Birthday Boy

Today was my baby brother's birthday--he's now 39!
I told him he makes me feel old.
We had plans for Mexican tonight at San Jose, but Granny came into town and we changed the restaurant destination to Ruby Tuesday. Granny calls it Red Ruby.

Nice dinner. Lots of Laughter.
My brother John asked Granny if she wanted a Martini. She politely declined, as any full-blooded true blue Southern Baptist would. But it was funny because he was casual about it.
I know.. You had to be there.

Granny wasn't hungry and had a time of picking out an item from the menu. She finally settled on a grilled chicken sandwich. We gossiped until the food arrived. Granny actually ate as she talked which usually doesn't happen. She's prone to long bouts of jabber with little nibbles between breaths. My brother and I finished our meals before she did. Sometime towards the last quarter of chicken sandwich, she turned to me and said:

"I don't know if you remember this or if you were even born, but remember when I went to Washington when your Granddaddy Newitt was there? I worked as a waitress at the diner of a five and dime store."

I didn't say anything, because she's was talking about the WWII era when Granddaddy was stationed in Washington DC. And I was doing all I could to keep a straight face. But my brother piped up in a voice that had a laugh, "Oh I'm sure she remembers, Grandma."

Granny kept talking and didn't realize how crazy that sounded. I wouldn't look at John because I knew if I did I would die of laughter. How can a Granddaughter be born before her mother???? lol ...

As we were leaving the "Red Ruby", John told Granny that he was glad she wasn't hungry or we would have been broke after dinner. (Granny was the only one to clean her plate).

It was fun--dinner. Granny's 79 and I can see that she's getting smaller and thinner. She complained that the glasses at Ruby Tuesday were too heavy. I'm thankful for every visit, even if she drives us crazy after a few days.

So... here's to my Brother...Happy Birthday

and here's too Granny... "Yes I remember..."

Cheers and I hope that next year, we can do this again.

Solemn Night

Solemn night, the sky dons a cloudy cloak of flimsy clouds.
Yet I see the stars that once lived in your eyes,
shining for the world to admire from afar.
Solemn night, music dies on zephyrs.

Death once sought sanctuary in buttercups,
wilting them under our feet as we danced
in a field of yellow and green.
I see death lurking in night so solemn.

Every wish I’ve made falls short of stars,
the dust of meteors clings to their tails;
debris from the death of love’s furious flame.
In the arms of night they hide solemn as I, solemn night.

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Clouds cover the sky tonight. Don't think I've seen the moon since July 31.

A short story...

 

 

Once when I was home for the weekend during those ECU years, I went to visit Granny (she lived in the house I do now-- retired to Holden Beach in 95). I had on one of those big shirts, a tank top under it and jeans. She hugged me and rubbed my back.

 

"Sherrie Rose! You're not wearing a bra!"

 

"I know Granny... just because my breasts are loose doesn't mean my morals are."

Lumberton's Historic Downtown

When I went for coffee earlier, I saw the men's store owner next door to us, WC Washington. He was outside his store, talking to the Mayor who had just ordered a new suit or something. Anyway, I spoke to both of them (skipped my usual peace sign greeting lol) and asked if they wanted some coffee.  They both declined. Then WC said, "Shherrrieee (he tends to draw out my name), tell the Mayor what you say about downtown?"

 

 My main grip is the churches that are moving into the old buildings instead of businesses that will help generate revenue. There are like 5 or 6 now !!!! When the first one moved in next door to me, I said it was a mistake...that we'll be battling about them at the town meetings in a few years.

 

 Mayor Pennington can be intimidating. He used to be a Professor at UNC-P when I was going there during my freshmen year. I took a deep breath, as I blushed and said:

 

"We're a ghost down during the weekday and a Holy Ghost town on Sundays."

 

Both men laughed but I am dead serious when I say it, even if it is a funny statement.

A Quote for Today

"Silent gratitude isn't much use to anyone."

- Gladys Berthe Stern -

Another Poem

Tea

The dregs of my morning tea are dried to the fine china.
If I look closely will my fortune be found in the residue?
The story of me is simple enough without a soothsayer's ramble.
As the winds of change arrive, with their tropical fury,
I do not falter as the water boils and the whims of destiny steep.
Vanity may be the drive behind this thought, but I like to think
I'm the reason the tea is so strong.


~ * ~ *~

Nothing like a good hot cup of black cherry tea.

Tropical Depression

...is moving over us now. Well, we've been getting rain and wind all day but the wind is stronger at this moment. I bet we got 2 inches of rain today or even more.

It stopped for a few mins at about 1 today. I decided to run out and get the newspaper--it was in the newspaper box without at plastic bag. I guess the carrier didn't check the weather. Wasn't too wet--mainly damp. As I put my hand in the box, the bottom of the clouds fell out and I was soaked to the bone in 5 seconds. My clothes are drying on the washing machine...well they're probably dry by now.

But today has made me very sleepy. I took a long nap from 4 to 7 and could lay my head down now at this moment and sleep up a storm.

I Dream You Nude

I Dream You Nude

I dream you nude, olive hues at midnight's first stroke.

Desire is the shimmer of pale moonlight caught in the webs of your eyelashes.

The wind rises and falls with each breath you exhale on my flesh.

Earth moves slowly, tilting on the gravity of your lips--rich with kisses.

I dream you nude, steel against the softness of clouds,

All illusions of a summer day hiding behind your eyes.

My fingers tick away time with each movement of a caress,

Supple touch gliding over your steel, a decadent sin.

Storms shatter the night, as wind whips the pussy willow at my window.

But it doesn't fall into submission, nor do I let the storm delay my dreams.

Like a ship in ebony night, fighting against the song of sirens,

I do not abandon my crusade, for to dream you is to dream in bliss.

~* ~*~*~*~*~

I took a nap today--lazy Sunday. Actually a 3 hour nap! I dreamt most of the nap--but the one that clung to my lashes was a dream ...and in that dream I was dreaming about someone nude--hard body against my soft and pliable body--molding as only lovers can. There was passion in this dream and much sin. A meeting of two like souls--ones who understand that sensuality is what makes us human, what gives us confidence and feeds us. One day... I hope it to be dreamt into reality.

A Poem..

Shadow in Light

Granite...
He is solid lines
and sharp curves...
dashes across the paper.
A light hidden in the iris of his eyes,
promoting an erotic intensity~
dark and brooding,
as if he's thinking of my nudity.
My hands tremble, as I draw him bold.

Exclusive

 I''m having a really good day so far. Joe Freeman, a Publisher/Editor of a small local magazine called from his cell phone to talk to Dad and I told him I enjoyed reading his magazine every month...he said, "Aren't you sweet? Come outside your studio and I'll take a picture of you. We'll put it in the magazine "My number 1 reader, Sherrie Parnell of TLC Photography."

 

I 'm not dressed for a photo. I've got my United We Stand T and jeans on. But he took one (he's handicapped--had polio when he was young) and we were talking about digital cameras and I said, "Did Dad tell you that I have a poetry book being published?" You would think I had pooped Diamonds! He gushed all over me, pulled out his card and said, "Forget the number 1 status...I want an exclusive on your poetry book when you get it. Here's my card." Then we spent 10 mins talking about it.

 

He asked that when I'm on Leno or Letterman to mention him. I said if his exclusive gets me a guest shot, I'll tell them his magazine inspired me to write. lol

Kindergarten

William has homework in kindergarten...nightly!

Last night I helped him or rather he helped me... 3 sheets --front and back with exercises.
The first one was of shapes... no--not circles and squares... hexagons, trapezoids and triangles.
He had to color each a certain color. Hey I can deal with that.

But...the next exercise had a big jumbled hodge-podge of shapes and asked to count how many were there. I'm standing over him, staring at it and suddenly he says, "See Aunt Sherrie...triangles." He picks up the appropriate crayon and colors them, then does the hexegon and lastly the trapezoids. I told Mom I don't remember doing these until the 2nd grade.
But he did great. We traced his name a few times and then he had to practice his number 1.

No problems...but according to his daily report card, he wouldn't do his work at school. I had a talk with him...don't know if it helps. I think that when he's extra tired he's doesn't want to co-operate. He was yawning during the tracing of his name.

I went through the daily log and he mostly has good days. I told Mom once he gets used to the routine and having to do actually school work that I think he'll have fun. But the key to it all...is keeping him challenged. Obviously hexagons aren' t much of one!

Burn Baby Burn

Mom brought me 8 CD's to burn tonight for her. All are 'Kids' Songs'--they are taking FOREVER to finish. I'm having to save each CD to my hard drive and then copy it to disk. Half of them have some of the same songs. I asked her if I couldn't skip those CDs that were similar. You would think I had asked for the moon! She gave me a MOM look and said, "Sherrie, a song can sound different sometimes."

You know, I have to agree. I was driving home after I left the grocery store (had to get milk after work) and I sure made that fab hit of the 70's "He ain't Heavy, He's my brother" sound different when I sang along with the radio. In other words, I slaughtered it.

Advice Day

(from an email I sent today)

I've had several people call today for advice. What's funny is I give bad advice!!!! I mean, they secretly want you to agree with the wrong side.

"Sure go Screw him. Don't worry about his wife. She'll never know."
"Buy the $150 dress. You can eat beans for a month."
"Tell your mother-in-law to keep her nose out of your business. Who does she think she is?"

lol.. they always say... I can't do that. hehe But they come back for more advice!

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I'm not titling this post. Nothing would be appropriate.

A neighbor...someone I've known all my life committed suicide last night.
He had bad health problems due to hard life--drinking and drugs.
There were rumors about the health issues but I'll not hash them up.
(pun not intended)

He lived in a 'trailer' on a lot beside his mother's nice roomy brick home.
His younger bachelor brother lived with his mother. I often wondered why he didn't.
Maybe the health issues ...or maybe because he was used to his independence.
He has a nice son, in his early 20's. I'm sure it is very hard on him ...and on the brother and mother too.

But that's not he point of my email...
The trailer is on the main road--very close to the highway. It looks out of place amongst the brick homes that surround it. But ever since its been put there--about a year now, when I drive by in the mornings going to work, I look to see if a funeral wreath is on the door. Strange I know but every time I would pass the trailer, I would think of death.

This morning, as I drove by I saw a Sheriff's Deputy sitting in his car in the yard. There was yellow police tape around the perimeter of the trailer.

I knew he was dead... and it didn't surprise me...nor the fact he chose suicide.

But I was wrong about the funeral wreath...its on his mother's house...not the trailer.

Monday Monday

Another week.... begins.

 

Dinner was great yesterday. Everyone had fun--even my bro-in-law wasn't a pain. The boys did great. We had a huge table in an area that was away from the main group. So when the boys finished eating, they could play away from the table without bothering others. We went to a nice Chinese restaurant--buffet. William followed me to the buffet bar and said, "Aunt Sherrie, We're in the Kitchen!"

 

After we got home, I rested a bit and watched Signs again. Had rented the DVD. A great movie!

 

Not much else to tell today. I'm in a cynical mood.

A Poem and Thoughts on Love

After all these years...

Is it so bad to want to lay with you on silver clouds lined in purple satin?
To fuck away every bad kiss, lick and touch that our bodies have suffered?
The timing seems perfect, as the years have made us both bolder…wiser.
But there is an underlying fear that we will burn out in the inferno of our first kiss.

I have spent most my life, trying to find the perfect blend of love,
Wearing it on my sleeve and watching it tugged and pulled at the seams.
I've awakened to a second coming that illuminates my reasoning.
Now I know that sometimes love isn't enough and can never be.

With the arrival of August,hot and sultry I've found you eagerly ready
To forge ahead into carnality with such intensity that Satan's frightened.
Our lips do not speak of love, but of lust deeper than the ocean's waters.
I am not afraid to face this lust that will burn me deeper than love ever has.
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I've come to a conclusion that love is not enough--never will be enough...well, in my case. When I love, I love intensely. My faith used to be that love conquered everything-- drugs, cheating hearts, alcoholics, distance and even time. But it doesn't. Mine never has. And I am okay with this thought. I've learned to live with unfulfilled love by placing it in a room in my heart. It either stays there or fades slightly--or I find a way to live with it and still carry on with my life.

Lately I've been thinking about Lust and how it can sear the skin in ways that is so different from love. Maybe because when you give into the primalness of lust, the whole intensity is different. I've decided to see if this is true. Maybe lust will bring a part of me to life that love hasn't quite managed to do.

Happy Birthday Mom

Today's Mom's birthday--she's 58! Yes she was a child bride and a child mom--all of sweet 16 and thoroughly kissed when I was born.

 

She was at the house this morning with the boys. I told Ben it was Nana's birthday. I asked him how old was she, and he held up two fingers.  I said x 24? Course he didn't understand me but Mom did... she laughed. Then reminded me that when she gets older I get older two months later.

 

Last year she was in the hospital with bloodclots in her leg on my birthday and we didn't celebrate it, so technically I'm a year behind.

 

Tomorrow, John and I are taking Mom and her John to a late lunch/early dinner at our favorite Chinese place. I think Lisa and the boys are coming too. Mom's John had a birthday Aug 14. But we saved his presents for tomorrow.

 

Mom said it was just another day...maybe so but it's her day.

Updated

I spent a few hours, fixing screwed up posts---when Blogger wouldn't let the cut and paste from Micro Word posts transfer propperly. And changing some of the font colors and styles. Deleting really boring things or deleting post with gif files that didn't show. Sorry Robert...your birthday poem is gone--if I can find the graphics, I'll post it on my website--so far no luck. But you know me.. I don't give up easily.

Chatted with The Grim Reaper tonight--he's a horror writer. We exchanged story ideas. I had to depart briefly to vaccum and told him I should write about a rabid vaccum cleaner--he laughed and suggested I write about the bag being full of spiders and it bursting open and releases spiders all over the place. Guess who didn't vaccum?

TGIF

Don't know why I'm thanking G-d its Friday when I got to be here tomorrow!

I had the strangest experience Monday which set the week on a rocky coarse. And the strange thing about it is that I tried to post the incident three times on different days and I would get a 'cannot find webpage' error sign. When I back flipped, the compose box would be empty and gray.

After work, I stopped at a small Grocery store for lettuce, Ranch dressing, pineapple bits, milk and bread...though I forgot the bread. I had procured the first two items and was on the canned fruit aisle, doing a mental debate on the differences between pineapple bits and pineapple chunks, when a lady said, "I'm following you."

Was she? I looked at her and remembered seeing her in the produce department and the condiment aisle. I smiled and stepped back for her to get some crushed pineapple.

She walked two steps and turned, "Are you Sherrie Parnell?"

I said, "Yes" and realized she was a girl who was two years younger than I in High School. Her sister and mine were best friends and she would come over with her sister sometimes and worry the shit out of me.

"Well hi Suzanne. How' s life?"

"Fine and you?"

"Great. Couldn't be better. Life is good. Nice seeing you." I dismissed her and went back to my mental debate over pineapple.

She took two steps, then turned and asked, "Did you ever get married?"

HUH? I stood staring, "No, But I was engaged a few times." Well, I was and to me that shows I can commit to long term.

Then she said the shocker that shocked me into a state of shock. (get the image?)
In the type of voice someone would say if they heard you had terminal cancer and was given two days to live, she said, "Well, don' t give up. It could happen." A well timed pause. "Eventually."

WTF??? WTF???Whatthef&ck!

I protested, "But I'm happy."

She gave me a poor pitiful you look.

Then I added, "I'm too old and set in my ways to get married now."

She tsked tsked me! And walked away.

Was I mad at her? Yes for a moment. Then I remembered all she ever wanted was a husband and a house full of children. Her big dreams were of PTA, being a soccer Mom and teaching Sunday School. She excelled in Home Ec and was a leader of the F.H.A (Future Homemakers of America). Never once did she want college or a career. So she judged me on what was important to her---marriage and family.

If I had asked her what she did for a living, her answer would have been "A stay-at Home MOM." I would have thought, what a pity. I'm a professional artist--the only one in my county who does restoration/retouching on the premises of a photography studio. So I don't blame her for thinking that my life was a waste. I think hers could be richer with education.

What angered me was the way I defended myself! I let her attitude push me into defending my chosen path. I made decisions that aren't reversible and I don't regret them. Her attitude is the kind that I've met before but mostly from 80 yr-old-women! Not from a woman who's not yet 40!

Now for the comebacks I didn't think of until days later:

"Married? Me? Hell no, I don't think I can stand settling for one dick for the rest of my life."

"Murdered? Oh, you said married..."

"No, so how many times have you been divorced?"

...yea.. that's the way it goes!

I saw a Miracle

I saw the Sun for a moment... coolios. But now he's hiding again!

Today I'm wearing a gray tee-shirt with jeans. Had to do some hand tinted oils, so I dressed casual. The Tee has "Dear Santa, I want it ALL." on the front. So...I'm working along and doing my thing when a customer comes in who has a tendency to be a smart ass. He told me that I shouldn't be wearing the shirt because its not Dec. I told him that I should...my reasoning is "If I want it all, I need to start asking for it early..." The old man grunted and left without saying anything else.

Wow... I deserve a raise for that lol

Have had a sinus headache all day. Burning sensation in my sinus cavities. I took something for it and its eased a tad. I hope this doesn't mean I'm getting an infection.
All the rain we've had hasn't helped any.

Hurricanes

We were lucky this time.. NC.. that is. Florida wasn't very lucky at all.

I think all my Florida friends are safe. And I'm thankful for that.

 

Charley landed in NC about 60 miles from me, right on top of my Grandmother who lives on the intracostal waterway of Holden Beach. Supply is the main town. She's without power now, due to winds toppling pines across the road from her. But she's safe and sound. So am I... mainly winds and rain. I had one tree limb to fall.

 

In fact, its rained all day today--more than it did yesterday! Isn't that weird...

 

I didn't do much... watched TV, took a nap and did some writing. Talked to a few friends.

Came online to write and suddenly I'm sleepy again. Must be the laziness... I'm still in my jammies!!!

 

But I'm safe...

Spice

In a corner of my garden

grows a patch of chives,

purple heads bowing low

in the morning sun.

 

Their long arms wispy

trying to tickle some

basil that grows near by.

 

Gentle and fragile

the chives look

though their fragrance

is slightly pungent.

 

They seem to be

flirting with the other herbs

adding a bit of spice

to my summer garden.

 

~~~
I have a flower pot full of chives. And there's a wild patch of basil growing close to it. The chives are hanging over the pot, stretching towards the basil as if to embrace it.

 

 

bang like a horse?????

I wonder if others are getting a spam advert for viagra in their bulk folders in yahoo mail with the subject header:  wanna bang like a horse?

 

Do horses bang?

 

Drums maybe or even guns... but not horses, they gallop and neigh

 

if I were a guy, and I saw that advert, I would think..."I'll never bang like a horse even with viagra. But... bang like a gun.... that I'll go for!" 

 

I mean isn't that the purpose of viagra... to help you have an erection so you can... shoot???

Rain

Boy, is it coming down!!!!!!! I'm surprise we've gotten this much today.

One set of customers couldn't leave because it was raining so hard for 30 mins.

Looks like Elizabeth's visit will be a rainy one. She's been emailing me and we're both excited. She's a blonde! The white sheep of the family. hehe When she visits, Ben won't be the only blonde hair shining.

 

 

Visit Due

I talked to my half-sister last night. She's coming in for a visit Sat, staying over and leaving Sunday.

Today

Boy what a day!

 

I've actually gotten a lot of work done, despite chatting with Sara for a while and emailing back and forth with Marilyn and an old friend from my college days.

 

My local bestfriend Mary called and we yakked and gossiped for a long time.

All the while I worked and worked!

 

The photo I'm restoring is an old polaroid that is peeling away. I've got 99% of it finished.

My next few projects aren't going to be as much fun, all are in horrid shape--simply horrid.  A word of advice---don't peel photos that are stuck to the glass off the glass--its possible for photographers who know what they're doing to copy the photo through the glass!!!

 

Then... an hour ago.. my half-sister Elizabeth calls!!!!! I've only met her once back in 1998. A long story that I may write one day soon. Anyway, she had received a letter from Dad that was depressing and she is trying to plan a visit for this weekend. She's in Greensboro. I'm to call her tonight and see what I can figure out. Its awkard--talking to her. She thinks we've always been around Dad but we haven't. He tends to add gloss to his role in our life when we were growing up. I know Elizabeth has issues with him...hell, we all do, but I've managed to put mine aside.  I have a feeling an interesting and emotional phone call is awaiting tonight.

Olive Hues

I seek the sun,
harsh and bright;
an orb burning my eyes,
so that the glare of love
does not blind me.

You of olive skin and guitar,
playing melodies that strike
my heart with discord,
for there is truth in your eyes
that I cannot abide.

Fantasies flit across my garden,
like butterflies over flowers
confused by the multiple choices.
Engraved on the soft petals
are the words I long to whisper.

How proud love can be!
Revealing cobwebs in my corners,
the dust of my past clinging to them!
On your olive complexion, I find
a drop of ruby and realize love put it there.

The sun is a bleeding day moon
that laughs at my attempts
to shun love from the curves
of my beating fragile heart.
Olive hues glitter on a guitar.

~*~*~

This poem came to me after reading Neruda last night.
I was very sleepy but knew if I let it slip away that I would regret it.
So I penned the poem on a receipt I found on the beside table.
The inspiration is from my past--the memories of fighting love,
even as I longed to embrace it.

A Cock I can command

...finally!

 

A friend sent me this link:  www.subservientchicken.com

 

You type in commands and the chicken does it.

 

I was soo excited.. finally a cock at my beck and call.

 

So I typed in 'masturbate', 'hump the chair'  and a few other naughty things...

he wouldn't do it.

 

There goes that dream.. dashed to the ground.. Insinerated ....

 

but he does a mean YMCA

Sleepy Girl

My brother didn't come home until after 2 am. I had just dozed off. He made so much noise, I thought the house was falling in. So I didn't go back to sleep until almost 4. I'm tired today! It will be an early night for me.

 

While waiting to fall asleep, I read some classic poetry, looking for some poems about storms. I got off track when I came across William Blake's poetry section in the book. I'm inspired to write some hopefully quality poetry.

 

That is if I can stay awake... time for some coffee.

 

 

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Naps

Wow... took a nice nap! Don't know what woke me up... I'm half expecting my brother to pop in at any time now. Maybe that's what woke me--the anticipation of his noise. hehe

 

Nothing on TV.

 

I do a weekly Tarot reading for a friend and came on to post it.

Which made me think of my reading from Thurs. I mentioned it earlier today,

so I'll post it next...once my cup of Black Cherry tea steeps.

Sunday Nooner

Still feels like morning! Maybe because its unseasonably cool out. Not that I'm complaining! Turned the AC off and have the windows open, so fresh air can get in.

 

Went through a range of emotional ups and downs last night. I did a Tarot reading for myself (something I rarely do) the other night which I should post because it is very insightful and interesting--at least to me it is. Been feeling as if I'm in limbo--as if something could happen if I remove the restrictions around me. But how easy it that to actually do!!!!???!!! Not very!

 

We all have our duties and tasks that must be done--whether we want to or not. If it were so easy to run free, I wonder if we would really want that. As we soar through the sky, higher than the clouds maybe even looking down at heaven, would we long for gilded cages?

 

Ha.. see what two cups of gormet coffee does for me--this flavor is cinnamon crumb cake. Pretty yummy with cream.

 

My brother spent the night at my cousin's house. I guess I'll go pick him up at 1 ish. Then cook a late lunch. Not sure what that will be yet--maybe spaghetti. I still haven't put the bookcase together that I picked up a few weeks ago. I dread it. Maybe I'll slip a movie in the DVD player as I work.. Yeah, that's an incentive... see Java makes me think.

 

Now that's I've been silly through most of this post, I'll send it along and get motivated.

 

 

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Dawn and Dusk

Sometimes I feel as if I live my life on the edge of shadows,

never fully basking in the sun nor lounging in the moon's dark side.

A fine line I somehow balance where part of me is dawn

and the other half of me is dusk.

 

A battle of conflicting lighting, of constant turmoil--

yet somehow I survive in this confliction of karma.

Will I ever feel the warmth of sun burning my face?

Shall I never see the ebony of a dreamless night?

 

I feel half alive, in limbo as if on a thin mist cloud

hovering over solid ground, my feet longing for contact.

How long will this stagnation last, I wonder?

For eternity? If so, how will my soul survive?

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now for a lazy Saturday night

I had planned to go out for a while but decided to practice my belly dancing. I've been lax with it this summer. Like a dummy I did a cardio vascular shimmy workout, which left me weak....after my shower, I felt even more lazy.

 

So I polished my toe nails and my fingernails this color. 

 Did some other top-secret feminine stuff. 

 

Now, I'm goofing off online, visiting sites I haven't in ages. Checking out the books at Half.com and also contemplating a hour of website updating... or maybe not.

 

I'm kinda in a writing mood. I think my art muse needs a rest. hehe

 

 

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A lazy Day??? No Way

Today is the first day that I haven't had a rush job to do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've got other orders to work on but they aren't due out till next week.

Last night I was so tired, I did some sketching in a sketch book

and had my lights out by 11:30.

 

Sometimes I get so angry with my drawing hand, because I can't draw as good as I used to.  My hand bothered me for 5 years before I saw a doctor and the only reason I did was because it had swollen almost twice its size. I couldn't bend my fingers. After seeing 3 different doctors, it was confirmed I had Carpal Tunnel Syndrome...and if operated on the prognosis wasn't all that great.. a 40-60% ration. Now if the ratio was reversed, I might would go for the surgery but.. I don't want to take a chance and lose the remaining use of my hand.

 

So what do I do... I draw a little at a time when I can. I take Advil or Alieve in the am with breakfast. Do some exercises that help relieve the pressure on the carpal tunnel nerve and thank God daily for what I can do with my hand.

 

So far, its not gotten worse --tho in the summer and winter it bothers me muchly. Today its stiff but typing is helping to loosen up the fingers.

 

Man, didn't mean to run off about CTS.

 

Saw  the Village on Thursday. A good flick. Not as good as Signs but still good. Neat twist to the film. I bet the critics are having a hard time with this one, because if they write too much about the plot it gives the story away and would ruin it. I went in blindly, only vaguely remembering what I saw of the previews during the promotional stage of the film. I'm glad I didn't know much. I couldn't figure it out... and when the twist was revealed I wondered... was I hearing it wrong???? When I realized what was happening I was like... WOW ... this guy's a Genuis!!!  I can't compare it to another film because there isn't one to compare it to.. so my normal rating scale is useless. But I do recommend it, if you like movies that are unusual.

 

 

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Missing My Moonstone

I looked for your face last night,
through the veils of heavy clouds.
How I longed to see your smile,
ever crescent and thin.
Yet darkness clung to your shadows,
never letting light through
the thick cloud blanket.
So I waited
under the magnolia tree,
humbled by a hot August night's
refusal to let lovers meet
under a small moon smile.

busy bee me

I've had a bevy of rush orders this week. Hopefully today will be a lighter day and I can catch up on some online stuff. I know I won't be able to tonight. Both nephews are spending the evening with me. After playing with them, I'll be desiring some quiet time.

 

William's first few days of school have been very good. We're kind of relieved. The teacher has two assistants who help her with the class. Every day Will brings home a folder that contained his homework, work done at school, special announcements and a daily log of what he did, how he acted and the stuff he needs to work on at home. Yes he had homework! We read a book together nightly and he does stuff like color blocks and count them, match like pictures and other simple tasks that help him with eye hand coordination. He's not too good at holding a pencil or crayon. There are a lot of things he is behind on. When he was diagnosed with Autism, the doctors told my sister that her smallest child would pass William quickly. That may be so in some things...but William hold some surprises I think.

 

I've been doing some thinking this week as I worked on the photos I had to rush through..mainly about love and how we can't let it go...when it's not ours to begin with. How sometimes we try to manipulate people into loving us...which only serves to wound our souls because no matter how much we cling to the love, if its not ours...its not ours...no matter how desperately we deem it so.  I may write about that later... right now, the perfect cup of coffee awaits.

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Elvis Has Left the Building

...I'm referring to our local Elvis Impressionist.

He works for the local Sheriff's office and does birthday parties, etc in his spare time.

I've seen him perform once and he is actually very good.

 

His younger brother, Scott and I were in the same class at school.

 

Anyway, he brought a photo that he wants retouched so that he can use it for publicity shots. He stayed forever talking about this and that and Scott and his other brothers. Right before he leaves he asks if I can have the photo ready by noon tomorrow.

 

Well, its got a load of stuff in the background that needs to be removed. Jobs like these usually take me a few days to do. But when he said, "Darlin', I got faith in you" in his Elvis voice. What's a girl to do!

 

I told him I would have them ready by 11. <sheepish grin>

Love's Potion

There is no poetry in my soul today.
Every tender thought has vanished under my fingertips
as I grip my pen to write.
Love is a glimpse of heaven some say.
But I wonder if that's true.
Every sip I drank of love's potent potion has left me thirsty,
each draught even more potent than the last.
An addiction has formed that I cannot seem to shake,
even when my cup is full.
Love is hell, I think.
Its consumption burning me while its absence leaves me in a freeze
that death cannot touch.
With each kiss I receive, I die a little.
Is there salvation for me,
from this hell that love brings with its promises and desires?

~I think I've been reading too much of Romeo Blue's poetry. hehe

Tuesday already???

What happened to Monday?
It flew by.

The weekend was fun. Both birthday parties went well.
I think the nephews enjoyed it more than we did.

Sunday while we were eating dinner with Dad, Ben put his finger on the pepper shaker and called it "Dirt." Lisa told him it wasn't dirt. I had to laugh though, no wonder he eats it sometimes--dirt that is.

William starts 'big school' tomorrow. Kindergarten. He's excited and we're all nervous. But I think the change will do him good. He's gotten bored with the daycare and his mind is so active that he needs constant challenges or he gets very bored.

Ah... the sun is smiling from around the clouds. Let's hope he stays awhile.
I'm tired of rain. But I know that August will be a wet month. It usually is.

Just got an email from a Belly Dance site that's having a costume sale. Uh oh... let me delete it.
hehe I have plenty of outfits for the moment. In a week I'll start dancing again.


opps gotta run. Elvis is here