NOT A GOOD PLACE

I am not in a very good place right now. No real creating going on at the moment. I am worried sick about my mom, who fell last Friday, broke her hip and her hand, had surgery on her hip, and is now not doing well at all. 

My husband and I live two hours away from her. We were there on Friday, the day it all happened, and stayed until she came out of surgery. We drove home that night. My sister and brother-in-law are in the same town as Mom, and are doing a wonderful job of watching over her, and subsequently keeping me up to date on any developments, as she is still in the hospital. 

We are going to spend the next day or two with her, so that will be better for my psyche. Or will it? 

My dad died a little more than a year ago. His death was the result of complications from a fall and hip fracture, plus dementia. When we heard Friday morning that Mom had fallen, and was being transported via ambulance to the hospital, and then later, after x-rays, that her hip was broken, I felt like my nightmare was starting all over again. Luckily, she doesn't have dementia, and is in fairly good health otherwise. 

She was a devoted caregiver to my dad for the ten years he was sick, tending to his every need 24/7. She is having a difficult time trying to understand why she is still here, feeling that her mission on earth was to take care of dad. And now he's gone.

Being worried sick is not too conducive to constructive creating. I know I look to Creative Therapy in times of great stress, but this is proving to be too much for Creative Therapy alone. I am referring to Creative Therapy in which I end up with a satisfying result.

Sunday started the time of mindless "creating". 

From the Stampin' Up! CLEARANCE RACK, I had ordered the lovely Leaflets Framelits Dies, originally $27.00, but on the Clearance Rack, for $16.20. I'd had them in my possession for a few days, so Sunday, when I wasn't feelin' it, I ripped open that package, shuffled through all my scraps of Designer Series Papers in search of fall-feeling prints, and went to work. 

I even pulled up a chair to my Big Shot (because too much constant standing hurts my back), and started cranking out beautiful autumn leaves. Crank. Crank. Crank. The. Stress. Away.

Monday I continued in the same vein. Until I have enough leaves now to fill an empty backyard.

I have no idea what I am going to do with this plethora of leaves. None whatsoever. 

But it's helping with the stress. 

I think.

My leaf pile is pictured above.

I'm not sure if I'm finished.

We'll see how this all plays out.

Worried

Smiles.