Dylan.Blog Writing and musings by Dylan Reed

Week Seven

Week Six - Dylan looking insane at the end of a panoramic of Wellington NZ

So…this happened.

Other than that it has been a good week. Well…a stressful week. I have been dealing with things in my own way.

I just finished The Name of the Wind. It is just as good as everyone told me it would be. It was a good book to have while dealing with feelings, since it allowed me to escape into the world of Kvothe.

Recently I decided that I should learn to play an instrument. A stringed instrument to be exact. Many moons ago I wanted to learn how to play the Banjo. But I never bit the bullet and bought a banjo and started to learn.

I think it had a lot to do with not wanting to spend money on something that my ADHD brain might give up on before getting started. So that was added onto the pile of things I wanted to learn but haven’t taken the time to learn.

As I was driving around on Saturday I remembered that my mom had a Ukulele. That would be perfect. Sure it isn’t a mandolin or banjo, but it is an instrument you strum with strings. This makes it a perfect place for me to get my feet wet without having to spend a lot of money.

I have started practicing and learning chords. I am not 100% on the process of learning a musical instrument or how playing the piano\tuba years ago will hope, so it is a wait and see how it goes.

Also this happened.

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The Bow Tie Project Week Three

Grey, Derby, Moustache Bow Tie

This is a tie for a gentlemen. Or at least someone who fancy’s themselves a gentlemen. Moustaches and derbys galore. I wish that this fabric didn’t have a pattern on it because it is such a nice grey color.

This is a round point tie. I didn’t have my rounding game very well figured out, so the edges are less perfect. But I am learning. One thing I need to figure out is how to work with patterns so that they are right side up on all sides.

I noticed while sewing this one that my machine is running a little rougher, so it might be time to do some sewing machine maintenance. Hopefully it is nothing major.

BOW TIE FACT:

A collector of neck ties is known as a grabatologists.

How can you help?

Do you also love bow ties? No one needs 52 bow ties, so I was thinking I could share the making of them with others. If you want a bow tie, you just need to buy the fabric, pay for shipping, and I will add you to the list. Shoot me an email so we can set it up. I will need to know what size your neck is.

Since I also want to gain some bow ties from this experience I will be only opening up twenty-six of the fifty-two ties for people. So get in now or miss out. Fill out the form

Wish me luck and check back every week for the newest bowtie.

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Six Gun Tarot

Partials cover

Synopsis

Six-Gun Tarot is the first book in the twisted weird west world of the Golgotha series by R.S. Belcher. Nevada, 1869: Beyond the pitiless 40-Mile Desert lies Golgotha, a cattle town that hides more than its share of unnatural secrets. The sheriff bears the mark of the noose around his neck; some say he is a dead man whose time has not yet come. His half-human deputy is kin to coyotes. The mayor guards a hoard of mythical treasures. A banker’s wife belongs to a secret order of assassins. And a shady saloon owner, whose fingers are in everyone’s business, may know more about the town’s true origins than he’s letting on.

Review

I wrote a space western for NaNoWriMo in 2016 and I wish I would have read this book first. While not a space western this book hits all of the awesome western tropes without being heavy handed.

There was a lot more to this book than I picked up on initially and it has turned into one of my favorite books. The way Belcher handles the shifts in perspective is fantastic. He also gives you just enough information so that you think you know what is going on before he pulls the rug out from under you.

This book was recommended to me by a friend and I would like to recommend that everyone add it to their reading lists.

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Week Six

Week Six - Dylan looking insane at the end of a panoramic of Wellington NZ

A week since dad made it home and things are going. I am not sure how they are going, but they are at least going. My mom is going through a lot of the same things I went through when Sarah was sick and it kills me a little bit.

When Sarah was sick, I focused all my energy on making her better. I didn’t reach out for help very much and I didn’t know who to ask for help.

That is the tricky part of dealing with an illness, figuring out what you need help with and asking for it. For some stupid reason we are taught to go on our own through everything. There is a lot of talk about helping your fellow man, but when it comes down to it most people choose to not ask for help.

Serious illness is like a web. At the center is the person who is sick, they send out vibrations to the rest of the people on the web. Closest to the center is the primary caregiver. This is the person who is doing everything in their power to make life easy and good for the person in the center.

The next tier is immediate family. They are spread at different intervals from he center. Some are close and able to provide direct help, while others are a phone call away. This group of people is in a hard position, trying to support the center person and the primary care giver.

After that is the rest of the village. Friends, family, home health workers, doctors, etc. They provide support and help make things easier. But here is the trick: Serious illness is never easy.

Serious illness is a right bastard tat takes away something and give only pain in return. It takes a special group of people to get through it unscathed and that only works if everyone has the same goal.

Working where I do, I am usually in the last tier group. I help people connect their family member with the care they need that we provide. I have also been in the primary caregiver tier and can say that it is the hardest thing I have ever had to do.

If someone you know is going through a tough illness, help them out. It can be something as simple as a phone call or email. You could bring food by and chat for a second. Or send flowers. Let the person know that you care.

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