Today I broke the eye of a frog. True, but an odd sentence.
Helping SCRAP www.scrapaction.org move from 3901A N. Williams to 2915 N.E. MLK Blvd, I was hauling a frog sculpture made of bubble wrap when the little red wagon attached to my big trailer jack-knifed. One of the eyes of said frog was broken, revealing it's origins: a light bulb. Repair of SCRAPpy art is another item on my to do list.
SCRAP is one of the biggest happies in my life: a reuse art and conservation center. Their new digs are well located on NE MLK where folks who might not venture into N/NE Portland are seemingly comfortable. Just a few blocks north of the Nike Outlet Store.
One last SCRAPpy thing in my life: On Tuesday I'll begin my new term of teaching SCRAPpy arts. The victims (students) are all kindergarten or first graders from James John School. I've gotten materials together and am just now deciding on an appropriate project that will use fabric scraps.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
on having a blog which doesn't get ink
It has been a number of months since I last wrote on the blog. The idea of a blog, for me, is to keep a written journal of the coming and goings of my life as well as a self-directed therapy.
When life gets big, it can be difficult to stop to write about it. So here are some notes with in no order (significance):
- Blazers are having a better season without me keeping them constantly in my thoughts
- My favorite Shannon just found out that her cancer has struck her brain and spine
- Mom is trying to be a good sport about moving into the assisted living house
- Bingo really is a good occupational therapy for me
- I don't have to go to a meeting on a Saturday morning regardless of the engaging topic
- I can still enjoy mis-texting (consort instead of compost)
- I really need a vacation. Although I am not working.
- My favorite late night conversations are with Christine (traveling across LA or CA) and Kristin (instant messaging before she goes to sleep)
Being that I have a list, I can now start fleshing out the topics.
If you are a reader of this blog, don't hesitate to remind me that I need to write.
When life gets big, it can be difficult to stop to write about it. So here are some notes with in no order (significance):
- Blazers are having a better season without me keeping them constantly in my thoughts
- My favorite Shannon just found out that her cancer has struck her brain and spine
- Mom is trying to be a good sport about moving into the assisted living house
- Bingo really is a good occupational therapy for me
- I don't have to go to a meeting on a Saturday morning regardless of the engaging topic
- I can still enjoy mis-texting (consort instead of compost)
- I really need a vacation. Although I am not working.
- My favorite late night conversations are with Christine (traveling across LA or CA) and Kristin (instant messaging before she goes to sleep)
Being that I have a list, I can now start fleshing out the topics.
If you are a reader of this blog, don't hesitate to remind me that I need to write.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Sleepy Thursday Afternoon
I keep looking at my calendar to be certain that I'm not spacing on anything. Due dates for applications, appointments for my mom - physical therapy today - and the dance classes twice a week are keeping me busy. Then there is all the stuff that doesn't make the calendar: gardening, cleaning out the extra bedroom for the visiting Tim, etc.
So today I'm sitting in my living room trying to think about nothing. Just being sleepy and enjoying it.
So today I'm sitting in my living room trying to think about nothing. Just being sleepy and enjoying it.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
The Only Things That Are Interesting About Me Are The Ones I Don't Tell Anyone
It's pretty easy to write a sort of online diary when I am fairly certain that no one looks at it. Why I have this online rather than in a notebook is the same reason I keep my calendar on Google - I can't lose it.
Things that are interesting about me that no one knows:
I can arch back and touch the floor.
I really am 49. (Some people do know this but just don't believe it.)
I've hung out with Jerry Brown. And Garrison Keillor.
And I have a card with an e-mail address laying on my clothes bureau that belongs to the man that I'm going to marry, if I ever marry, and I am incapable of slipping him a note even though he gave me his card and asked me to.
I have seven sisters and four brothers (I do reveal this from time to time).
I don't have faith in marriage but I do have great regard for my friends who make it work.
I want to be a parent but I don't want to bring a child into this world.
Whoops, now I've told someone.
Things that are interesting about me that no one knows:
I can arch back and touch the floor.
I really am 49. (Some people do know this but just don't believe it.)
I've hung out with Jerry Brown. And Garrison Keillor.
And I have a card with an e-mail address laying on my clothes bureau that belongs to the man that I'm going to marry, if I ever marry, and I am incapable of slipping him a note even though he gave me his card and asked me to.
I have seven sisters and four brothers (I do reveal this from time to time).
I don't have faith in marriage but I do have great regard for my friends who make it work.
I want to be a parent but I don't want to bring a child into this world.
Whoops, now I've told someone.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
life decisions and the to-do list that comes out of making them
No Espana.
Yes, go for a walk. Maybe to church.
Yes, go on vacation. A few days at the shore, alone. Bring a trashy novel or at least something that will totally distract.
Find a job. One that suits the "work to live" quotient.
Think about the next fifty years. If our life course is circular, I should consider that I'm at about the half-way point. I can just get more youthful from here on out.
Oh, work things out with the sister that irritates, the sweetie that you don't feel sweet towards and the woman who is grouchy when you ask for a cup of coffee.
Yes, go for a walk. Maybe to church.
Yes, go on vacation. A few days at the shore, alone. Bring a trashy novel or at least something that will totally distract.
Find a job. One that suits the "work to live" quotient.
Think about the next fifty years. If our life course is circular, I should consider that I'm at about the half-way point. I can just get more youthful from here on out.
Oh, work things out with the sister that irritates, the sweetie that you don't feel sweet towards and the woman who is grouchy when you ask for a cup of coffee.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
David
I just broke up with my boyfriend. I love him so much but he doesn't have the same intensity towards me. All fine and good for him as he is happy with the company and intellectual intimacy we have. I, however, want more. I want to be the best thing since sliced bread.
This is going to be hard, hard, hard. I'm going through a period of unemployment. Trying to right the wrongs of my life. Feel good about myself. It is hard to think about this without David. He has been, until the last six weeks or so, the best thing since sliced bread for me. But these last couple months have illustrated to me how much I would rather than be alone that be a be a "better than nothing" relationship.
Oh, the sting.
Tomorrow I am going to start the day right by heading out to the airport to have a last minute visit with Christine, the neice who knows everything. When it comes down to it, your family is your real anchor.
This is going to be hard, hard, hard. I'm going through a period of unemployment. Trying to right the wrongs of my life. Feel good about myself. It is hard to think about this without David. He has been, until the last six weeks or so, the best thing since sliced bread for me. But these last couple months have illustrated to me how much I would rather than be alone that be a be a "better than nothing" relationship.
Oh, the sting.
Tomorrow I am going to start the day right by heading out to the airport to have a last minute visit with Christine, the neice who knows everything. When it comes down to it, your family is your real anchor.
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