Busy morning here at work. Busy night tonight. If everything goes according to plan, tonight I'm hosting my younger sister, Melissa, for dinner and a movie of some sort. I have a little bit of worry about it. Her mother (my ex-stepmother) and my father divorced about three years ago. It was rather acrimonious. Mainly, I can't stand her mother in an I-won't-speak-to-her-because-I'd-start-cursing kind of way, and that makes communication hard. My father and I have an awkward relationship at best, and because of the way I was raised in a split household, I never got the chance to really get to know my brother Daniel and sister Melissa in any kind of meaningful way. When I was a teenager, I had a full plate of crisis to cope with, and they were young, and I'm notorious for having no clue what to do with small children. By the time they were old enough to talk to, I was away in college. So... mostly, I have four siblings total, and no idea who two of them really are past the age of seven or so. I should have made the time to get to know them, but due to various circumstances that are not excuses (partially school, partially life, partially that I needed to spend as much time away from my parents as humanly possible), I never did make the time. I feel like a total failure as an older sister. I should have been there, and I wasn't.
So. I'm angsting. Melissa's now a full-fledged adolescent. She actually asked me if we could hang out. She's never done that before. I'm not really sure what to say or do. I know she's going through kind of a rough time right now. She doesn't like her mom's new husband, and one of her close friends recently died of a sudden seizure in the class they shared. It's clear that she's dealing as well as can be expected with depression and self-esteem issues. And... I don't know what to do other than make pizza and watch movies and awkwardly give the "I'm here if you need to talk" speech. Yeah. Angst.
Had a fulfilling and productive weekend. Socially, I had coffee with noralita after dance class, went to the tattoo museum with afoundobject, then spent some time with some friends in Virginia. There was hot tubbing in the snow, fantastic food, and all around warm fuzzies. I also fed goats animal crackers, which somehow just seems wrong.
Jewelry-wise, I made a bunch of earrings and a necklace. A bunch of the earrings are copper and brass based. Some of them are my interpretations of Loreena McKennit's song, 'Marrakesh Night Market,' and there's a necklace in the works for that one. I also made some floral earrings with beads that I bought because they reminded me of Monet paintings. Swirled raspberry and periwinkle and mint green and peach. But what I made with them reminds me of Japanese tsumami kanzashi... pretty, but very different. Already sold a pair, actually-- my roommate's boyfriend really liked 'em and bought a pair for Dixie. Regarding the design, reedrover suggested that I do hairsticks with them, but as the flowers are made of glass, they'd be too heavy to attach to a pin at the top of a stick. My idea was to get hairsticks with a horizontal hole that I could get a stiff jumpring through. Or a couple of suppliers sell hammered silver sticks with a sturdy loop at the top. Alternately, they'd make cool bookmarks. I also made a pretty necklace with gold filled chain, speckled glass, and pretty pink cut crystal. Simple and sparkly.
Still enjoying the tawdry historical soap opera that is The Tudors. My only gripe is that we had a nice quiet gay love story going on, and wham! one of 'em dies of the sweating sickness. The other promptly moves on to women. BOO. I liked my pretty gay subplot.
Otherwise? Dude, it is abysmally cold outside. 22 with a windchill of 15. I almost froze to death on my way to work this morning. Can I just fast-forward to March?
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Language of the Norse, Older Futhark! Thirty symbols, all told. And no hardier, more warrior-like tongue has ever graced the longships of the Viki or left the Celts and Saxons in such quivering fear. There's only one drawback, that being you died 800 years ago.