It was summer all through March, and now that it is officially spring and April, winter is back! Snow and cold and so much gloom. I have been so crazy busy. For almost a year, I have been saying "once this is done, I will have time to breathe"... "Just get through my daughters wedding, then I can breathe"...no wait, crazy Christmas season is upon us, so "Just get through the Christmas rush, then I can breathe"...no wait, everyone is still shopping, I am shipping a million packages a day. My somewhat messy house becomes a disaster area and there is never time to fix it. Now, I am in the "just let me get the taxes done", or maybe "what can I do to avoid doing the taxes?" After all, internet full of end of world during the eclipse, so I wouldn't want to waste my last days. So here I am, when I should be listing things. Sales have slowed dramatically, so a bit more time, but not enough ever.
Oh, and here in the middle of winter, in the city, and I avoid the outdoors at all costs, I have contracted Lyme disease. Broke out in a rash all up and down one arm, no other symptoms, thought I got bug bites from playing with some puppies, but no, it turned out to be the stuff of horror films. My husband found a deer tick on the shower wall one morning. We assume it landed on him when he was cutting brush. Weeks pass, I am changing bed sheets, and I find 2 deer ticks on his pillow. My rash is just horrible, but just on the one arm, then I get bites on my legs. I strip the bed, wash EVERYTHING. We take the animals and check them, they have no bugs. Grace and I take the dog and bunny out to the car and bug bomb the house, spend 4 hours driving around with the pets. Next day, I find another tick on the bed and about freak out. This is the first time I think to look up. My sheer curtains on the window behind my bed have a line of black throughout the rod pocket. I get on a ladder and find the rod pocket full of ticks. How they got there, I will never know. There are a lot of deer roaming the city, we love seeing them, they are so pretty, but apparently they brought guests. We must have brought a pregnant tick in without knowing it and she started a family in the curtain. James and I both are on the antibiotics, and I still jump every time I see a black speck any where. Just telling the story is making me itch. Hope they are gone never to return.
This may be why I turned to all white for the latest creations.
