September 20. 2026 Sunday

Greetings!  

Got my Blogger Reader back Thursday night.  Friday I got an email from Blogger all about how they were going to cancel 14 specific videos from my 20 year old blog.  Included a long complicated instruction list of how to save them and repost them?  Did anyone else get such a crazy email from Blogger?  I was all happy to get my Reader list back and then (if it is not spam) was very sad to think Blogger is going to start to trim the years of postings!  :(

On Friday I had my virtual appointment with my R-Dr.  (I am tired of writing out rheumatologist--lol!)  After I have had my eye surgery she wants me to try a weekly shot.  As she listed the side effects...let's just say it sounded potentially awful.  She said there's an oral med but she thought I might have better luck with the shot.  Maybe my body won't overreact to a shot the way it has to the oral meds?  But I didn't want to make that decision right now when I am still trying to just get healthy enough to have eye surgery.  She said it could take a month or so to get insurance approval, but I want to think about it and let Dagan and Leah read all the information about the shot and the next level of oral medication.  R-Dr sent longer descriptions of each that we could all read.  

I have been dealing with side effects and being sick for so many months that I just can't deal with deciding to try something new right now.  I told her if I am finally feeling better and get this eye surgery behind me I may feel very differently.  But I did tell her I might not want to deal with anything new at all.  I'm exhausted.  She said that I had to be made aware that I could get the inflammation in my other eye and end up blind...and repeated that to me twice.  I do know that.  I've always known that this whole last year.  But then I've had it in the one eye since before Christmas last year and my good eye is still good.  I think the odds are fair that it won't move into that good eye.  But I do know that could change at any time.

I have had no luck with oral meds, so if I was going to try something I would be more likely to try her weekly shot.  Even if I do not like needles and have to look away when they poke and prod and jab me...I could learn how to jab myself, I'm sure.  She seemed to think I may have a better chance avoiding the bad reactions with the shot, too.  That was her first choice.  (I didn't want to tell her about my horrid reactions to the flu, shingles, and covid shots--lol!)

Anyways, since I hadn't even made it in to the lab for her bloodwork check, I suggested that I get labwork done beginning of October (in the first two weeks) as I need to go in for a pre-op physical before the surgery and I have to wait until I am feeling lots better so I can be okayed for surgery.  Then she can message me about the lab results and we can see what is really going on.  When we know whether my inflammation markers have gone sky-high or are the same or better, then we will have more information for a decision on the weekly shot.  So I have a while to think about it.

I've been sleeping a lot this past week because I am totally shot from six weeks of constant coughing (my ribs still hurt), rashes, sores, increased pain levels, etc.  It is soooo nice to be able to get up during the night and be able to get back to sleep--ahhhh!  The little things in life, eh?  I am on the mend!  Only two bad coughing jags in the past week!  I am now feeling more hopeful that I will be able to make it to the surgery.  (Knock on wood!)  This has been a really long year so far--lol!  

Honestly--the past five years have felt really long and hard.  So, I am just enjoying that I seem to finally be on the mend for longer than three days--lol!  I have been catching up on several British mystery series' new seasons...watching movies and documentaries...writing letters...finally writing blog comments again...the weather has cooled off into the 70s...Allie's new less tracking litter is actually less tracking...my mouth sores are gone...blogger reader is back...able to sleep again...wasn't limping as badly this weekend...hand has mostly been less painful...the boys were down in the window well catching crickets and chatting with Gramma...life is good!

Allie agrees!

Managed to put up a new shower curtain with leaves this time.  Maybe thinking fall...lol!

Anyways, another Wild Card...

Outside!  Down in the small patch of woods by the lake.  In the flower field or the sand dunes or the field of tall prairie grass.  Basically--out of the house whenever I could--weather permitting.  Mostly in the winter my safe place would be my room.  Especially when I got my own room.  When I was about 15 I built a fort in the rafters of the garage with carboard walls I painted flowers on.  It had a lamp, radio (The Beat Goes On by Sonny and Cher played at least twice every hour), sleeping bag, pillow and--naturally--paper and pens and books!  I have always felt safest when I was alone.  (Or with any of my animals.)  I have always felt I have this "safe place" deep inside of me...no matter what is done to me or happens to this body.  I found out that was absolutely positively true when I was beaten and raped at 17.  Nothing can touch your safe place...whether you are aware of it or not.  Your precious soul is safe.  Always safe.  

Till next week, my friends.  Know you are safe!  

Love and hugs from this old flower child--LOL!  :)

September 13, 2026 Sunday

Greetings!  Even though it is likely that no one will read this--lol!  Blogger has quit letting me know anyone I follow has posted a new blog or that anyone has commented on my blog ever since last Tuesday.  This is the worst glitch ever and lasting way too long.  :(  But I shall post as usual if I am able.

Liam reorganized my frig and put up these two huge art pieces I uncovered while unpacking that he and Ian made long ago when they were 5 and 8 years old. 

They got a kick out of seeing them and of how much room they took up on Gramma's frig--lol!

This heavy wooden step stool I used to reach the shelves over my washer and dryer at the old place I have been using as Allie's assistance to getting up on "her" red chair.  But it is a hazard to me during the night on trips to the bathroom--especially when I was coughing my head off.  Bumped into it again a couple of times since I've had this cough.  That stool was the cause of my second fall since I moved here.  Too risky.

So I decided to donate it.  Got a lightweight, plastic, smaller, collapsible stool for Allie to use that will be less likely to trip me.

She won't set one foot upon it.  Oh well.  Maybe time will work its wonders.  I'll give it a while.

Been a quiet week because I am still sick and had to cancel the lab for the rheumatologist and the eye surgery has been postponed until October 19th.  I am off of the methotrexate, though!  That is a good thing.  I didn't have to wean off of it, so I have been off for a week and a half.  My mouth sores are pretty much gone and I have been sleeping 9-10 hours for the past four nights!  I've been able to get up during the night to make a bathroom run and not have to stay up and cough for an hour--tada!  So--yes--I am on the mend again.  Let's hope this time there is no relapse, eh?  Fingers crossed and say a prayer.  :)  

The weather has actually taken a turn toward fall.  We have recently dropped down to the 70s during the day!!  So nice!  I have been able to crank the window open for Miss Allie since Saturday.  According to my phone we aren't even supposed to hit 80 for the next couple weeks!  Finally!  I am ready for my favorite season for sure.

Here's Allie giving me that look over my taking away her big wooden stool--lol!

Saw her head swiveling about watching something in the window well.  I was afraid it might be a lost bunny...

...but it was a damselfly or a dragonfly flitting about in the widow well.  I know you can't see it very well sitting there on the wooden ledge, but I tried.  ;)

I finally was in the studio this weekend.  One of those tasks that takes up time but you can hardly notice the change.  Went through and downsized all those supplies into smaller containers so they take up less room.  Made me very happy to finally be back in there again and getting my hands on art supplies, anyways--lol!

Well, that's about it from me.  I hope Blogger will post this and fix these big issues for us really soon!  I feel cut off from the world...from my world...my blogger family!  If anybody sees this please let me know.  Till next week...

September 6, 2026 Sunday

Greetings!

Another week of 2026 has passed.  The beginning of the week was more productive.  Right now...I feel like Allie--lol!  A nap would be nice.

I did get the empty satchels unboxed.  These two have sections inside.  They're on top of a box on that chair that has other empty containers, too.

This stack of satchels do not have the built-in dividers.  

This is the latest chaotic mess in the middle of the table I need to sort through.  Always worse before it gets better--lol!

What I did manage to do last week was empty all of the drawers in the soon-to-be paper cabinet or paper drawers.  :)  This empty bin now holds all of the Chinese brush painting supplies.

Not sure where I will be storing it but it is all in one place, at least.

All the six drawers are empty and ready for half-sheets of paper.

Why was I looking to find the empty satchels?  They fit perfectly in the hutches...

...and I have an empty one in the studio.  They all used to be in the hallway at my old apartment stacked into bookcases.  That is how much I have downsized!  :)

Well, I was feeling better and believed I was on the mend again.  Didn't even have a bad coughing jag for about 4 days.  (They last 1-2 or more hours.)  Just regular minor annoying coughing and hours of no coughing at all.  Then Wednesday and Thursday...I was sick as a dog again.  So much coughing up gunk that I never slept at all Wednesday night and wasn't even able to sleep until Thursday night.  So I decided I should make a trip to the walk-in clinic on Friday.

I have been so lucky lately to get nurses and doctors who actually listen because I do have extenuating circumstances as far as health issues go.  

Mainly I wanted a second opinion on my lungs being clear (just to make sure I didn't have pneumonia or something) and on my figuring what I have is likely viral and I am just taking forever to heal because of my compromised immune system.  I filled in Dr. Hanna on my history and current methotrexate issues and eye issues.  She checked me over.  I told her by that afternoon I was doing better than I had the last two days.  My lungs were clear as a bell.  She agreed that it was probably viral and antibiotics wouldn't help.  I asked about something to clear my sinuses maybe?  Prednisone.  Nope.  Steroids and I do not get along well.  (Already having issues with the methotrexate I'll explain shortly.)  She said whatever I have been doing has been working and to keep doing it.  Asked about if I had an air filter.  No.  Said I can use more saline nasal spray and the flonase more than once a day.  I am already on a 24 hour over the counter allergy pill for my sinuses...continue to do that.  Basically she thinks that I am taking a long time to heal for good reason but I am headed in the right direction.

After I got home...it was the day my rheumatologist wanted me to message her as to how I was doing.  Sent her a long message about weaning off of the methotrexate.  Let's just say that besides the not being able to get well and most likely having to postpone my eye surgery this month...I had a list of half a dozen side effects that have become pronounced since I went from 3 to 4 pills a week.  The last one being now I have scattered sores all over the underside of my tongue that look like blood blisters.  Plus I'm getting the darn rashes again.  Time to say goodbye to methotrexate.  With the holiday I won't hear back till next week sometime.  I'll probably have to decide myself on Wednesday if I should drop to 3 or 2 pills.  (I'd rather it was 2 and done.)  

I have to decide by Tuesday about calling the eye clinic to reschedule my eye surgery.  That is very likely how it will go.  I sincerely doubt that I am going to be miraculously well in the next two days--lol!  Luckily they have always said 3-6 months for the silicone oil to be in my eye and by mid-Sept it is 4 months I believe.  So we have some leeway.  

I also have an appointment for the lab again for the rheumatologist on Tuesday.  I warned her I may or may not make it.  Have to wait and see.  I will go if I am not coughing my head off that day--lol!  When I have an appointment it is pretty quick...in and out.  I fully expect my inflammation markers to be higher.  When she met me I had been on the oral steroids for quite a while and had been feeling the best I had in a long time.  Of course my inflammation markers were lower.  Since then she had me try the lower dose of steroids which I also still reacted to.  Since I have been off the steroids my inflammation has increased.  No surprise to me.  It has obviously been high for ages...hence the inflammation even in my eye.  It has been really high ever since immonotherapy for the cancer.  Five years now.  I still have mucositis (dry sticky mouth) and other issues I have never gotten rid of since I quit the Keytruda.  

I am glad she is so worried about my other eye getting inflammation...but there's only so much I can do about it.  I have tried diet changes--even carnivore and keto and am still low carb--because sugars feed inflammation.  But I cannot live with rashes, mouth sores, increased pain and all the rest.  So, that's the state of things right now.  I may be trying a different medication in the future (she said the methotrexate had the least side effects--sigh), but I need to get well and have a break before I do, that's for sure.  And I don't want to try anything new before I can finally get this eye surgery done.

So--meanwhile...I changed the shower curtain again-lol!   

My orders of more small storage containers arrived Friday.  

I have things to do and places to go.  Really need to feel better so I can do the things I need to do and go the places I need to go--lol! 

Leah is better but tired and still coughing some.  I told her that the only thing we could maybe do this weekend down here is tear papers in half...and that is only if we feel up to it.  Can always do it next weekend, right?  I have many projects to keep me busy...if I actually have any "busy" energy.  Such is life, right?  We do not always have control.

In the meantime I am going to rest up...like Miss Allie does every day--lol! 

Wild Card!

Love?  

Hummm.

There are endless kinds of love.

Romantic love and marriage...well that never worked out for me.  When I was growing up in the 50s as a young girl I thought I would get married to a wonderful man, live in a house, and have a few kids.  That was what was expected of girls back then.  Truly believed I could do a better job at it than my mom, though--lol!  She never really wanted to have to deal with boring kids all day--lol!  (Hence me starting to "babysit" my two younger siblings at age five.)

I seemed to attract the wrong men for me.  Girls were not supposed to make choices in those matters.  You waited until a boy approached you.  If girls pursued boys they got a "reputation".  Even if I had no idea what that meant exactly, I knew I didn't want one--lol!  

I went steady with an athletic boy when I was a junior in high school.  He dumped me beacuse I "wouldn't put out".  Senior year I changed my tune and decided to ask a "bad boy" to the Sadie Hawkins Dance where the girls asked the boys.  Didn't think he'd ever agree to go to a school activity because he was an anti-establishment wild child of the 60s.  To my shock he said yes and we went.  I was totally unprepared and had to borrow a costume to wear from a girlfriend.  We went together most of senior year.  Eventually I gave in to the constant advances when he threatened to break up with me.  Already had the first boyfriend do that so I believed him...and I had truly fallen madly in love and in my heart believed we were meant to be together forever (or I never would have slept with him!).  He dumped me, too.  Seemed to be because he didn't want to get married or settle down and even though I didn't talk about it he said he just knew that's what I wanted.  Men.  Who can figure them out.  Not me, obviously.

Right after we graduated and I had turned 17 I was grabbed off the street by three older guys in a car while walking home after a beach dance at the lake a few blocks from my home...beaten till I passed out, raped, and told they were going to kill me when they were done with me by the leader.  The third guy refused when it was his turn...long story...but I am still so proud of him that I can get teary-eyed just talking about his bravery.  (He got punched a couple of times.)  That taught me all about a different kind of love.  

That's the kind of love I have always been better at.  Loving human beings.  Empathy.  Feeling love for other souls on their paths.  Spiritual love.  Soul love.  I think I have had all kinds of experiences in this life to help me with that kind of love and forgiveness and compassion.  I was never destined for the house with the picket fence and the 50th wedding anniversary, I guess.  

What have I learned about love?  I didn't need to be a 50s wife.  I learned how to forgive my parents, the men in my life, the rapists...but I still have trouble with people in positions of authority who are cruel and abuse others.  I still have trouble with liars.  I know they have their own pain and weaknesses and fears, but they are all still the hardest for me to forgive and feel love towards.  So...love is the most precious, positive, and beautiful thing on this earth...but I still find myself succumbing to judgement, negatives, and ugly feelings.  It pains me that people would waste their soul energy on such darkness...but then why do I do it back?  

I am still learning about love.

Till next week, my friends.  :) :)

August 30, 2026 Sunday

Greetings!

Okay.  Another lesson for me not to assume.  I thought I had figured out how to be able to cut or tear the big sheets in half the way GA suggested in the drawers I thought were the largest in the living room.  Was very excited, even though it meant losing a strip of paper off of them.  It would work, right?  You know how over the moon I was!

A couple of days later when I was really tired and dosing off during the day...I kept seeing this dresser.  

The wide one under the die-cutting table that I have always used for art supplies.  Too small.  But I kept getting that dresser in my head.  So annoying.  It's obviously too small.  

Now this is something that has gone on different times in my life.  It's like I am having an argument with GA in my head.  Hard to explain.  But back when I was going to be on the street when I became disabled...long story but he bugged me over and over again with "West Winds" in my head.  No--their ad doesn't even have one bedrooms and I couldn't afford a two bedroom.  No way.  Finally it got to "Call Them"!  I did and they only had three one bedrooms so they didn't even advertise them in the paper but they were going to have one open because somebody had just been evicted.  And that is how I got into West Winds about 22 years ago.  

Anyways, Finally the dresser debate got to "Measure It"!  I reluctantly went in and measured the inside of those skinny drawers.  OMG!  16 3/4 by 23 1/2!!  A half sheet of 15 X 22 would fit just perfectly--with room to spare!  And there are six skinny drawers!  I could just about imagine him palm plant to the forehead saying "Finally"!  That was where he meant the papers would fit.  Never a-s-s-u-m-e, right?  

I felt very foolish (carrying around these unweildly huge boxes for a couple of decades never even thinking about cutting them in half)...and so very grateful.  I have always wanted a set of paper drawers and have looked at them for decades.  But they are huge because they are for the full sheets and super expensive.  Little did I know I bought a set of drawers that are perfect for half-sheets many years ago!  Duh!  

Now I was even more excited!  Told Leah we can just tear or cut them in half after all.  (They are used to GA things happening--as is anyone who has known me for a long time.)  

So, I needed to finish the project I had started with the ink pads...

...and the inkpad refill bottles.  They have all found new homes.

I finioshed cleaning the three Prefonte fountain pens...

...filled them and they are with the rest of the Prefontes in the FP trays.

Then I started emptying my new half-sheet paper drawers--lol!  

Moved all the tins and boxes from the top two drawers out on to the kitchen table.

I was trying to just fill the empty containers that were already on the shelves like the Clutterbug talked about.  It got a bit chaotic, but I got the two drawers emptied and into containers.

Trouble is...I ran out of the smaller containers.  Was wasting a lot of space, but I just used what I had for now.  Come September I will be ordering more containers.  They all need their forever homes, too--lol!

Allie likes it when I am busy...but not for so long that she can't get her laptime--lol!

Once I had them all in containers I drug them all out in sections to make index card labels I can put in each one.  .

I put the brand, name of the item, and any qualitities they have.  Made a point of tracking down whether they were water soluable or water resistent.  Many of them have been in other containers for years so I had to find the information online.  Took longer than expected.  Worked on it for a couple of days...but I finally put them back.  

All the water soluable supplies are in the left bookcase and the water resistent in the right one.  When the new containers arrive (hopefully this week sometime) I will downsize all the containers I can so they'll take up less room.  Plus I need larger containers for a ton of other types of supplies--lol!

That's why this weekend I asked Dagan and Leah to search through boxes in the storage room to find the ones with the empty satchels in them.  Leah is also going to cut my hair and Dagan is going to empty the litter box and clean it out with the hose outside.  I usually do that in the fall every year.  Dagan might clean out Blink's litter boxes, too.

Since we are all kind of on the mend (except Dagan who never got this) there's not anything bigger than that planned for the weekend for Dagan and Leah.  (As you probably have noticed they usually do things with my apartment on Sundays.)  

I am feeling better little by little.  Going to be a busier month in September as far as appointments go.  Labs, pre-op physical, virtual appointments, eye surgery and followups on that.  I also hope to continue to feel better so that I can get a lot done in the studio.  Well, the eye surgery will set me back mid-month...but besides that.

Allie on her cat couch soaking up the rays.  How did she ever live without it?   

The boys started school on Thursday.  Ian is now in Middle School--which is still Junior High to me.  He came down that night after dinner to show me his new schedule for the first quarter and tell me about the differences.  We watched some more Beaver, too.  We always enjoy that.  In fact he was excited to set it up on the TV for us.  He stayed until after 8:30...but bedtime is back to 9pm on school nights.  Mama texted us to remind us--lol!

I am very happy to not be coughing as much and to gradually be feeling better.  It's like this (could have been bronchitis) was slow to progress but it is now just as slowly retreating.  Feels so good to be back plugging away in the studio organizing and sorting.  Baby steps can work wonders for my spirits--lol!

Oh, I almosr forgot--Wild Card!

Goodness!  Never know what you are going to get with these--lol!  Well, honestly...I don't think about it much at all.  Yet I am very aware of it.  Had a few close calls even in my childhood.  A few more in my yonger days.  Having Dagan and told he would die soon.  Getting cancer, being allergic to chemo, going on immunotherapy to keep me alive for a year or two...well, it's always been around, I guess.  But I do not dwell on it at all.  I know this to be true.  I have had practice--lol!  

For as long as I can remember I have always tried to live my life like each day could be my last.  If you do your best to be as good a human being as you can muster, to be kind as you can be, to learn from your mistakes, and to try to make ammends when you do screw up...then I figure you're as ready as you will ever be on any given day.  I know I could have done better at times but as the messed up human being that I am I have done the best I could so far.  If I keep my soul in mind and try to stay on a decent path...I don't have to think about death.  It will come when it comes.  I suspect it usually feels like a surprise...even if you know it is near.  ;)

On that cheerful note--lol!  Best to you and yours.  Hug your loved ones--two or four footed--in person or virtually.  Be kind--in person or virtually.  Till next week...  :) :)

August 23, 2026 Sunday

Greetings!

Dagan and the boys hauled all the bookcase top pieces outside last Sunday.  Ian and Liam got to take a hammer to them to break them apart.  It was so exciting that it lured over a couple of the neighbor boys to join in the fun.  Once they were broken own into pieces they all fit into the trash bin--whoohoo!  So we didn't have to pay to drop them off at the recycling place.  Win-win.  Especially for the boys--lol!

I was able to move in the art roillie carts!  Win for me, too!  :)

Last week I finally started organizing in the studio again.  This was the mess halfway through the three pen drawers.

I suppose many would find it tedious and boring...yawn!

Who?  Not me.  I like it when you are busy.

I emptied the box full of ink bottles and figured it looked like it might make another good donation box.

All the ink bottles were organized and are now filling three levels of the wall shelf unit.  Eight bins are regular fountain pen inks and one bin is for dip pens or art use.

The three small drawers of pen supplies.

Hadn't felt good enough to do much until Thursday but that is what I got done last week and I am so happy to be back doing some unpacking!  KNOCK ON WOOD...I think I may finally be on the mend.

Changed the shower curtain.  More summer flowers.

Had my virtual appointment with my rheumatologist on Friday.  (Dagan brought me over his lunch break to the lab on Tuesday.)  My inflammation markers have continued to go up.  Normally she would have somebody on at least 5 or 6 pills every week (I am on 3) but because of how I can react to medications she wants to take it slow with me.  (So glad!)  I will be taking 4 weekly starting on Wednesday.  Then she wants me to message her in two weeks and let me know how I am doing.  If I have any reactions, message earlier of course. Then we will decide if I can go up to 5 after the two weeks.  In  month she wants another blood draw and for us to have another virtual appointment.  That's the plan

She is concerned because my inflammation is increasing.  Could be just because steroids had been doing a better job and because I've been sick for a month.  She's worried it might pick up speed and spike up badly again because she worries about my other eye getting inflamed.  I am glad to have someone who listens and cares I don't go blind--lol!

Anyways, see that stack on the right hand side of the top of the dresser?  

That's a lot of large papers and a couple other things...but mostly paper.  I woke up at 3am Thursday night (technically Friday morning) from a bad dream about spiders crawling on my bare feet.  Not a fan of spiders...or several bugs, actually.  Trying to get back to sleep, thinking about spiders, and suddenly I get this thought...you can trim down the papers to fit in a drawer.  I always know when I get knowledge suddenly out of the blue when it was the last thing on my mind it is a GA message--lol!  I was thinking about spiders.  Paper was the very last thing on my mind.

So, I'm lying there trying to remember what the large sheet dimensions are for watercolor paper.  Next thing you know I turn on the light and am looking up Dick Blick online (22" X 30")...get out the tape measure and am all over the apartment measuring the insides of drawers--lol!  Trouble is they are 14.5inches deep...not 15 inches.  But if I tear off or cut off 2 inches on the 30 inch side and then tear or cut them in half they should fit easily in any of the drawers in the living room!  I was so excited!  Making the sheets smaller and getting them out of those boxes...they will take up so much less room!  They were going to take up a big chunk of shelving in the storage room after we get it all back together...and I will be sharing that storage room with McFamily.

I thought years ago that I could work up to doing watercolors or mixed media in larger journals, but I never did like them.  The largest journal I made was 11" X 15" and that was just too large for me.  It was the last journal in the pile of them I made that I actually used...but couldn't get past a couple of pages in that one.  Too big for me.  I ended up taking it apart, if I recall correctly.  So I will never need to make a journal or use a page larger than 11" X 14" anyways.  I can trim the pages down...and then use them any way I want.  Make any size smaller journals or pages to paint on.  They have been really diffcult to get to inside all those boxes.  There's pretty papers for book cover inside pages, mixed media paper, different kinds of watercolor paper...and probably quite a few I don't remember.  Will be like Christmas!

I told Leah all about it and she said when it comes time to trim them she will help me.  It will be hard for me with my bum hand.  I do have a special big heavy ruler hanging on the wall in the studio that is specifically good for tearing watercolor paper.  It will get a lot of use in the near future.  Nearish?  LOL!  Makes me very happy.

My next project for this coming week (if I continue to feel better--knock on wood) is to sort through all the ink pads and organize them on some of the red trays in the paper storage shelves that are in the bookcase by the door.  Then continue on finding homes for what I have out on the tables right now...so I can empty more boxes--lol!

Note: 

Best money I ever spent.  Just ask Allie.  Looks like I need to dust again--lol!

Wild Card for the week.

Cosmic?  The only think I can think of is when I was a teenager staring out my bedroom window one night I watched a super bright "star" start moving to the right very slowly.  Confused me because if it has been a plane why hadn't it moved before because I had been looking at the sky for some time.  Oh well, has to be a plane, I thought.  Watched it creep along for a couple inches from my perspective and then it suddenly shot straight off to the left!  Darted across the sky and disappeared in a second!  Well, I'll be darned, I thought quite casually--it was a UFO.  I just accepted it as a fact.  Didn't surprise me or anything.  I certainly wasn't obsessed over UFOs or aliens.  I just always thought there very likely was life elsewhere.  Seemed kind of arrogant of us to believe we are so unique, I guess.  That's the only cosmic thing I can think of.  What about you?

Well, that is it from here for this week.  I think I may be finally getting better.  Haven't had a bad coughing jag but twice in the past four days--whoohoo!  Fingers crossed and thinking positive.  I do so want to get back to working on the studio!  Sidetracked by body weakness for weeks.  Time for things to change.  Yes, about time.  Till next week, my friends.  :) :)

P.S. Something happened to that paragraph about the rheumatologist.  I swear I didn't do it.  I also swear because Blogger will not let me fix it--lol!  ;)