| Monday, October 13, 2008 Long time no write, sorry. Now, I remember why it took so long for me to start this Thread thingie in the first place. I have come to the conclusion that the only way I can truly know what the word "sleep" means is if I check a dictionary. Honestly, I am still having issues with that. It does not help, I am sure, that every muscle in my body is screaming at me. I walked 33 miles this weekend. Lest I begin to think, whew, I can do this, it is still only half the distance we are supposed to walk in Dallas. I am very glad I volunteered to do this walk. I will NEVER do it, again. At my age one would think that I would stop jumping into situations feet first with little to no "reality" checking. Nah. Why would I wanna do that???? This way life is more exciting, more of an adventure. It is also filled with beaucoup OOPS. Life just needs to last at least twice as long so we could really benefit from our mistakes, from our successes, and then have the time to incorporate them into our being. By the way, I am almost finished with the scarf I have been knitting while walking. I will zap a photo of it as soon as I do complete it. Even my family is shaking their heads with disbelief that I am knitting/walking. Honestly, wouldn't you think "surprise" would no longer be an issue when it comes to me? Hey, the only way I want predictable and Dianne used in the same thought is when it comes to my dependability, honesty, trustworthiness, and ability to love. Thursday, October 9, 2008 How little sleep can one get by with? I think my body is experimenting with that idea and has been using me as a guinea pig, for years! As is the case many times, I was very wide awake Tuesday night. I stayed up "creating" until around 3:30 in the morning and decided that this was ridiculous, "Go to bed, Dianne." Strangely, I listened, so, to bed I went. An hour later, I was still staring at the ceiling so I got up and sent emails to China. Really. Hey, it was daytime there. Went back to bed and slept for about 30 minutes. I gave up; I got up. All day Wednesday, I seemed to be functioning "normally," whatever that means. I finally went to bed around 1:30 a.m., not because I was even a little bit sleepy even then. Shouldn't I have felt, I don't know, different? at the very least, sleepy? The weird thing is I slept well last night, for about 6 hours, and now, I am sleepy......go figure. How about a total change of subject? Wanna see a photo of my sewing room? This room has led many lives. First, it was our older son's bedroom. Next, it was a guest room, then it became my "bead-making/painting studio." This is the studio/bedroom that I mentioned on Tuesday. Presently, it is my sewing room. Hmmm, now that I think about it, I am wondering if it is even possible to get sleepy in this room????? I love it. Tuesday, October, 7, 2008 Wow, page three of my Threads. Even I am impressed with me. Although this has not worked out as a daily, it has lasted longer that some of my other endeavors, heh heh. I bore easily. Perhaps that is why I have supplies for every art medium known to man. My wonderful, patient, supportive husband even built a studio for me to house all of my supplies, knowing that I did not even know what supplies I have. Part of the impetus for building that studio was probably due to the fact that we could not even walk into the former bedroom that I was using as a "studio." Did I mention that I also make glass beads and was using a propane/oxygen torch in the house??? Think that had anything to do with moving me into the studio? I never did understand the big deal about not putting it in the house. I mean, it is supposedly O.K. to put it in the garage which is connected to the house. Hey, if it blew up does it really matter if it is in a room called a "garage" or a room called a bedroom. The house is gone, either way, and most likely taking this little ol' gal with it. Gross. I am beginning to think that the studio was built just in time to make room for this "business" of mine. It is crowding us worse than the art supplies. It is beginning to look like a warehouse in here. Boxes, tissue, labels, batting, etc. And preparing for Market only makes it a bigger mess. We have boxes stacked to the ceiling. Literally. Do not be mistaken. I am loving it. I forget I am old. I forget I lived another life as a teacher for 25 years. It is exciting. Now, if it is not too much to ask, "When can I start to order some black ink????" because I have the "spending" part down to a science..... Sunday, October 5, 2008 My Fear Of ... List While Walking has changed. Snakes have been trumped. Today, when I was walking, I heard gunshots. It is hunting season. I might not have explained earlier that I live in the South, one left step away from "Deliverance." (Now, I can no longer deny my age, can I? I have given wa-a-a-ay too many clues, I mean, "Deliverance?" Who else but old folks have seen that movie? heard of that movie?) Anyway, truly scary to me are most hunters. I know there are a lot of terrific, level-headed, cautious hunters out there. I even know some of them, personally, thank goodness. It is not they who scare me. It is ones like they guy who shot the woman wearing white gloves while in her back yard. Her family took the shooter/hunter to court. The HUNTER WON the case. The decision was that the woman should have known better than to have been wearing the white gloves during hunting season. Now, correct me if I am wrong, but, isn't there a stipulation that before shooting the hunter has to be able to actually count the points to be sure the deer is old enough? Were her "two points" enough???? Hunter's Orange is my new favorite color. |
