Is it called work-related stress when you haven't got any work?

I've found myself faced with this question on and off over the last few weeks and still haven't got a clear answer. Who does?  Come on, anyone?

On the upside:  I've finally started my zither project, and recently finished my embroidery project (I mentioned it in the next to last post).  Once it's been given to its new owner, I'll ask her permission and try and post a pic.  I've advertised my embroidery in a bid to make a spare cent and have had a bite from my Tarotmama friend.  I'm not going to be giving any names, she knows who she is  :)

I can't wait to see what my zither will look like.  I'm basing the overall design on a Chinese guzheng:

Besides the issue of the bridges (which my musical boyfriend says are easy enough to make? sort out?), I've been having some trouble with a workable sound box.  Regardless of whether or not this is going to be a concert instrument, I'd like it to at least be recognisable as something musical.

Huh, light bulb:  who's going to teach me how to play the thing...?  Hey, nothing like trial and error, I suppose.

If anyone happens to have a few thousand to spare, I wouldn't mind a real guzheng (hint, hint).

Peace out for now!

Today I babysat a college.

No, nothing weird.  I actually just watched the front office while Placecol rented the Beauty room at Face to Face.  Since the college is closed for business today and tomorrow, Jacob and Yolandi have no reason to go in, except for the Placecol thing.  However, Yolandi needs rest, and Jacob actually has things to do, whereas I, sitting at home cleaning house all day long, don't.

So I'm babysitting the college for two days  :)

I've come to realise over the past week or two that the heart and human emotion are incredibly fickle things.  Trying to make sense of them is an exercise in futility, and in any case, emotions making sense would make this life a rather boring existence, would you say?

The card combination for today:

I actually haven't got one...  It turns out, with moving my room around for the new bunk bed, I don't really have my cards within easy reach right now, and since I'm typing this from said new bed...

Well, you get the idea.

'Night, world!!

Going to the loo as a guy in winter has some serious drawbacks. SERIOUS drawbacks

It all has to do with cold hands and the necessity of touch.  Nuff said.

Now, that being said, I really haven't had a particularly remarkable week.  I finally came home on Monday afternoon after a week at Julian's and seriously can't say anything's actually happened between then and now.

On the upside, I'm redoing my learner's licences tomorrow (yes, both:  car and motorbike) so that I can do the whole driver's thing PROPERLY this time around.  Stress and leaving things until the last minute have always been my bane, but in my defence, I sometimes do my best when I'm pushed and / or rushed.  Sometimes.

On the art side, I've started an embroidery project.  I daresay it's the most ambitious one I've attempted thus far (and that isn't saying all that much).  I've been doing embroidery on and off  since I started high school, but have only really done one or two projects in their entirety.  Hopefully I can get myself to finish this one to my very exact specifications.  I've never been one to plod forward when I get stuck, so now I'm trying to teach myself to do just that.  I can't just drop things when they get too difficult, and that's what I've been doing, either directly or indirectly, for WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY too long.

OK, so the card combination today has very little to do with tarot (except for associations).  The cards are:

23:  The Mice  and  (tarot association:  7 of Swords)
33:  The Broken Mirror  (tarot association:  Key 13:  Death)

These two cards are just so apt right at this very moment.  They speak about being honest and being prepared for the end of a cycle (or something such).  Huh.  If you could see my thoughts now...

P.S.:  Amazing lack of Gypsy card images out there...

A whole week later...

... and I haven't managed to get my classes off the ground yet.  A friend suggested that I've grown almost bored with the way things are going now and don't value myself enough to make the Universe take note (that's my interpretation of the message, in any case).

So, starting tomorrow:

1.  Get my class programme completed;
2.  Get my private student sorted out so that we can start her journey into tarot (or at least get her into the boat)
3.  Clean my room
4.  Advertise.

I want to giggle sometimes at how life turns out with the choices we make; what we keep and leave behind; hold onto or give up...

Tarot pair for this blog:

Page of Pentacles and Key Three:  The Empress:  A typical artistic view of things, all flighty and whimsical, but filled with love, both lost and gained

 Memories of the past haunt me tonight.