Or twist it around

In my mind, it means that, things that I might not do, or consider, if I were working consciously, can influence my thoughts or behaviour.  I can, unknowingly, do or think things to meet a sub-conscious need that would be unacceptable to my brain if I were actively thinking about it.  So my desire to separate myself from the Museum existed only in the back of my mind, but when a socially acceptable reason or excuse for the action arose, the idea immediately jumped to the fore front, even if I had never before consciously considered it.  This can be scary.

But I think I can figure out a way to work it out.  If she will agree to pay me, I will agree to immediately make a cash donation to the museum for the full amount, on the understanding that I will receive a tax receipt, for a charitable donation.

Amber and the girls came for supper last night. We were all exhausted, and sat around staring at each other until they went home.  I gather that none of them had had much sleep lately, and David and I were both tired as well.  Amber says that Darren's father's estate has been settled, and they've been able to catch up with the bills.  Darren has also bought himself a quad--something he's needed for his guiding.  Both of their vehicles have been repaired, which is a load off my mind.  We've still heard nothing about our car, and I have a sense that the longer the delay, the worse the news.

Be - Wonder why things happen?

I often wonder this but never come up with a reasonable response. So your Freudian thoughts may have some "misunderstood" meaning. It is events that happen randomly at first blush, that seem to have a much deeper impact. For example, I prayed so much for some change in my work situation and then got fired - an answer for sure! but maybe not what I was originally seeking?? Thanks for the lead on the tartan - I shall follow up as soon as I can but saved the site in my favourites for now. Must run...other distractions right now. Take care

Misunderstanding

Taught my collage course at the Crafts Museum today.  At the end the Museum rep thanking everyone for coming and then thanked me for volunteering to teach the course.  Say What!!??  I had thought we had discussed paying me $100 for the three hour class.  The rep said she would have to discuss it with the curator, and I may or may not get anything.  But in the back of my mind I find myself wondering if this might be the excuse I use to end my relationship with the group.  And I don't know where that thought has come from, as I don't think I had been consciously thinking in that direction.  Must be Freudian. Have to think about that one.

Shock and awe

Just home from the gallery show opening reception.  Way too much food, but a fair number of people.  But--tada--one of my pieces has sold.  I had noticed quite a bit of interest in it both yesterday and again this evening, and had wondered ( read hoped) it might sell during the show.  It was the collage I did with the make-up puffs, and I got a reasonable price for it.  I'll have to see if I can find a picture of it to put on the other blog.
So here I sit with a glass of wine to celebrate. ( left over peanut butter marshmallow dainties and white wine.  Blec-c-ch)  David has gone to bed, and I plan to be there asap.  Sleep well .

Be - Cookies again

I wanted to post last night but was presented with that pesky notice about "cookies" and "enabling" and did not have the time nor inclination to resolve. Now tonight, I get onto the blog without difficulty - I don't really understand it all but here I am so I guess it doesn't matter and I should just ignore those minor glitches? I just received a phone call from Aunt Evelyn -the couple I helped in North Bay - she has been calling me regularly with updates- it seems the biopsy of Uncle Walters lung mass indicates it is indeed cancer. They are not going to treat him so he will remain at home with her caring for him and gradually deteriorate. I would like to be able to help her more but will let her decide when.
We had the daughter of Mother's cousin (now deceased) come for a visit and lunch at Mothers today. She was a very pleasant person and I had an enjoyable visit. She is 68 years so she relates, and now retired. I believe she wanted to visit to keep in touch with her own Mothers relatives - we had never met her before, and Mother says she had only seen her once.
Good to hear about your art show and "catering duties "- hope it all went well for you Patty. I always really enjoy your descriptions of your activities and wonder how you ever do it all.... Kia car not withstanding? Cathy I heard on the news about herds of horses running wild on the Trans Canada out your way - Virden I think. Sad to think of them being killed by cars and trains - no explanation yet as to why they were loose.
I have been interested in pricing a Manitoba tartan skirt/kilt type skirt. I looked on internet but could not find anything (my knowledge of web searches is limited though) Would either of you have a lead for me? I wondered if The Bay sold them? Take care

Housecleaning

I've been thinking of the Swiffer Duster myself.  I hate dusting.  The tv screen gets done when the picture gets cloudy, and the keyboards--don't ask.  But lately I've been finding myself wiping down counters and the fronts of my white cupboards, and yesterday I noticed the bathroom floor (enough said).  I wonder if women are gentically geared to clean in the spring?  Certainly in pioneer times, that was when you could get your bedding and carpets outside and into the air.  When I worked, the four-day April holiday was my spring cleaning time.

Yesterday we hung the Eastern Mantiboa Artists' Co-op show at Cre8ery Gallery.  The opening reception is this evening.  I have  to pick up three large food trays from Sobey's, as well as taking napkins and plates and dainties etc.  Others are taking dainties as well, so there will be plenty of food. (I just hope there are enough people there to make the food worthwhile)  I mention this because the rental car we have is a tiny little Kia Reo.  Talk about a tin can on wheels!  David compared the motor to a sewing machine motor, but I think the motor in my machine runs smoother.  But Autopac is paying everything but the no deductable insurance, so we make do.  We'll be quite a sight ferrying all this stuff downtown.  I really hope the reception goes well.  This will be my last public official act as Chairman of the Board of Directors and I would like to go out with a bang.

Cathy, I still have your Kraft Canada magazines, and would like to be able to get  them back to you.  I can't see us getting out to Neepawa in the near future, but is there any chance you could drop by sometime when you're in the city?  I also have information sheets and entry forms for the Gwen Fox Gallery fibre art show.  The gallery will be putting it all up on their website but not doing much else.  If I sent them to you electronically, is there any way they could be passed along to the quilters group there?

Ups and Downs

Good news from one sister and scary news from the other. I sure hope Dave is okay, Pati. Winter driving is bad enough on the highways. Winnipeg streets must be awful. I did get started on my house cleaning yesterday. By noon I was thinking it must be 5pm!!! Jim worked on the Rec Room while watching curling, so I won't have to do much there. I bought myself I 360 Swiffer Duster yesterday. I used it this morning on my ceiling fans. Obviously I have never dusted my ceiling fans before! I was even able to reach the one in the entranceway by standing on the stairs and extending my arm as far as I could. Today will be the bathroom and washing floors and then sorting stuff. (Maybe... maybe not...) Even if no one else can tell I will know that I have cleaned. It may still be messy but the underneath is what was getting on my nerves. I made it out to the garden shed yesterday. The snow was up to my crotch. I would have liked to have been watching myself lunging through the drifts! I got my bedding trays and then coming back I tossed my shovel ahead, then gave the trays a push forward, and then lunged forward myself. Reached the trays and shot them forward again. And so on........ I bought potting soil, though. I had some in a big pail in the shed, but there was no way I was moving that through the snow. Flowers here I come. Jim has been having pains in his stomach the last couple of days. With everything that has been happening to him lately, I am making him phone the doctor today. Hopefully it is just because he eats potato chips and jujubes instead of real food. (You'd think his wife would feed him, wouldn't you?)