23 | March | 2015 | Spokalulu

I am woefully behind in my scrapbooking ventures.
On Friday morning, I was slammed by sinus pain and congestion that arrived on the heels of a night marked by little sleep. My husband is still recovering from his own bout with what appears to be a virus, yet he managed to share his germs with me, inconsiderate of my plans to go away for the weekend. He strongly suggested that I stay home instead.
On Friday afternoon, the friends who had driven down from Canada to meet me halfway between their homes and mine at our mutual destination discovered my plight and offered to drive further to pick me up if I was unable to drive. At such generosity I could only think that If they were foolish enough to care not for their own health, why should I be miserable at home when I could be surrounded by friends and sleep in the Canuck Party Trailer?
So I packed my supplies — cold medicine and Kleenex included — and drove north to the scrapbooking retreat, minus my actual scrapbooking materials. This was not an oversight.
Scrapbooking retreats are not just for scrapbooking. While my friends cropped, I finished up 2 fleece blankets and made earrings (I don’t know how many — I stopped counting.) Some of the earrings were set aside for the upcoming farmer’s market season, some were given as gifts, and some were sold then and there.
Made-to-order earrings created on-site is a good way to save on time, packaging and shipping.
I managed 8 hours of sleep each night of the retreat — a first among all such ventures.
Taking “shots” of Guaifenesin every 4 hours helps chase down the Sudafed and Tylenol but did not entirely solve all ills. My hoarse voice did not gain relief from such common assistance. Prophylactic Fireball may have helped save the weekend thusly.
This is an ingenious invention:
https://www.etsy.com/listing/184646893/personalized-flask-in-a-book-finding
Composing a blog post while watching the Laurence Olivier version of “Hamlet” can be credited for the strange writing here.