law, Jack’s, birthday. So I am making post cards. I finished Jack’s tonight. He is an architect so I designed him a minimalist house. The other card is for a friend who did something special for me. It is sort of a surreal dessert sunrise. I thought the fabric looked like cacti. I have two more to make, but I’m done for tonight and tomorrow I am finishing the church newsletter. On Saturday, Steve is going to be gone all day so Maggie and I are going to hang out and clean my studio and get organized for when I come to and want to create again. I have a lot of stuff to make and I want to be ready when the muse speaks to me.