Owning up…
Posted on | April 14, 2010 | 1 Comment
She realized she’d been a jerk as she had so many, many times before. Sometimes she’d find herself trapped within her head and suddenly she was the net in a tennis match. The ball would be going back and forth between two players and, as the net, she couldn’t possibly pay attention to what was going on with each player and the ball, so she would suddenly morph into a monster, eat the ball and at least one of the players, and call it a day.
This then left her feeling full and exhausted and a more than a little disappointed in herself. She could have at least eaten both of the players so she didn’t have to deal with either of them afterward. Oh well, “perhaps next time she thought,” as she let out a groan from her distended stomach. It almost felt as if a nap were in order.
Perhaps a bubble bath…
The shaking earth beneath us…
Posted on | April 14, 2010 | Comments Off
Really, really not a “paranoid” person…but starting to not believe the “experts” who are saying none of the geological happenings are related.
Bug Update #2
Posted on | April 14, 2010 | Comments Off
We are thrilled to announce that no illegal “IT” Bug activity has been detected in the area at this time. This concludes our investigation into this matter and we consider the case closed.
Thank you,
The Mgt.
Paying it forward…
Posted on | April 14, 2010 | Comments Off
She’d actually left the house, an errand she had to run and she always made a point of trying to be courteous on the road, hold doors etc. Sometimes she went above and beyond. Giving details would spoil it, so she wanted to just simply say that she hoped you, her “NOT THERE” readers, would keep in mind over the next few days if someone does something nice for you to definitely pay it forward and by all means, start the chain. That’s what she said to the woman she helped…do something nice for someone else if you can…
Starry Night…
Posted on | April 13, 2010 | 3 Comments
Van Gogh’s Starry Night had been one of her favorite paintings since childhood. In grade seven, she remembered having to recreate the painting with torn pieces of construction paper. Another project was to recreate the painting by drawing it in white glue and then watercoloring over the dried glue. She knew her mother had kept them both and they were probably turning to dust somewhere, but just the memory of it alone was enough to sustain her feeling of having accomplished something great.
Apparently she wasn’t the only one in her family who appreciated Van Gogh’s work. Her half brother (on her Father’s side) also was very fond of Van Gogh. But she didn’t realize this until after his funeral. He was the passenger in a motor vehicle accident just two days after Mother’s day and just a couple days before his 19th birthday. When her stepmother redecorated his room, she had several Van Gogh prints framed beautifully around the room, and that was when she’d found out her little brother had been a fan. How much she didn’t know about this life cut short too soon.
She never claimed to know much about art. She just knew what she liked. She knew that many different types of art appealed to her. From Van Gogh to “modern art”, her collection varied widely and passionately. A gift just framed was a photograph of lichen growing on an old iron gate. A prized possession, a painting of birds on wires which reminded her of Mom. She had collected things throughout the years that called to her. She didn’t have huge amounts of money to spend but she had bought a couple pieces at the right time and had a few that were now worth some money. It didn’t matter, she wasn’t selling.
But Van Gogh…oh Van Gogh. Troubled. She wondered if he was troubled as she often was. She looked at his brushstrokes (the best one can looking at a print, how she’d love to visit a museum and see one of his actual masterpieces) and thought of her brain and of her thoughts and wondered if his brain was like that too. She imagined what beautiful works he would have produced had he lived longer than his mental illness allowed. How very, very sad. She was frustrated that he was another one that was so brilliant, so talented, yet so ill and that always took a back seat. A lot of brilliant people were ill. She was ill. She was trying to get better though. She didn’t want to cut off an ear or anything else. That was a good thing she thought…
Buying Happiness…
Posted on | April 13, 2010 | Comments Off
Well, she could finally say she bought happiness. It would arrive in the form of a pendant, an old dictionary definition of the word cut out and captured within glass somehow, but it was “happiness” and she bought it. Would it do something magical once placed around her neck? Probably not, but it would look clever layered with some of her other interesting finds from her favorite shopping mecca Etsy.
She sat quietly looking outside the window. Rain was threatening again and she wasn’t terribly thrilled with the idea of it. Rain always meant the ghosts of old aches and pains coming back where breaks of bones and ravages of muscle were still haunted. Although beautiful, rain and other weather changes like this could hurt. It had gone from being very warm to quite chilly and that made it even worse. She chuckled quietly to herself as she could hear her Mother suggest taking a hot bath. (Her remedy to EVERYTHING) She probably would actually, she had bought some new bubblebath yesterday.
She had work to be done and she was procrastinating. It was time to get serious and wait…could she have just seen a frog flying from a second story window? Nevermind. It was time to get serious about working. She’d frolic off now and see about that hot bath and maybe some tea and some dedicated hours of character development. (which would turn to more browsing on Etsy)
Bug Update:
Posted on | April 12, 2010 | Comments Off
So far, so good. There were no drug seeking “IT” bugs standing outside her doorway looking for a fix. Should the situation change, an update will be posted.
Thank you for your interest.
The Mgt.
The Dramatic Bug Removal…
Posted on | April 11, 2010 | 3 Comments
Keep writing, keep writing…she was trying. But it was more like, keep shopping, keep shopping tonight. That was, until she saw IT. She wasn’t sure what IT was, other than being a rather large bug. IT wasn’t a spider. IT, thank heavens, didn’t seem to hop. (Had IT hopped there may have been some major damage in the room from her laptop flying as she too would have hopped and screamed and well, it would have been horrible so we must be grateful.)
Now she did believe in removing these things with all effort being made to keep said IT intact. So, she fetched the first thing she could see, an empty pill bottle she had just placed in the recycling bag. (How Earth-friendly of her). With some effort, she was able to get IT to release ITs hold of the bedding and get into the bottle. IT was then taken and safely placed outside. The question is…how much of the residue of the sedative did IT soak in????
Tweed…
Posted on | April 11, 2010 | Comments Off
Brilliance is in the beauty of the…no wait…beauty is in the brilliance of the of the…no, that isn’t it…
If you wake up in the morning in a hotel room with Tweed covered chairs and glance over to the door-less closet to find a Tweed coat in your size and yes, sure enough, Tweed luggage with your clothes half falling out, close your eyes quickly, you are having a nightmare!
This is not to say there are not some beautiful Tweeds out there. And Tweed can be used for many things, including guitar cases, however, we would not suggest skinny pants in this fabric.
Note: This post was in no way meant to be offensive to anyone here or abroad or in the family who happens to like Tweed.
A lack of self belief…
Posted on | April 11, 2010 | Comments Off
Ok, there, she said it. She was having trouble believing in herself. She imagined herself on American Idol being told that she had a raw talent but it wasn’t refined enough for the competition and she hadn’t picked the right song. She had, however, selected a lovely outfit. Her preparation would pay off in that respect, but nothing more.
But her real fear was trying. No, her real fear was failing, and she knew that was part of the game just as sometimes things ended very poorly in her previous line of work. How do people just get up and put themselves all out there she wondered? It was so hard for her to imagine doing that when she couldn’t even send in a simple entry to a contest.
On another note…The trees were fleshing up nicely with green leaves, still not quite full, but the skeletons were disappearing and daffodils and other signs of spring were blooming beautifully. This would be a huge improvement to her mood. She might even plant some of her own flowers, though the only people who’d really get to enjoy them would be the neighbors across the street and she wasn’t going to start on that subject.
She sighed as she thought again about her lack of belief. She hoped the beautiful new plaque she bought from Lori Koop’s Shop that said “Believe” would help her to do just that. She knew that one of her self help books from a decade or two ago had said to surround yourself with these little words of wisdom wherever you are so that was exactly what she wanted to do. (More preparation…would she simply be told her outfit was lovely?)
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