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. 10, 2004 - 12:42 a.m.
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Comical Me with Dirt on My Hands
OMIGOD!! It's me in a comic strip!!
I never even heard of Luann... apparently it is also Sugaslice, who so kindly mentioned her when she did my adultkids survey. yeah. Anyways, that one strip there is so ME. hehe.
I'd love to write more but I gotta go see about packing. And finishing up some laundry. I've gotta be up before 11am (and it will get worse... i have workshops on Sat and Sun mornings at 10am... ack! AND playparties at night... oh sleep, can I see you in my near future? Non?? ack!) since Hotsauce is picking me up at noon. Gotta eat, shower, walk the doggies.
And now i gotta pack. yes yes it was on my to-do list for the past week. Figure out what to wear in Toronto for the kinky weekend. Sigh.
Now I just want to sleep... it is the low time of my day. I'll wake up soon, but that is bad... I have to be in bed by three, not getting my second wind.
I leave you with a scan of my hands from massaging doggies before her bath last night. But now she is super clean-ness doggies ... white and fluffy. Or she was before she went outside to lie in the aftermath of Hurricane Frances! oops!
tah!
wenchie
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