Tuesday, Getting things done.

     I had a good sewing day yesterday, finally, then on to the studio for 4 hours.   Trying to keep my ballet Mistress calm is no easy task.  At least she is not living with me like she was through the last show.  It is  hard to be young and an artist.  You think every little thing reflects on you and it really does not.  No amount of convincing will make them feel better.  It is only age and wisdom that does this.

     I started to pull costumes for my dancers and hope to have that done tonight.  It looks Like I have to do a total remake of one and I have no idea what else.

     I am taking mom to the airport this morning and she will fly out for a little over 2 weeks.  I will miss her, but with so much to do it will be nice not to have to worry about her.  She does take up a great deal of my time, Lord love her.  When she returns I will be into the throws of the show.  I think she comes back on the day of major dress rehearsal.  If everything is not done by them it it my fault.

     I ordered a new replacement title for her car yesterday so I can get it licensed while she is gone.  I also have an appointment to take it into a shop to get e few odd things fixed. ( like the mirror Hub's broke:)  I think mom has driven her car to church here twice.  That is it.  The church is just a few blocks from our house.  Her driving days are coming to an end.  I am putting my name on the title to her car just in case something happens.  It will be easier to liquidate.  I think she is going to be around for a few more years however, and I am happy about that.

     Our oldest cat is 17 and she is so thin, blind in one eye and very arthritic.  She reminds me of myself except the thin part.  I am worried about her making it through the winter.  She is having trouble jumping and moving some days.  She eats a great deal and puts on no weight which indicates that her thyroid is dead.  I hate to see her suffer so I think a tough decision has to be made.  She gets sick quite a bit, but she still brings us critters.  In her younger years the neighbors called her the huntress. I would just feel terrible if she suffered a death outside because she could not get away from a larger animal, or became too cold if she could not get inside.  I can't force her to stay in as she has always been an outdoor cat. I will be thinking on this.  Just watching her get down and up off her favorite chair is painful.

     I was talking to mom about it and we decided that she and the cat are a lot alike, only mom does not catch mice with her teeth.

Well I need to get to work.

Have a great and productive day!

Kim