spin!spin!spin!

I have Labrinthitis. It's kinda stupid. Vertigo is a neat word but it sucks to have.

the pits

Ever since I could read AND figured out that I could look in/ eat from the refrigerator I have of course been a regular visitor to the olive jars. There was a little phrase on all jars (and cans for the matter) that reads 'CAUtION: may contain pit fragments'. Now I have eaten a good deal of olives. What ever you think that means it is not enough to encompass the actually gravity of my olive consuming habits. I reeeeaaalllly like olives. But in my olive eating days thus far I had not encounter the illusive 'pit fragment'. Perhaps it is fairly (read: extremely) obvious where I am going with this.

Today I bit into my _first_ pit fragment! Thought it actually wasn't half as exciting as I hoped it to be, alas.
Kinda not exciting at all for something you have read a warning about your whole literary aware life as it turns out.
Though this does make two warnings in one week. I also got the pleasure of finding shell fragments in my canned oysters. which was basically as fun and completely alike to getting sand in your teeth.

The little present that could

So I have been waiting to hear back from a certain soon-to-be sister-in-law in regards to this thingie that I made for a certain new addition to the family.

Now you see, I get to show it off officially since the surprise has been had. Woo!

This was a bit of a marathon knitting project but I was very pleased with how it all turned out :)

evidence of growth

In the last year or so I have found myself appreciating people on a far more meaningful and complex level than before. As I pondered what it meant I could see that I know am no longer bothered by many of the faults, weaknesses, and insecurities as before. It is becoming easier and easier to back away and see the whole picture and even in some cases how beautiful those flaws can be.

The journeys of improvement people take through the dark valleys of their souls become the very thing that is worth seeing and hearing.

My past intolerance and annoyances were a reflection of my own discomfort with my short comings. I wanted to be perfect already and that of course sounds silly and even mundane but it was a big deal.
Roger reminded me (in other contexts) that if you only see your destination you will never see your path. It is now at a point were I am much more comfortable with myself and my flaws and as such I can love people wholly. really accept them, again a reflection of accepting myself.
By letting a bit of my foolishness, insecurities and fears out AND still have those I care about love and accept me it was obvious I'd do the same for them. The error of ways was revealed.

This more clarified way of viewing things is very liberating,
and very satisfying.

I see now the Beauty of Imperfection, of asymmetry....
of all of God's beings.

Decision

The Desert is really pretty.

Pictures would be helpful here but I lack a decent camera and a decent ability to use it. or something. Not taking them while driving 90 mph on a highly wind driven road may also help. It's been noticed that I am a risk driver at times do to my extra curricular driving habits. like eating ribs... and then texting about it.

Something interesting I realized is that I dream about the desert often and these places I hadn't seen show up in the backgrounds of quite a lot of my art.

maybe one picture.

Loss

We said goodbye to Amadeus. Also known as Rabbit, Rabbi, Ruby, Rupert, Rubbers, Rubbish, Condoms, and Roux.

He was a much cherished member of my household, and a little feisty and mischievous friend. He will be very much missed. Everyone knew the deck was his domain for which he would run spunkfully up and down all day. Even at the end I could see his frustration, his desire to be playing and not able to.

Without feelings too inclined tward the nature of explaining the last couple weeks (as they have been a bit emotional), he found himself with a neck severely askew. Something called wry neck and in his case likely caused by a bacterial infection of the brain. Not really treatable do to the whole blood-brain barrier thing.

I went to go give him some celery cuttings but he is not there anymore.

three

Today marks three years since Roger and I did the whole saying vows in front of a bunch of people that we like thing. So far I am very pleased with our being married. Roger being the treasure that he is makes it terrible amounts of fun.

Little things like this just solidify my contentment with arrangement:



This is an example of him lip syncing to Tom Petty into an invisible microphone on the looong car ride back from Oregon just to get a grin and a laugh out of me. which it did. many times.