I was actually in my craft room last evening for several hours. I made a painting of a cat. It’s “ugly-cute” as my youngest grandchild once described my former dog. It’s not one of my best, but it represents an effort to get back into creating art, and books, and other types of crafting.

It’s been almost a year since I’ve actually created anything. The depression has been bad. Before The Road Trip From Hell, I was up in the craft room almost every day making junk journals, drawing, and making collages. After TRTFH, I was deeply distressed after the breakdowns of the car, the unexpected extra hotel bills and the lies about being reimbursed for the tows and the extra stays.

My sister called me last week, asking if I had a passport and if I wanted to take another trip with the two of them to Europe. I declined, citing the need for a new roof. My next trip will be to Pennsylvania for my granddaughter’s wedding. I don’t plan to travel with any of my siblings again. I might visit some of them next year if the world doesn’t end.

I’m not certain my son will be going to the wedding with me. He called yesterday after visiting his doctor and he broke his pelvis. I know he fell down stairs, but I don’t know if it was work-related or if it occurred at home. So long as he can still work and not move in with me, I’m not going to worry about him. He can only lift 10 pounds for the next 4 months which affects his work. I’m not certain how comfortable he will be sitting in the car for the trip to Pennsylvania.