We’ve been and will be under heat advisory for today and tomorrow. I’m tired of summer already, yes two whole days later :p
Today my final rag bracelet fell off. Last year I posted a link to this tutorial to making a summer rag bracelet and I’ve been wearing some ever since. I started with solid black, solid gray, and black & white striped bracelets and they went great with my black jelly bracelets that I always wear. Slowly though, they’ve been ripping and unraveling, until today the final one basically disintegrated in one spot and fell off. Funny enough, it wasn’t at the knot. Well, summer is here again and it’s time to make some new ones! We should all make wishes when we put them on and when they fall off our wish will come true.
Also, with heat indexes in the hundreds, it might just be time to bake some cookies in your car :)
-Hello everyone who is Stumbling Upon me, I’m not exactly sure the reason for the recent influx of visits to my site, but I welcome them, and you, to my humble blog with open arms.
-Above, another Page A Day scan. You can see all the pages I have scanned so far here on my flickr.
-Today I broke my bike pedal off while riding my bike home from work, boo. That’s what you get when you ride an almost decade old huffy that has been stolen once, seat stolen a different time, and bike pedal broken off once before.
-Yesterday I realized that if you replace the o in my name with an i, my name sounds like ribbon. I’m not particularly a huge fan of ribbons, but this is the kind of thing I think about. It also occurred to me that as much as I loathe when parents name their child a nickname (Sam vs. Samuel, etc.) my name is Robyn, which is supposedly derived from Robert, which means Robin was probably a nickname for Robert at one point. My name is a nickname.
-Re: the last post: I’m not skilled at placing zippers, so I think I’ll ask my mom for a tutorial. I got it in, but it’s pretty funky.
-My sister sent me a link to this article in the Chicago Tribune. Apparently Paul McCartney was in Joliet, where my dad is from, just an hours drive away from where I live now. Paul went to some Route 66 museum and the article quoted some guy my dad went to high school with. My Dad = 2 degrees of separation from Sir Paul McCartney.
-I’m starting to have this new ritual for working in my studio. I pop on this pandora station , open the window and get to work while singing away. I’m not sure if by following that link you will get the same station as I listen to, with all my thumbs up and thumbs down, but it’s still worth listening to.
I’ve fallen way behind on my Page A Days, but I haven’t given up. I realized this morning that I have time to do a page ever morning before I go to work. It takes a bit of time for me to switch from left to right brain thinking so we will see how it goes. The problem could be that once I get to right brained thinking I don’t want to stop creating.
The top right page which repeats the word “say” over and over was inspired by my friend Nikki, whom you might remember was diagnosed with cancer last summer. She is only 26. Well, as it turns out the cancer has returned and she is approaching treatment of high intensity chemo, where they basically take a person near death, killing almost everything and all immunity in the body. They first harvest white blood cells so that once the chemo is over they can re-inject it to protect her and grow more. Then she will go through it all over again, two times in a row. No one will be allowed to visit her unless they are completely scrubbed in and wearing full cover to protect her. With no immunity she could easily become susceptible to any virus or bacteria. The Dr.s have given a grim prognosis that the cancer will most likely return even after this, but we are all keeping our spirits high and more importantly, so is she. After informing us about the high intensity chemo, she confided that she wasn’t sure if she should tell people about this. I told her that I appreciated her sharing. I feel it is important to let people know, and not carry the weight all alone. I remember hearing about an acquaintance’s parent who was dying of cancer and decided to not tell anyone. I just think how horrible that people that knew her were not able to say goodbye, and she and her family must have felt incredibly isolated in their pain because they couldn’t talk to others about it. I believe communication is almost always a good thing. After talking with Nikki that day, the John Mayer song Say came on the radio:
“You better know that in the end, It’s better to say too much, than never to say what you need to say again. Say what you need to say.”
After that I was very happy to see that she shared the info on her Caring Bridges page. Please feel free to visit her site. And please, if you could, keep her in your thoughts and prayers. She will need it now more than ever.
