Love the stamp, Mary.
It's something I would like to do, but never seem to get around to doing. *chuckles*
I do hope things are going better for Alex.
Light of heart,
~*~Walks~*~
Mary <soragne@yahoo.
2-24-08 Sunday
Alex has been crying for seemingly no reason and periodically
hitting himself on the head. I spent much of the day staying
close and just grabbing his hands to stop him from doing it.
At grandma and grandpa's he hit his head on the table hard
enough to leave a bruise. He was sitting there playing with
his vtech toy then all of sudden started banging his head.
He'd NEVER even done anything like that before. I dropped
whatever I was doing in the kitchen and ran over, brought
him to the couch and sat him next to me, holding his hands
down hoping for the fit to pass.
Kara's supervisor Dr. Barry said that a lot of the kids he knew
who underwent chelation were terrible the first few rounds until
all the metals were drawn out of their system. God, I hope this
part doesn't last.
I forgot to take my medication last night so feeling very "off" today.
I took it soon as I remembered. I know I shouldn't be "fiddling" with
dosages but after the current health insurance fiasco I wanted to
see about starting to wean myself off at least one of them.
Specifically the more expensive one. It's been a month and I
can feel the difference. There's an "edge" that's back. Just and
edge...
But...
I had letterboxing on my brain for the past few days. Today,
I fetched the rubber erasers I got at Stop & Shop and an
exacto knife and started carving away. I hadn't done anything
like this since highschool when we worked with linoleum block
prints.
The eraser is tiny... about 2.25 x .75 inches. But I like
working with tiny things, details. I like how it came out
and really enjoyed it. I think a trip back to Staples is
in order to grab another couple of erasers.
(picture of stamp here)
http://ph.groups.yahoo.com/ group/JournalWri ting/photos/ view/dabc? b=25
If I can be as productive as I used to be... and as long as the
panic attacks don't come back...
Mary, CT
To hear the sound of the wolf is to experience a singularly moving sensual experience of wilderness. Sound of unreachable quality, seeming weird and inhuman. But not unearthly. For it is of the essence of the creature wolf: of his spirit, his being, his truth. A transcendental song that took form uncounted millennia before time was defined. Something elemental. A living call from the past. A revelation of the very Universe.
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A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself.
Maya Angelou
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