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
Sunday, Aug. 13, 2006 - 11:55 p.m.
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Wenchie Returns, but no photos yet!
OK, I have been a bad bad blogger.
I dunno. I just seem to feel it is too personal to blog about my personal life right now.
It is messy.
Artsyguy is up and down. Loves me. Doesn't spend time with me. Finds we aren't working out. Then invites me all over the place and comes over all the time. Thinks we don't get along. Tells me I am easygoing. Says he doesn't want to see me. Says he is my boyfriend.
ack.
I think there are meds for this kind of thing.
hah
I won a free horsebackriding lesson.
I have photos.
It was kinda cool.
It was mostly a horsetakingcareofhowtogetitoutofthestallwithoutgettingkickedetc kind of lesson.
And I made a friend of a big horse (gelding??) named Magic. He was like a big dog. A sort of scary big dog cuz when I stopped petting him and walked away he kicked his stall door a bunch of times. He was big. Bigger than the one we rode.
I saw Superman Returns in IMAX 3D. It is the first thing I saw in imax 3D. I can live without it. Yup. Very gadgety and harks back to them Viewmaster things we had as kids. Gadgety.
Superman Returns isn't the best movie for infertile people. Really not. Oh well. It was schmaltzy but fun.
And very unbelievable. I mean, even for superman. You wanna be tossed around inside a jet, leaving the atmosphere with scarcely a dangly oxygen thingie to breathe through, a jet twirling around, upside down, every direction, thousands of feet or miles or whatever in the sky, hurtling to the ground, getting hit with luggage and other bodies, not a seatbelt in sight (!!!) and not end up with a single bruise? Well, it apparently works in Superman. To ordinary humans. That is silly. I think they would have shaken baby syndrome. Or something.
But what the hell. What do we expect from IMAX 3D?
Lurve. oh lurve.
Yes, lots of Lurve.
OK, finished my work for tonight, sent it off to the client, and gonna go to sleep.
zzzzz
Tomorrow I'll try to actually upload one or two of the thousand or two photos I took with the ol digital camera.
nite nite
me
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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
