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  <title>Elise Matthesen</title>
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    <name>Elise Matthesen</name>
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    <title>waving hello from the month of April</title>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;How did it be April? It seems simultaneously sudden and somehow like it took a million years. Guess I'd better catch people up; sorry about being out of touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State of the Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for my insurance to be reinstated. (There's a whole saga that I'm too tired to retell right now, but rest assured that Things Are Being Followed Up On.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been eleven weeks and one day since my mother died. My father died three years ago; their funerals were three years apart on the same day. (Which I guess makes future anniversaries of that day more efficient or something, but the last day of January is likely to not be a great day for me next year and ongoing. Just saying.) My sister continues to be a hero on dealing with all sorts of things big and small connected with all this. (My mother-in-law Ruth made me promise to remember to say my sister is a hero, but I would remember anyhow. Also, I miss Ruth, who passed in February two years ago. Which adds to the grief anniversaries.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of finished pieces I need to get up in the shop. I did manage to get the &amp;quot;Autocorrect&amp;quot; series up, the ones with a duck and an ice cube, or a fork and an ice cube. There will be more. Also, I just found all these hockey player charms, and something needs to be done with those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interruption in insurance is delaying some parts of the work on recovering from agoraphobia, but other parts continue. I have plans for a stroll down the block with a neighbor soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much art I want to make. And so many people I want to talk with. (Hi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's part of the State of the Me. If you feel like sharing, what's the State of the You? And hi! Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=elisem&amp;ditemid=2026247" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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