Hello! Christmas and other holidays!

Did you know that the song, White Christmas, sung by Bing Crosby, was from a musical?  I am uncertain why people long for snow on Christmas; perhaps we have this connotation that the snow reigns peace as well as water.  Or perhaps many of us are wise enough to appreciate the beauty of the darkness, the cold, and the light as it combines to help us remember our wishes for peace, health, and prosperity for every one.  While snow and cold are different, I would prefer a warm beach, sunshine, and soft, warm air.  Easily could I dream my holiday wishes there...

Happy Holidays and New Year

I am listening to the kind of gentle jazz that I really like; the music reminds me of my sweet husband, David.  He is cooking tonight; I can hear him chopping and hear the clang of the pots and pans as he gets them out of the cupboard. My David is sweet and earnest. He is tireless, works hard, takes care of his family, and loves me, too. I am very blessed and feeling so tonight. 

Hello! Christmas and other holidays!

Finally! I have conquered the mysteries of how to put grades in the webadvisor.  I was really glad to get everything averaged, entered, and put away!

Last Jaw Walking

Yes, snow. Flakes, unique. Frosty cold. Driving in it is a pain. I would like to get to the dentist today; my jaw still hurts. Or is it one of the two teeth in the back that hurt?  I have a lump under my jaw on that side, and my mouth has not stopped hurting since the last root canal. The whole of me is an aching jaw; nothing distracts from this discomfort even tho I have taken pills for pain.  A walking jaw that might slide, slip, and fall hard on the icy snow. Visually that is funny; however, it doesn't feel funny.  Last Jaw Walking; could it see where it were going? Could one email one's jaw? or scan it in and fax it? Remove it and take it in for service?  Would the dentist hoist it up on a riser like a car with a leak underneath?  One could secure a floating jaw with a three handed device; those little robotic looking things that give jewelers confidence to jewel...  If it floats, I could just give it to the sea and let the salt water clean it while the pain sensors are disconnected.  Would the jaw be overcome with oil? would it be rescued by those who are United Jaw Savers Unlimited?  Could my jaw talk or chew if it were loosed into the world? Or would it become the thing of nightmares?  The Night of the Killer Jaw! Killer Jaw Chews Up Slugs and Spits Them Out: Beware of slippery sidewalks!  My jaw would never have to worry again about the cost of a root canal if it became the star in a movie.  Or it could become an ebook and make millions as a best seller.  The pathos and bathos of the throes of tooth root pain makes killer out of tooth!  I wonder if Oprah would choose it for her Book Club?  What would the Jaw look like sitting on her couch?  or would it jump up and down, too?  A Jaw in Love; an Old Married Jaw; Tooth Kills Jaw; Tooth on Trial for Murder; Tooth gets the Death Penalty; Tooth declares that the root pain made him do it!  No more delaying; I have to call the dentist.

The White Rabbit

I don't know where time keeps going and I'm plum out of it.  I can't buy, find more, save it, freeze it, or give more of it.  It's gone when it goes by and doesn't return.  So while I am sitting here writing about time, my mind is racing ahead; I will be late if I don't get going now. 

What do the 'listing' and 'let search engines find your blog' settings do?

What do the 'listing' and 'let search engines find your blog' settings do?

The Stray Cat

A friend found a cat that had been locked in her storage area for two weeks; she took the cat to a vet who kept him overnight, gave him fluids, and antibiotics for his cold.  My friend came to me on Friday and asked if I would take him in.  And, we did.  My sweet husband, David, bought another litterbox and more litter while I fed the kitty.  I boiled up some chicken, shredded it, put some broth with it, and fed it to the kitty. The kitty slept with a bowed head.

His head just touched the pile of soft towels that we had gathered, and I covered him with a small, light blanket.  He drank a lot of water and gobbled food.  He was skinny, skinny, and had a big meow. Sweet natured, the kitty was orange and white, had been neutered but clearly not taken care of in weeks.  His spine protruded; his back legs trembled.

Kitty had many physical problems.  He was severely anemic; his kidneys were shutting down; he had Feline Leukemia, a blood parasite, and something else that was terminal.  We had to put him down.  Normally, I would be sad while visiting the cat and realize that this 10 years plus old cat had had some good meals, was warm, and loved in the last three days of his life.

His soul tugged on me, though.  And I've pondered this over the last several days.  I am sorting out why and will share that later this week when I've figured it out some more.

New Day!

I went to visit a friend yesterday whom I have not seen in a while because both of us have been in and out of town at different times and have been very busy with new things.  We always discuss art; what we are making, what we are having difficulty with, how we can solve our issues with art, life, men.  We had lunch and went thrifting, each of us finding some cool new stuff to wear.  I have a few good friends who will listen and interact with me and I treasure the time that I spend with each one.  Finding words to describe the texture of a friendship is difficult; however, I know a good friend when I find one.  more...

Mud Wrestling and Other Teaching Techniques

I love to teach, always have, and always will.  But sometimes it's hard to understand what in the world some students are doing in school.  After all, they have a choice: they can register for a course or not.  Simple. Easy. Yes or No.  So, besides wondering, I just enjoy as well and wish I could take a snap-shot of some of my students and years from now, just click and re-run the instant snap-shot, real-live, activities.  Laughter is the only response possible unless I want to invite an ulcer, which I don't.  Because, soon the students will go on to the next class and never again will they be like they are that instant in that particular classroom with that particular book, lesson, or point of view.

More News!

Wow! Has it been that long since I've reviewed this page??  Well, floods from frozen water pipes, family events and illnesses, moving: all of these things have stayed my hands from writing... I have joined J's Studio to Bookbinder 007 and now teach from my studio at home... Until this winter, I had regular classes on Friday mornings.  And when it poured snow in our relatively un-snowy town, oh my, forward momentum stopped, short and cold.  I am revving up and hoping to renew connections and movement forward.