The Blog has a follower ! Que?

Natalee - You are the FIRST follower of THIS blog.  I know you found this one through the contests on my others, but you thought enough of my dribble to follow it.  What a sweetie.  Now I have to give you a prize. I have your email address so we'll talk.  I am just catching up, but I see your comments on my other blog about 9/11.

I am sorry for the loss of your friend.  The shear number of lives lost during those dark days was overwhelming and I cried from September 11th until November 15th or so.  My daughter (who was in kindergarten at the time) said one day, "Mommy are you still crying because those planes hit the buildings?" and I realized how my not getting help was affecting my family.  So I went to see my doctor, came home with some pills that made me feel much better in about 10 days.  I can't even really describe what I was feeling (anyone suffering with depression knows what I am trying to say) but I was just profoundly sad.  Not Hopeless really, but I know that's one of the feelings folks can fight.  No I have a wonderful family and career and money and every thing I needed to NOT be sad, but I was.

Anyway, lucky for me, that medication worked well and consistently.  I know folks who suffer and can't find the right combination for them.  I am one of the lucky ones.  Twice in these last 9 years I've tried to stop taking them.  But the profound sadness comes back.  It's really quite odd, because as you can see I am an outgoing, optimistic sort of person.  Normally.

OK I've bored you (and anyone else who drops by this blog) enough.  I just wanted to thank you NATALEE for following Que Life.  Do you speak spanish?  The name is a play on my name and that word.  Not a very funny one, but it tickles me.  And by now you know, if it makes me happy, I share.      Kay (que)

The winter of 2010.  Unlike many have ever seen before.  Really.  The old folks in Greer are saying never in their lifetime in Greer do they remember this much snow.  Our house doesn't do justice to the snow that was dumped on the town.  It's so big and has a lot of "drifting" space.  Our friends up the hill didn't fare quite so well.  The snow just buried them.

A sign of the times.

Yesterday afternoon my husband came into the kitchen and asked if I had given anyone permission to put a sign in our yard.  I had not of course, and couldn't figure any reason they would, given the lack of political season of any kind (not that I put signs in my yard during elections . . because I don't, usually) so I of course went right out there to see what was going on.

Wierd enough, it was one of my neighbors along with her father putting up a sign that was made by a group of grade school children as a Thank You for a donation that I had made.  It wasn't much really, the donation.  Just a bunch (a large bunch) of beads and jewelry findings that I had and they needed to make gifts for their parents for the holidays.  Most of the beads were a result of my daughter and I having been obscessed (ok, she just played with me, I was obscessed) with clay.  The kind you make and bake till hard and usable in sculptures, beads, and other things you'd do with clay.  We made so many of them it was CRAZY.

Then I made the beads in to bracelets and things until I went crazier, and then I put them all away, for what was a number of years.  Until the neighbor put out a request via email for donations of this sort if anyone had stuff.  It was the perfect opportunity to clean out a shelf that held a past obscession and make room for another. . . . AND . . AND . . AND

I get a tax write off for the cost of supplies and etc.  That is just SWEET.

I mean, the sign (hand signed by the kids) is sweet enough, but tax write offs . . well, I just love them too.

Oh yea, this week I started 2 blogs.  Who thinks I have enough to say to fill or even post to, ONE blog, let alone 2.  I know.  I know.  I don't know when enough is enough.  Maybe someday I'll learn.  Today I'm just happy someone was able to make use of my creative stuff. . .

Check out the other blog too.

The Joy of The Joy of Painting (with Bob Ross and Kay Zahn) it's likely as lively as this one :)