I Don't Mean to Keep You

My sister's been diagnosed with
bi-polar disorder.

I'm stunned and going through the whole gambit
of emotions:

Denial--no, she's just mean and manipulative
Pity--all these years? and she's lost so much
Self regard--do I have it? it is a genetic disorder
Anger--the medical profession is barbaric, why don't we know more?
Inquisitive--I'll wiki it
Helplessness--I don't want to be around my family
Selfishness--I don't want to deal with this
Frustration--what to do?
Apathy--it's really not my problem
Blame--my parents have a lot to do with this
Wistfullness--I wish this would just go away
Hope--maybe this will open new doors
Love--what can I do to show her a better way?
Fear--what about the children? how will they make it through this?
Protectiveness--how can I drag my own kiyis into this?
Exhaustion--what's the solution?
Procrastination--I'll call her again tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

Ginger

If I had a daughter,
she'd probably be 14 by now
and have an oral surgeon appointment today.

Her orthodontist would probably
elect
to remove 4 of her 8 bicuspids
in order to fit her with braces.

I'd be in denial
of the drama soon to unfold, quitely sipping my tea.

Groan--My Tail Bone

I slipped half way down the stairs
(because of my socks)
and ouch! Does my tail bone ache.

That hour and a half drive
seems dreadful . . .

Ack. Visual Records

I thought I'd sort out a few pics
I've been meaning to have printed--
it's been a while.

Since February of 2005, I guess.
Well, that's an old folder I found at any rate.

And visual journals are suppose to be easier?

Does Anyone Know Where I Can Find A Kidney?

Kidney sofa, that is?

Still Soaking It All In

I'm just having so much fun.
I mean, really.

I stumbled across a sentence in our History text
that had the name of Hatshepsut in it.

From there, I wiki'd of course, which led
to a fascinating academic discussion on the merits of Wiki,
and THEN I discovered this fantastic, feminist
debate on her! Not to mention a _recent_ artical on Queen Hat
in the Smithsonian magazine by Elizabeth Wilson!

Ah! I could simply collapse in bliss.

It's so nice to be loved.

Know Something

This linked course is becoming hard to teach
w/out a complete understanding of the most recent
scholarship on ancient civilizations.
Idea: Wiki it.

You people help me solve all of my problems.

What's Wrong with the Fuse Box?

I've decided that the doe and her fawns
have come to watch me make coffee every morning;
they are watching me.
And having a snack while doing so.

An aside: There's a cricket in the garage
and his echo is driving me insane.

I'm hearing voices in the wood
behind our house.
Relax, the voices are really there.
We have a secret path to a playground--
in fact, if I had twins who were going in, say,
second grade, the top public school
in the city would be in our back yard.

This entire experience is all so strange to me;
I keep waiting for it to collapse.
And watching others continue to struggle is, well,
no picnic.

Just a few snap shots today from my world--sorry, I'd let you in the house, but it's still a wreck. 

It's actually raining today. 

Rinky dink camera . . . 

I'm calling this the aphid bush (sorry you can't see the aphids). 

The apple tree . . . 

A glimps of my neighborhood . . . 

The fawns are loosing their spots. 

I Miss You All and Think of You Often

My local paper posted the question:
What if 9/11 had never happened?