tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81917092007-11-13T19:55:36.631-05:00sliding sanityLRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1154249719943011602006-07-30T03:55:00.000-05:002006-07-30T03:55:19.950-05:00mossy bank, c 2006copyright 2005LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1154247713425960292006-07-30T03:03:00.000-05:002006-07-30T03:30:17.236-05:00Finally, a new postWow, a lot has happened in the last few months. I was selected to hang a solo show of my digital paintings at the Charleston County Library's art gallery for a month. It took lots of time (and money) but it went up on schedule, July 1, and I will take it down tomorrow, July 31. This thing of being an artist vs. being an unemployed librarian is tricky navigation, especially since my first solo LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1141891836046130892006-03-09T03:09:00.000-05:002006-03-09T03:10:36.053-05:00Too much color (take me home)LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1141887121754596462006-03-09T01:29:00.000-05:002006-03-09T02:02:34.330-05:00It's March (whine alert)Wow, I didn't realized how long it had been since I added a post. In the range of sliding sanity, I sort of, well...slid off. Plop. Too many balls in the air. Too many changes. Too many things gone wrong.
MONEY...bye...come back when you can...
SERIOUS PSYCHIATRIC HELP...Mr. Watson, come here...I need you...(That was my Alexander Graham Bell impersonation, for those of you who didn't recognize LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1130103358234563562005-10-23T16:35:00.000-05:002005-10-23T16:35:58.240-05:00BAD memoriescopyright 2005LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1130102828589474292005-10-23T14:01:00.000-05:002005-10-23T17:58:26.366-05:00And the water comes again...The problem with having bipolar disorder is...well, that you have bipolar disorder. The symptoms come and go. For a while I may even forget. Put three good days in a row and watch me start a new art piece. Or start to write. Overall, though, everyone I 've met who has it...from support groups, from friends, from family all agree it sucks, squared.
I collect suicide plans. It takes up less room LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1120162241797005302005-06-30T15:10:00.000-05:002005-10-07T22:02:53.266-05:00
spring walk at the nest
copyright 2005LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1120161200367853452005-06-30T13:26:00.000-05:002005-06-30T15:12:24.370-05:00Family, Friends, and the NestFamily can be a tricky thing.
On the one hand, they're a part of you. Their blood is mine. Getting together at Christmas (or funerals) has a familiar intimacy. Unlike most, my family's political leanings are all the same. Wasn''t always true. But we got rid of the dissidents. And there are some really bright, witty folks, so the discussions always are a hoot.
But you notice I said I see them LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1118958361784488752005-06-16T16:46:00.000-05:002005-06-16T16:48:06.463-05:00Frankiepuppy lust
copyright 2005LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1118957757771880102005-06-16T16:15:00.000-05:002005-06-16T16:35:57.776-05:00Puppy LustYou know who you are.
The world is divided into two groups--dog lovers and bad people.
Just kidding... (sort of).
I am a confessed dog lover. The greatest number of dogs I have had at one time is four--two labs, a dobe, and a chow chow. It was almost perfect except that my chow expected to be boss and got really pissed when she wasn't. My ex and I were maimed several times breaking up dogLRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1113196366947112542005-04-11T00:12:00.000-05:002005-04-11T00:12:46.946-05:00MaxLRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1113195885227552032005-04-10T23:43:00.000-05:002005-04-11T00:14:34.073-05:00"D" is for dog. Or maybe depression.This is about dogs. Or depression. Or both.
My dog Max was seriously ill this week. Of course, no one is sure what was wrong, even after $400 of blood work and x-rays. Most likely he had a GI infection. His digestion has always been his weak spot.
So I spent a lot of the week worried that he would die, had cancer, would slip away, just like my Rosie did. I tried to worry out of his range as he LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1109833330672969892005-03-03T02:02:00.000-05:002005-03-03T02:02:10.673-05:00youLRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1108260801021892952005-03-03T01:56:00.000-05:002005-03-09T01:21:44.106-05:00as i watch you sleep
i look
at the road map that is
your face
i study the creases and valleys
intently
hoping to divine the
trips you've made
the major journeys
but also the side trips--
unexpected pleasures
i wonder whether i am
reflected in the furrow
of your brow or the
laugh lines at the corners
of your eyes
or both
if the grey hairs that
frame your face come from
unkind words or
days LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1106437439421512312005-01-30T18:43:00.000-05:002005-01-30T05:21:01.570-05:00
Is it a good day?
L Ravenwood
LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1107079435241789292005-01-30T05:03:00.001-05:002005-01-30T05:23:20.666-05:00Dark that shadows meWhat would it feel to not have my dark twin? She's never far away, I know that from experience, although I may not see her for long periods of time. And then, as inexplicably as she departed, I feel her presence again. I may not like her but she is familiar.
When the darkness descends, I feel a lethargy, a heaviness that makes leaving my room nearly impossible to fathom. The world of color LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1104039304846433632004-12-26T00:35:00.000-05:002004-12-26T00:35:04.846-05:00peppermint twist 4LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1104039013828052852004-12-25T23:45:00.000-05:002004-12-28T11:29:31.353-05:00Time to talk to the moonI was reared in the Christian tradition; my belief system isn't supported by that faith any longer and so I don't celebrate Christmas. It's much less troubling being alone at Christmas than, say, looking out the window in an area of the country where the temperature should be in the high 50's to see a mixture of rain, sleet, and snow. The Weather Channel says it feels like 17 degrees. That seems LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1102491604973449182004-12-08T02:50:00.000-05:002005-01-09T13:31:41.726-05:00Coming soon to a blog near you...Hmmm...I have three stories in the hopper. One is a Christmas rant, one is about my grandmother--yeah, well you never met her, so you don't know how funny that one will be. The third is about the day I got arrested. That one's pretty funny too, only I just found out I have an actual record, so it's a little bit less funny than it was.
And I'm still in stage three of post-election grief. I mayLRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1102491846717661392004-12-08T02:44:00.000-05:002004-12-08T02:44:06.716-05:00eye of godLRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1102491758041014102004-12-08T02:42:00.000-05:002004-12-08T02:42:38.040-05:00world aflameLRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1102491694023232292004-12-08T02:41:00.000-05:002004-12-08T02:41:34.023-05:00christmas bizarreLRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1102568179763847692004-12-07T23:56:00.000-05:002004-12-08T23:56:53.926-05:00
sun streaming in my window
LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1101190235136710692004-11-23T01:20:00.000-05:002004-11-23T01:19:46.720-05:00Post-Election DepressionI've had that silly Mary Cheney here since just before the election. It's annoying that she's still here, but I'm working through the five stages of grief and I seem to be stuck in stage 3. Until I finish grieving and move on to my Christmas Rant, look at the pretty pictures. And don't complain.
LR
LRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1101190607716964862004-11-23T01:16:00.000-05:002004-11-23T01:16:47.716-05:00blue shellLRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.com