Visited Nemo and Julio at EXOT . . Selfie ~*~ MONDAY ...Continued this rainy day with light mist falling Heavier rain due later tonight. Euonymous and Portulaca waiting on my window sill. Healthy
4 p.m. First stage done These six beauties will be planted tomorrow. . To be continued...
my wheat for his lemonade, His wittiness for my laughter, my variety of concoctions for his willingness to make use of them.
Lots of classical music, talk of the classics, and truths;
we read Barbara's poem "Three Laments".
Teas: two 'sleepytime' + two 'breathe easy',
sweetened by Stevia and steeped.
Sharing 'the unbearable lightness of being'
without ever calling it that.
We watched
"Shine"
(see links)
~*~ Saturday Made these Berry wine cordials by soaking wine with berries and spice for months, drained and bottled it for gifts today. I can not drink alcohol.
Doodled "Twisted Rainbow"
However My chronic condition was super bad today and no comfort for the left leg either so I took a walk with my cane. Totally unstable and no ability to stand still in drizzley rain but I like the shot anyhow.
So it goes ~*~ Sunday Aside from short sleeps, my Rx for CC, and a hot compress for the leg, music, a bit of broth and toast, nothing much. The old lady is still sick;so much so, I fear to alienate friends who call to say 'How are you', being tempted to say 'fine' . Of course I ask how they are and perhaps I'm told. I'm not even up for company if any were available. One fairly close by friend has offered. I don't want to chat on the phone. Everything takes twice as much energy as one thinks it might. Careful, 'You are quite grumpy' my inner therapist says. This is my fifteenth or so wake up from the aching let to heat the compress again and down another glass of "CALM". I meant to post this at 10PM yesterday but it's already Monday morning. I 'want' to think this too will pass, and since everything does it will, but I don't believe it will be a return to well woman old age. 'It's the illness talking' my therapist says, 'don't listen'. The rash has just flared up again all over my face too. Poor me. Such darkness! I'm going to mine some old photos for light: 3.26 2010 Skylight beautiful blue sky in the old Dharma Mittra yoga studio
3.26 2011
Daffodils
found feathers, wooden carved chickadee and cardinal with the stone owl in the alcove by the alley window
3.26.2012
Forsythia
in Westfield Massachusetts with dear old friends Jenny and Richard
3.26 2013
Cloth Work
with light on my work table when I was still sewing
3.26.2014
Ceramic dove
that holds my mailbox key, backed by Jude Hills gift of a stitch sampler when she was leading 'The Magic Feather project.
3.26.2015
Stone Buddha
Given to me by Jude's brother, Nemo, and holding a $100 bill to remind me of the transitory nature of things, backed by a street found seascape I eventually gave to my Superintendent because he said it reminded him of his home in the Dominican Republic.
Lastly
This Happy Song,
the words of which are all true, and which I also posted at face book.
