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
Friday, Sept. 15, 2006 - 1:34 a.m.
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Twee vaders and tons of traffic
OK, quite the day.
rushed to get some drawings done... finished scanning them at 2:30 pm, and had my first shower in days in my new painted, newly calked bathtub... yay! I love the yellow.
And then headed out to pick up a cd of scans of pics in a picturebook I did, and drop off the drawings I had just finished... out in the burbs. The pickup went great, but it took me NEARLY TWO HOURS to get anywhere near where I needed to drop off the drawings... the traffic was inching along, gridlock everywhere. Several traffic accidents. And to top it all off, all that was on the radio was live interviews and speculation about the Dawson College shootings here yesterday (two of my tenants were in the building at the time... they left their personal belongings in school when they were evacuated and had to come by to get house keys and use the telephone)
At 4:45 I realized I was nowhere near getting to my editor before 5pm, so thought I'd call to ask if someone could stay to get the package... and when I called from some industrial office building... there was only an answering machine saying they closed at 4:30 pm. yay. I really did NOT plan to take that long to get there.
So I turned around to come back home. I really was going to just drop off the pics and go to Toys*R*Us for some sales, (they are waaayyy out in the burbs so I seldom get there). But no go. No dropping off, no Toys. Just a pointless three hour round trip in hellish traffic listening to speculation about the killer's blog and clothing predilictions.
But hey, I picked up that cd right?
ahhhh... both my new G4 and my old G3 refuse to read it. Just spit it out again without so much as an icon. OK, the G3 actually says "cannot be read by this computer". Great.
What a day.
I was a nice person though and called artsyguy to tell him his motorcycle was on the wrong side of the street and he'd get a ticket. Nice me. So he came home at lunch to move it and knocked on my door and I went for lunch with him. It was ok. But at least I know now how he is. The walls are up. yay.
OK, new topic... I want y'all to go watch this AMAZING VIDEO. You might cry. I cried. It is great. And not too schmaltzy. Not scary. Just cool.
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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
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