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My darling cats will chase anything that flies. Death to all mosquitoes, moths, lightening bugs, etc that make it into the house. However, they won't do a thing but watch spiders, which I am terrified by. I'm really not sure how to handle spiders anymore. Even if I trap them, there is no one to get rid of them later. I've loaned my vacuum to my son, so I can't get rid of the damned things that way. He's currently unavailable (I'm ashamed to admit I called him, seriously considering having him drive 15 minutes to get rid of a spider for me).

I feel like an idiot.

Packages!

Somehow when I got home this afternoon, I didn't even notice the pile of 3 packages inside my door (Faeryn obviously brought them in earlier). When I went out to the car to find something, I discovered the pile, but assumed it was eBay stuff. I puttered around for almost an hour before I sat down to open them.

What a delightful surprise!

First was a package from flabosib  with an absolutely stunning tiger-eye and celtic bead bracelet, and a stunning hair stick with a tiger-eye accent and celtic design. If you haven't seen the gorgeous things that Gaelsong makes (www.gaelsong.com), you really should go take a look! Absolutely stunningly lovely things. I feel very spoiled! The giftwrapping provided by Gaelsong is really beautiful as well. I'm so incredibly spoiled and loved.  I feel overwhelmed by the incredible gifts that keep showing up from that household, between the angels and the precious books to rebuild my library and now these gorgeous gifts. 

But the spoiling isn't over! The other two enormous boxes came from Sharon (not sure if she has an LJ) in GA, who obviously has been spending some time reading my mind. Enclosed were lots of fun skeins of yarn in all kinds of colors, including the ones I was going to purchase for a project I've promised someone. Also in the box were the afghan crochet needles that I've been thinking of purchasing so I can learn the stitch, and some gorgeous thread to crochet with as well. There is a booklet of crochet stitches, and even a basket to put the yarn in. There is a Shining Stars Frog, who is adorable, and who comes with the opportunity to name your own star. Now I just need to come up with something appropriate to Greg.

And that is just a start. There's a drawing pad and a wooden craft hoop. There are all kinds of tea and candy nips and drinking chocolate and cat lover's double bridge deck playing cards, a jar of something I can't quite identify, lindt chocolate, more yummy tea, a pyrex measuring cup, raw sugar and so much love and support filling up the nooks and crannies, that I can feel the hugs.

Today was a slightly less rough day than most of last week was. I didn't fall apart over and over, I talked about Greg without dissolving, but instead was able to smile over some memories, though they hurt. I did some browsing through Goodwill and the Salvation Army thrift stores and found some clothes for my niece (I just hope she forgives Auntie Maya for being a girlie-girl; I tried not to go too frilly). Then I came home to an empty house and tried to keep myself occupied by rearranging my bedroom yet again and trying hard to stay busy and not notice that I'm the only person in the house, as usual.  The packages, so full of love (and other wonderful things), rescued my evening.  

Thank you.

Oddity

Yesterday i was interviewed by someone from Social Security about transfer of benefits and a one-time payment that is available now. When the young woman interviewing me saw Greg's picture (not sure where, I wasn't holding together very well), she asked if he was into music because he looked familiar to her. Her husband is apparently a fiddler who is active in the folk music community, she knew what filk is though doesn't go to filk cons but rather music cons. Of course, tonight I can no longer remember her husband's name (a Jim, perhaps?) or which cons she mentioned (something like musicalia?). It was just odd/interesting to find one more person who might have known my Greg.