The eyes say it all.mea culpa. . . .
Monday, September 22, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
regrets - one sentence
All the good I expect out of Luther's gelding evaporates in the face of the pain I see cut into him as he still lies - boneless - on his big-boy bed twenty-four hours after the event.
The clown edwardian collar is the final insult.
The clown edwardian collar is the final insult.
Friday, September 19, 2008
back again, briefly
Life's been busy.
New work.
New house.
New name.
Trying to settle into all of that.
I remember reading once that moving, changing jobs, and beginning/ending a marriage rank right up there with among the most stressful things in life. All at once? Killer.
It helps that I love my work and am really excited about the new house. It helps that the weather is getting cooler. It helps that the dog is getting older, and is giving glimpses of the the lovely-behaviored boy he promises to be - when he gets a few more months [years?] under his collar. It helps that I've figured out that my name is [formally] Dr. Maiden Name plus Married Name or - if they can't handle both names - then Dr. Maiden Name. NOT Dr. Married Name. They still call me Dr. Not-Quite-Married Name. They can't even get that right. It's close, mind you, but not right.
sigh.
Anyway, looking forward to moving into our 'castle'.
Wondering what I'd have to do to get the gardens to look like this.
I may be shutting this site down. I think it might be time to stop speaking personally - but anonymously. It's something that bothered me from the first, but it was a good outlet during a tough time for me. We'll see how my thoughts go. I'm thinking about it.
Meanwhile - this weekend is all about packing up my studio and getting ready for the movers to arrive to start packing us up on Monday. Tuesday, we should spend at my folks house - they're out of town, and our bed will be on the moving truck - and Wednesday we should move in and spend our first night at our very own house.
whew. It's been a long, long, long, LONG road. The end of a long ending and the start of a new beginning.
I can hardly wait.
New work.
New house.
New name.
Trying to settle into all of that.
I remember reading once that moving, changing jobs, and beginning/ending a marriage rank right up there with among the most stressful things in life. All at once? Killer.
It helps that I love my work and am really excited about the new house. It helps that the weather is getting cooler. It helps that the dog is getting older, and is giving glimpses of the the lovely-behaviored boy he promises to be - when he gets a few more months [years?] under his collar. It helps that I've figured out that my name is [formally] Dr. Maiden Name plus Married Name or - if they can't handle both names - then Dr. Maiden Name. NOT Dr. Married Name. They still call me Dr. Not-Quite-Married Name. They can't even get that right. It's close, mind you, but not right.
sigh.
Anyway, looking forward to moving into our 'castle'.
Wondering what I'd have to do to get the gardens to look like this.I may be shutting this site down. I think it might be time to stop speaking personally - but anonymously. It's something that bothered me from the first, but it was a good outlet during a tough time for me. We'll see how my thoughts go. I'm thinking about it.Meanwhile - this weekend is all about packing up my studio and getting ready for the movers to arrive to start packing us up on Monday. Tuesday, we should spend at my folks house - they're out of town, and our bed will be on the moving truck - and Wednesday we should move in and spend our first night at our very own house.
whew. It's been a long, long, long, LONG road. The end of a long ending and the start of a new beginning.
I can hardly wait.
Friday, September 12, 2008
lessons from Luther - self-control
Words; no pictures. Sorry. No time to find a shot to post!
I continue to be amazed at how much I have learned about growing up from my dealings with my dog. Just this morning I put him in his crate because he was completely outside of himself: leaping, barking, chewing, demanding.
How many times have I found myself effectively incarcerated - unable to move either forward or backward - because of my own inability [or unwillingness] to control myself? It's embarrassing to recognize myself in the behavior of a 6 month old dog. But hey! I'll take the lessons wherever and whenever I can find them.
I finally let him out when he settled down, and he's now happily chewing on his rawhide bone on his big-boy bed.
And if I settle down, maybe I'll get let out, too. . . .
I continue to be amazed at how much I have learned about growing up from my dealings with my dog. Just this morning I put him in his crate because he was completely outside of himself: leaping, barking, chewing, demanding.
How many times have I found myself effectively incarcerated - unable to move either forward or backward - because of my own inability [or unwillingness] to control myself? It's embarrassing to recognize myself in the behavior of a 6 month old dog. But hey! I'll take the lessons wherever and whenever I can find them.
I finally let him out when he settled down, and he's now happily chewing on his rawhide bone on his big-boy bed.
And if I settle down, maybe I'll get let out, too. . . .
Monday, September 8, 2008
magic t-shirt folding kit
oh yeah. I have GOT to make me one of these!
Complete with a little music chip that will play that song.
Complete with a little music chip that will play that song.
Friday, September 5, 2008
clarity
I have always loved this time of day, when the setting sun throws much of the world into shadow relief, and the loss of distracting detail shows up in stark, black, definite lines against the jewel of the sky.This, from Elizabeth Perry's woolgathering site, where she has posted a sketch a day for several years now. . . .
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