I’m Sitting and Waiting to Decide « Claire Montrose Presents Her Life

I’m Sitting and Waiting to Decide

I’m trying to decide whether to take out more money on my charge card; or to try to get a small home equity loan. I must decide soon. Being late on bills is costing money all the time. Might as well consolidate. But what if no income appears?

Meanwhile, I’m just stressing.

Tomorrow should give me some information about the level of interest I might be able to arouse in people. If I give classes, I need to buy solder, solder irons, glass cutters. At the very least. I have maybe 7 or 8 solder irons, so, don’t actually need more of those.

I’m worried that Jakob will feel betrayed if I sell the TV he gave me. But I can’t afford to have 3 TV’s and no money.

Finally, I must go next week to the Design Center. I was hoping to get R** to take me there. But that amount of time with a smoker and curmudgeon is just too overish.

November 21, 2009 - Posted by claire | finances/business, work | | No Comments Yet

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Hi, I am Claire Montrose, crab, artist, mother, goat-keeper. Below is a photo of me in January, 2010. My children are Seattle sceniacs Ian and Tatiana. Tats has a wonderful blog on this and told me about it. I’m 63, soon to be older. Please see my website www.clairemontrose.com. I am also on Etsy under the store name Collectibella. I was a slightly famous artist in Yucca Valley, Ca., and my cross bottles are all over the country. Now I live in downtown Port Orchard, Washington, and this is all about being closer to my kids.

I was born Karen Tanya Kraft, in Phoenix. My father’s family was in Alaska and we lived there for several years. I came to Seattle for college and graduated from U.W. in 1968, in English. I also had the name Diana Babbitt, a family name, during the 1980’s. I dropped both the names Kraft and Babbitt as I learned about unpleasant things my parents had done, and I wished to dissociate myself from them.

Among other things, my blog is my attempt to tell the story of my childhood, publicly, for the first time. It could also be said to deal with the theme of “the management of a spoiled identity”, and the emotional and spiritual repercussions from a disastrous childhood.