Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Monday, Aug. 23, 2004 - 5:29 a.m.
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Old Photos on a Sunday
| Ok, so this entry is gonna finally have some pics... I think they've been a little sparse lately, sorry... these are shots I took with my camera of photo albums at the family reunion. So they might be a bit blurry, being photos of photos, taken inside no less. Well, today I bought a... tada!!! DEHUMIDIFIER!!... yup, the very ones I was casing this week have gone on sale TODAY! |  Copyright H. Otto, da wench as babeeee... 1963... mom's hand |
 Copyright H Otto, da wench on first birthday, 1964 | Dang I'm tired. Oh well, I shall finish this entry. I really haven't gotten done all I wanted to get done this weekend. I hoped to get a poster painted for the Toronto client, get some more work done on my illo website, and work on the characters for the upcoming dog book... I admit I wasted a lot of time. I went to the park with doggies for hours yesterday afternoon, and today I ended up talking with an old workmate from the Fine Arts Store (circa 1986-88) who happened by the coffeeshop for dinner, where i was being a good girl and drawing yesterdays (!!) and today's comics. |
| Anyhews... people are so fallible. Yup. First me... I went to buy these peaches at $1.99 a basket... and the girl goes "those are for jam, they aren't good for eating"... and I was like "it's fine, I'm gonna freeze them with sugar"... But she was right, they are horribly pasty and dry. Urk. I don't want to use them, but what am I gonna do with them? Feed them to the large slugs in the backyard??? |  Copyright H Otto, da wench at 11 yrs old, with little brother |
 Copyright H. Otto: little brother grinning cuz he got a hatchet for his 11th birthday! |  Copyright H Otto... The forementioned 11th birthday. |
 Copyright H Otto... A birthday smile. | Then, it turns out that whoever screwed 8 metal squares onto the shelves I am painting (and finished tonight) did not make it square first. Duh. So I had to take them all off, square it up and rescrew them all on. Jeepers. And then the final goofiness.. I realized when I was downstairs taking some tools down now that it is not so damp... that I have boxes with screws and nails, I have three toolchests, all sorts of stuff taking up space, ON a workbench, and the workbench has cupboards and drawers in it, and they are all EMPTY!! DUH DUH DUH wenchie!! |
 Copyright 1989 Wench77.. yup, that is me, with henna-d lock of hair over my eyes, funky nice sweater from Ogilvy's of all places (hoighty toighty), and affected shirt collar | Well, I am daring to suggest to the woman I took voice lessons from last summer that I try out for an alto position in the women's choir she runs... I saw an ad for altos. EEK... It would be very very cool.. they do everything from medieval to motown. I doubt I can sing well enough, or read music well enough, but I am going for it. yup. Well, you know what? I am so tired I can't even remember what I wanted to write about today. I am just braindead. oh well. So I am signing off. |
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zzzz, at 6:10 am,
me, wenchie.
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
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