what would you do if you knew you were going to die tomorrow?

i think of this lately.

i’ve always tried to live my life telling the people around me how I feel about them. How much i appreciate and love them and the things they do for me. to point out that i value their strong suits.

but lately it seems more important.


so in that light i want to say….


to my friend that never forgets the days i am to have some sort of ‘procedure’ and then never fails to call me before AND after to make sure i’m okay.


who listens to me in gory detail even though she is afraid of needles and doesn’t want to hear the details.


who lets me vent when i need to.


who listens to my diatribes even though we are at politically opposite ends of the spectrum.


who patiently listens to all my unsolicited advice and never says a discouraging word.


thank you. thank you for being there. your wings are definitely showing!

not bad if I do say so myself, lol

I find that I’m ‘seeing’ things differently since doing

'the art of silliness’ online class by Carla Sonheim.

(my interpretation of Carla Sonheim’s book cover)

“lol”

this arrived today!

and we haven’t stopped laughing since!

 i guess it accomplished its mission!

thanks Deanna! only you would think of this!

hahahahahahahahahahaha!

haven’t been making much lately…..

haven’t been feeling up to snuff, so haven’t been making much lately. how about a pic of something old…….

I was honored to have a whole shelf of my own for my 'stuff' at the
 Alliance for the Arts gift shop in Ft. Myers in March.

grandma’s blue beads

these are my great grandmother’s blue glass beads. it’s one of the things she brought with her when she emigrated from England in 1910. they’ve taken on a magical quality for me over the years. sort of become my talisman. i find myself holding them a lot lately.

Anybody out there……..?

Anyone….anyone….…Bueller?

ODE TO THE FAN

The fan
The fan
What can one say about the fan…?

It’s perfection in motion
So breezy
So cool
So perfectly aimed
The unqualified tool


The speeds are not random
They are flawlessly paced
One for ‘plain’ flashes
The others for ‘baked’


By day
It sits
Alone on the floor
So solitary, serene
So plain
Unadorned


But at night
In the dark
It dons
Its superman cape
And becomes the hero
The ‘Vanquisher of Nape’


What can one say?
About this domestic device
Without it
I’d resort
To sleeping on ice!

look ma, I’m drawing!

  

(and you can even tell what it is!)

it’s the end of the ‘art of silliness’ online class by Carla Sonheim. 

i had a blast! i highly recommend her classes to anyone who thinks they can’t draw, or even skilled artists who just want to put a little ‘silly’ back into their art. http://carlasonheim.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/fall-2010-online-class-registration-open-2/

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When faced with a possible serious medical diagnosis there is one looming question on my mind……………



WHY AM I STILL VACUUMING?


As I await my biopsy in a few days, I am vacuuming the house and it occurs to me, WTF am I doing? Does this really matter in the BIG scheme of things? Of course I continue because, well, it’s there, needing to be done. And then I think of all the things I need to get done so as to leave everything as neat and tidy for my husband and kids, ya’ know, just in case.


I’ve often wondered what people do in these situations. Knowing that the END (lol) might be near. I’ve often wondered what I would do in this situation. Would I take that exotic trip I’ve always dreamed of? Would I go on a shopping spree? Would I rack up all sorts of credit card debt buying things for my family? (Oh wait, I’ve already done that!)


Nooooooo………


I vacuum!


So I guess the answer to the question is you go on as if nothing is out of the ordinary. You just go on, as long as you can.


My father wanted to go on a picnic. My mother took his ashes on a picnic.


Maybe I should pack the picnic basket, (Just sayin’.)


(Please do not take offense at this post. It’s just the way I handle stress. And the slightly skewed way I look at things. If I can’t laugh and make fun of it, then in my mind ‘it’ wins. And as Hawkeye Pierce so eloquently said ‘don’t let the bastard win’.)

I’m trying my damnedest.

mom always said there'd be days like this

(my interpretation of a Carla Sonheim drawing)