Thursday, April 17, 2008

A smile for Terry

This is the same bird I posted on January 1st from a different angle. Isn't he a cutie pie!

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Friday, April 04, 2008

She was fascinated with the hibiscus; I was fascinated with her

This is a drawing of my daughter by my dear friend Joey Reed. What a sweetheart you are. I can't wait till she sees it tonight. Yay!

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

my best friend is a magnificent beast

My beautiful Manx with one ear half torn off from his fightin' youth. Now he's my snuggle baby.
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Sunday, February 10, 2008

I wonder if he is still homeless...

I sketched this from a photograph of a homeless man I saw online. I do wonder if he is still homeless. I'd like to think somehow he has a home and that he has some family. I wish I knew who took that picture.

Friday, February 01, 2008


I told someone a while back that I would post a sketch. Here is a sketch of a man whose face was in a book which was about to be dropped in a garbage can until I saw his face and snatched it out so I could sketch him. His name is George Kennan, it said, but I still don't know who he is. But he sure did need to be sketched. I need to touch him up more but oh, what a gloriously square head he has.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

the satisfying whole

"There is something in each of us that demands completeness. An unfinished building, a partially drawn design, an interrupted game, a broken pattern in a woven fabric, a theme cut short in the middle--each of these produces an unsatisfied feeling. There are, to be sure, fragments of rare beauty and significance, but always, as we look upon them, we feel that there is something lacking. We feel this lack very keenly--and sometimes very sorrowfully--when a delicate bit of china or glassware is shattered by some carelessness of ours. What was the perfect whole now lies broken on the floor. We pick up the three or four pieces and pathetically fit them to their former shape--vainly imagining a restored completeness. And then, growing more practical, we begin to wonder how the treasured article can be repaired. We are searching for the satisfying whole."

No one goes through life unscathed. Everyone experiences loss and pains throughout the entirety of life. It is never outgrown though often we become callous to it. We search to fix the broken in our lives, we agonize over loss and try to recreate something that life never gave absolute permanence to. We search for that feeling of wholeness again. What is it, the satisfying whole?

(I have no idea who wrote the quoted paragraph but I really like it. It is like a writing lesson the way it uses the word "completeness" at the beginning and the word "whole" in the last sentence. It does make me long for something, obviously, but the writing is very satisfying because the paragraph itself is so complete. I just had to post it.)

Monday, January 21, 2008

mail call!

It's not every day you find one of these waiting on you to pick up your mail, at least not in my neighborhood.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008


I had hoped I could write this in a brief, emotionless paragraph. I managed kind of okay with the emotion but not so well with brevity because I would forget part of a sentence and get confused, find myself writing in circles, unable to copy from sources because when I look up I forget what I was just looking at. I've been trying to write this for days. After I've whittled it down you won't see the circles it. I hope.

Multiple Sclerosis: no fun
Partial Seizures: pretty nifty
Optic Neuritis: I've lost some color vision & have blurry vision as well, which makes me uncertain about every image I post and makes photography pretty difficult.

A nurse came to my house the day before yesterday to teach me how to give myself injections so I could begin treatment with a medication called Rebif for MS. This won't cure it or undo any damage the disease has already done but it will hopefully slow the progression of it and the time between relapses. I will be giving them to myself, three times a week for the rest of my life (or till I can't give them to myself, I guess? I don't know). She said I'd feel pretty miserable for about the first three months of injections. So far I just feel tired.

So that's the diagnosis. This stuff below is from the net and the Rebif pamphlets with pictures of shiny, happy people living comfortably with their disease. Some folks with MS might get a chuckle out of that “comfortably” part. Heh. (Turns out, the "shiny, happy people" pamphlets had the most helpful information.) Darn it, now I've got that song in my head. Well, they were shiny, it was a glossy looking picture. ;-)

Multiple Sclerosis is a neurodegenerative autoimmune disease. Normally, the immune system helps fight viruses and things like bacteria. In an autoimmune disease, something causes the immune system to attack the body itself. With MS, where the body attacks itself is its own nervous system.

The nervous system is made up of nerve cells that send signals to each other. Each cell is covered with a protective coating called myelin. It acts like insulation on an electrical wire, lets these signals pass between nerve cells at high speeds. This is how nerve impulses from our body reach the brain and how the brain sends signals to muscles. Kind of like a relay system. With MS, for some reason, the immune system attacks the myelin sheaths and strips it off. This is called "demyelination." This leads to a breakdown in that signal function which leads to disability.

Multiple Sclerosis is unpredictable and incurable. It's mild in some people and severe in others. It affects no two people alike. You don't know when a relapse will occur, how long it will last, what it will consist of or the amount of damage that will take place during that time, in other words, the outcome of any given relapse.

But nowadays, we are lucky, we can give ourselves these injections and slow the process down. "Don’t worry, be happy…laa….ladadadadadada……….ladadadadadada……….ladadadada"

Try to get that song out of your head, ha!

Oh yeah, the injections and the nurse's if I don't post it would probably be I'm just feeling something wretched I'm supposed to be feeling so don't happy :-D

happy winter to whoever it is that is enjoying (or enduring one)

Well, this certainly is an old fractal. A good old fashioned Mandelbrot looking like winter to me.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Don't move nice birdy...

There! Do you see that? You can see straight through his nostril thingy. Is that cool or what? I wonder what purpose that kind of nostril thing serves. I can't believe that bird stood still long enough for me to take a picture of his nostril thingy. Yay!
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Tuesday, January 01, 2008

beautiful bird

Another test post. (lol)

I found this black bird at the airport when it was time for my daughter to go back. We must have seen a million, no, I'm being silly, it was about a trillion or at least a hundred gazillion of them while she was here. I only got pictures of about 20 or maybe 50. I might be wrong about that too, there were a lot of them in flocks. Heh. Did I ever mention that I love black birds?

Okay. Enough words for a test post.

I'm off to visit all the blogs I've missed so badly.

Then I will get around to posting what (I hope) will be a very short, non-depressing post about my diagnosis. Bleh. Even that sentence was mildly depressing. Ah, look at the pretty birdy! I swear, that bird almost seemed to be posing for me. He was definitely not camera shy. When the light hits these birds a certain way their feathers look irredescant blue/black-gorgeous.

Hugs and smooches!
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I think I've figure out how to use blogger again. It's not the way I used it before, which is confusing so I will avoid thinking about that. If this actually posts I will post something more substantial in a day or so.

But for now, here are some pink flowers for all of you that I have missed so much and who have actually remembered and cared about me during my absence.

Hugs and smooches.