Grandma

So . . . remember back in January or February when my 96 year old Grandma was in palliative care in the hospital?  She'd fallen, shattering her shoulder and breaking her arm and, while in the hospital, was found to be suffering from congestive heart failure, with her heart only being about 12% effective.  Or something like that.  The doctor gathered the family up there together and they had a meeting and she told them that she wasn't God, but . . . that Grandma had days or weeks as opposed to months or years.  Guess what.  Grandma got out of the hospital and went home back in March.  She's doing great, for 96.  She's walking around, taking care of herself and generally hanging out.  The doctor was right.  She wasn't God.  Grandma's still ready to go, but apparently it's not time yet.  I love having my Grandma around!

I think I like

Sherwoodshire Cottage Workshop. That way it can apply to any type of necklace or art or photography or whatever. At least for now. :o)

It's time

It's time to try to sell some jewelry. I've got photography listed. Now it's time for some necklaces. I need a FB page, though, and, again, need to come up with a name. I've always liked the French version of Grandma's workshop, l'atelier de la grande mère. Not sure if that's too uppity for this area, though. L'atelier de la GreatMother? Melodee's Art Workshop or Atelier de l'art des Melodee? April Atelier? Atelier d'April? I'll think on it.

An Open Letter to the Drunk Driver that Hit My Husband

I received permission from the writer of this letter, An Open Letter to the Drunk Driver That Hit My Husband, to repost it here. To quote her, "The more we share, the more likely we are to get people to understand the bad choice drunk driving is for all involved."

Forget 'don't drive drunk.' DON'T DRIVE TIPSY. We don't all know when we're over the legal limit, but we certainly all know when we're tipsy. When you get to that point, DON'T DRIVE.

I thought this was definitely worth sharing.