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Friday December 10, 2010

We get to see our girl this weekend! I miss her more and more not less and less. 

My wrist is sore from knitting and crocheting so I am learning to knit in 
a new way where I try
not to turn my wrist. I should
probably get some sort of wrist 
band to help this. 






I finished an afghan I started more than a year ago and it’s
prompted me to finish all my
other lingering projects one
by one. Slowly by slowly. 




Today I finished a scarf for my
Wild Woman of Borneo, I hope she likes it as much as I do. It’s a cross between a scarf and a blanket in a soft fluffy white yarn, how could she not love that?

She still has a raggedy old piece of a blanket she loved as a kid. It’s a tattered shred really but she
won’t get rid of it. She’s not like that about anything. She lets go pretty easily so the fact that she hangs on to this one thing, well, she does hang on to little pieces of paper too and butterfly wings…

and stones.


I guess she doesn’t let go. 

I guess I don’t either. I have
all her drawings. 

The one above was her first attempt at Chinese brush painting.

Wednesday December 1, 2010

I’m teaching myself to smock.
It’s not as easy as it looks.

Like so many things.

Wednesday December 1, 2010

I’m teaching myself to smock.
It’s not as easy as it looks.

Like so many things.

Wednesday December 1, 2010

I’m teaching myself to smock.
It’s not as easy as it looks.

Like so many things.

Monday November 29, 2010

The Dishwasher brought the Wild Woman’s blue doll house down from the attic and play has begun.
It’s sort of reminding me of the time I went to a Shrink who employed Sandplay therapy. It made me uncomfortable then but I’m liking it very much now.
I especially love the little
blue house.
It sat in our front window for many years, now it sits
in the studio looking out the back window. 
Hmmm…
Monday November 29, 2010

The Dishwasher brought the Wild Woman’s blue doll house down from the attic and play has begun.
It’s sort of reminding me of the time I went to a Shrink who employed Sandplay therapy. It made me uncomfortable then but I’m liking it very much now.
I especially love the little
blue house.
It sat in our front window for many years, now it sits
in the studio looking out the back window. 
Hmmm…
Monday November 29, 2010

The Dishwasher brought the Wild Woman’s blue doll house down from the attic and play has begun.
It’s sort of reminding me of the time I went to a Shrink who employed Sandplay therapy. It made me uncomfortable then but I’m liking it very much now.
I especially love the little
blue house.
It sat in our front window for many years, now it sits
in the studio looking out the back window. 
Hmmm…

I still have not landed back in my life. 
I am now floating in a sea of snot.
Last night I slept with my contacts on my eyeballs.
I don’t recommend it.

We have a house guest for the foreseeable future.  
It’s not a dog.

I still have not landed back in my life. 
I am now floating in a sea of snot.
Last night I slept with my contacts on my eyeballs.
I don’t recommend it.

We have a house guest for the foreseeable future.  
It’s not a dog.

I still have not landed back in my life. 
I am now floating in a sea of snot.
Last night I slept with my contacts on my eyeballs.
I don’t recommend it.

We have a house guest for the foreseeable future.  
It’s not a dog.

I am home.
Elated and grateful with a wedge of sadness. 
My heart is wrinkled with sadness over leaving my Mom alone. It’s only been a couple days so I’m  not settled in. I’ve got this floaty feeling, like there is no ground upon which to stand.


My house gleams like a jewel. 
The stove looks brand new!
The bulldog looks as though 
she’s been spoiled rotten.
Sleeping on the bed and eating bon bons.




I want nothing more than to crawl between the cloud of covers that is our bed and stare at the Dishwasher’s magnificent painting.

I am home.
Elated and grateful with a wedge of sadness. 
My heart is wrinkled with sadness over leaving my Mom alone. It’s only been a couple days so I’m  not settled in. I’ve got this floaty feeling, like there is no ground upon which to stand.


My house gleams like a jewel. 
The stove looks brand new!
The bulldog looks as though 
she’s been spoiled rotten.
Sleeping on the bed and eating bon bons.




I want nothing more than to crawl between the cloud of covers that is our bed and stare at the Dishwasher’s magnificent painting.

I am home.
Elated and grateful with a wedge of sadness. 
My heart is wrinkled with sadness over leaving my Mom alone. It’s only been a couple days so I’m  not settled in. I’ve got this floaty feeling, like there is no ground upon which to stand.


My house gleams like a jewel. 
The stove looks brand new!
The bulldog looks as though 
she’s been spoiled rotten.
Sleeping on the bed and eating bon bons.




I want nothing more than to crawl between the cloud of covers that is our bed and stare at the Dishwasher’s magnificent painting.

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Quan Yin

I am almost home.

My stomach is fluttery, I am 16 again.

These last hours we’re spending with the rest of the family,
This house filled with light and the smell of cigar smoke and
Soapy incense. The Monk sits tying his endless knots, chanting
And the salsa plays in the background. It all works. This world
Accommodates all things.

Last night they took us to an Indian/French fusion restaurant.
In this world, it all works. If you visit Deland, Fl. Go there.
Cress.

I can hardly breath I am so anxious to be home!

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Quan Yin

I am almost home.

My stomach is fluttery, I am 16 again.

These last hours we’re spending with the rest of the family,
This house filled with light and the smell of cigar smoke and
Soapy incense. The Monk sits tying his endless knots, chanting
And the salsa plays in the background. It all works. This world
Accommodates all things.

Last night they took us to an Indian/French fusion restaurant.
In this world, it all works. If you visit Deland, Fl. Go there.
Cress.

I can hardly breath I am so anxious to be home!