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
Thursday, Jul. 07, 2005 - 5:00 a.m.
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Flooding Therapists with Fears
ok this is a fake entry.
I should have been in bed a half hour ago... I am actually going to see my therapist for the first time in a year or two... noon appointment across town. agh.
But I want to talk about the adoption stuff and don't want to do it here. Or rather I want professional feedback.
I am really happy about the repairs I did to my basement... It used to flood everytime there was a heavy rainfall... and last night around 6:30 pm we had such amazing downfalls that they closed the freeway, cars were stranded, hundreds of basements flooded etc, and I had NO water in my basement. Yay!!!!! It was a bit hairy for a moment or two since the toilet was bubbling up like it was going to errupt. I closed the lid (it was spraying blurp blurp all over) and prayed. Well sort of prayed. I crossed my fingers and hoped. And it stopped without backing up all over the place. yay!
Well, gotta run. Busy day. Therapist in the morning, and then taking the cats and dog to the vet in the evening for their yearly shots. $$$$$ day, youch! Thank god I got another small contract to do for a magazine (the one I do hilarious drawings of renovation mishaps for) that will cover some of that. I really REALLY am hoping to get out of my credit margin for sheer moments when I finish coloring in these two books (books 3, 4) of the South Korean contract. And then MAYBE have some $ in the bank (though I must remember it really is due for income tax) when I do books 5 and 6.
The endless contract I tell ya.
And i sent away my ticket form for the musicfest I used to go to all the time in August. Last time I went is when ob screwed me around royally two years ago. First time I went was in 1985 as a young idealistic broke artsy fartsy. Twenty years ago!!! I will be camping in the woods for a week, listening to drumming til I want to puke, and eating veggie food. Maybe doing some body painting. Hoping I don't run into ob. yup. I used to work there... which I tellya was way more financially efficient... it is volunteer work, but while I was there I didn't spend much $, being as it is in the woods and all, and if you volunteered for a certain # of years, for at least 4 weeks each year, you got a stipend that helped pay your travel fees. God I forgot how it was to barely have any $ and all those women who got there but didn't have travel $ to get home! hah!
The bummer thing is that the day I leave is my birthday... I don't really want to spend the whole day of my birthday on the road, so maybe I'll travel the night before, and stay with ob's cousin on my birthday, and drive to the festival the next day. I dunno. It could be fun to see Detroit again, even though it is a Sunday. hah!
well, night night y'all!
me
wenchie
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