What a week it's been...

What, you mean it's the NEXT week already?

We're almost done with it, you say?

The last week'n'half or so have been a disaster. The period of disaster officially started a day or two after I came home from the Proclaimer's concert in Seattle (Old Scottish Rockers! Yeah! Neither westrider nor I are particularly cut out for the concert scene, though).

After that...well, a very dear friend of mine has to go in for chemo. Had a flat in Grandad's car and we had to replace all the tires (almost ready to anyway). Backed into someone's car when I was being a ditzy girl, distracted and late for an appointment. Became ill. My family exploded (this happens all to frequently, but this was the worst yet - we're out of duct tape).

Here's hoping the period of disaster is over before my immediate vicinity qualifies for federal aid - after all, that'd probably make things worse.

I met with my former fiddle teacher, Anthea, today for coffee. She gave me all sorts of tips on how to be self-employed, or partially self employed, or at the very least make hobbies pay for themselves. A week or two ago I met with another fiddler (who happens to be a Financial Planner and my former boss), and got some financial things straightened out. If I can figure out health insurance and a place to live, and maybe a second job for six months to a year to provide some stability, then I think I could actually make something out of my art/music.

I know that after all the LJ silence my faithful reader deserves more than this, but I need to apply for basic health and then drive across town to paint. With my painting buddy! Everyone should have a painting buddy.


Drift away, let tomorrow have today
While your dreams take tomorrow
They won't fail
Even when you fail
Restless Soul

They drove you on
twentyfive years ago
and they'll drive you tomorrow
they won't stop
they'll drive you 'till you drop
Restless Soul

-The Proclaimers