This is the vase that I made in my pottery class.  I'm still waiting for the rest of the things that I made to be fired.  It turned out much better than I expected it to.  I like the colour and the leaves on it, and I was feeling pretty good until one of my classmates came in late and broke down crying.  Her brother had died in an accident on the weekend and she was a mess.  We held her, hugged her, and then another classmate and I drove her home as she was in no shape to drive.  I was feeling shaken up too by the time we got back to class, and the feeling lingered.

I talked to my middle daughter on Sunday and she is having a hard time with her MS.  She had to go off one medication because it wasn't working, but she can't start a new medication until they're sure all of the old drug is out of her system (involves bloodtests).  In between the two medications, she is so tired she can barely make it through the day and her brain fog is awful.  I wanted to reach through the phone and hug her.  Next week she is going to Palm Springs to visit her auntie for a week, so hopefully that will be a good respite for her.

And poor Miss Katie seems to be on a downward trajectory again.  She beat herself up on Sunday and then again on Monday, comple with a couple of hours of screaming and crying.  I thought we had that licked, but I was wrong.  I hate to see her in pain (emotional pain).  It breaks my heart.

My neice is getting married in November, in Canmore, and I just booked the hotel room for us.  Sadly I did not pay close attention and booked with an American company online, so the amount was in American dollars, not Canadian dollars.  Not only that, but I don't want to do business with an American company when I will be staying in an Alberta hotel.  The cancellation process was painful, involving a nice Philipino man and much bullshit, but I finally got it cancelled and booked a room with the actual hotel, in Canadian dollars.  Now I just feel like an old woman who can't manage to do things on the internet, even though I've always been like this, except now I'm old and worry I have dementia. Sigh.

I think I just need a good cry

Yesterday I talked to my brother for awhile on the phone.  He just retired last month and is having a hard time adjusting to so much free time.  We had a lovely talk.  Apparently the sister I don't talk to, asked my brother why I hate her.  I told him that I don't hate her at all, I just don't want her bible judgements in my life.  She's been rude to me since I got pregnant with me son, almost 42 years ago.  I'm noticing that when people think I'm angry, it's more often that they're angry.  Funny how that works.  

At least the sun is shining today and it's supposed to get up to 7C.  I may get out in the back yard and do some poop scooping.  Don't be jealous, I know I lead a glamorous life.  

Don't mess with a cobra chicken:)