november 18, 42 degrees, 21 tonight with hard freeze warning, (people are scurrying home from work, already accidents all over the highways) - i have the windows open and ceiling fans on.....
ok, it's probably my problem.
11.18.2008
11.17.2008
inched out
it's finally cooler and breezy, taking away some of the staleness. ohio is getting snow.....
i am growing tired of my inch-arts. made a whole bunch, don't know what to do with them. now that i have started small, i guess maybe i should go a little bigger - probably ATC's and off-beat scrap pages... baby steps....at this rate, i might make a decent-sized painting by the time i'm dead! i realize that these tiny canvases bring me the feeling that i have a tiny bit of control. i can produce order, even if only one inch at a time.
my house is a live, relentless hurricane. whenever i get it all sorted (into manageable piles) luka goes through and sweeps the toys, kitchen utensils and other non-toy essentials into a carpet of items that, if stepped upon, would cause a trip to the ER for extraction. dinosaurs, trucks and tiny pieces of toys...
piles are my method of organizing. i have piles everywhere, and now i am making piles of tiny colored thingys, or i make a 6 x 6 assortment if i'm really ambitious. yes, for those who also do that, i do admit that 6 x 6 is just a lame way for me to commit, or to give the bad ones a place to hide amongst the ones that turn out ok. :)
i am growing tired of my inch-arts. made a whole bunch, don't know what to do with them. now that i have started small, i guess maybe i should go a little bigger - probably ATC's and off-beat scrap pages... baby steps....at this rate, i might make a decent-sized painting by the time i'm dead! i realize that these tiny canvases bring me the feeling that i have a tiny bit of control. i can produce order, even if only one inch at a time.
my house is a live, relentless hurricane. whenever i get it all sorted (into manageable piles) luka goes through and sweeps the toys, kitchen utensils and other non-toy essentials into a carpet of items that, if stepped upon, would cause a trip to the ER for extraction. dinosaurs, trucks and tiny pieces of toys...
piles are my method of organizing. i have piles everywhere, and now i am making piles of tiny colored thingys, or i make a 6 x 6 assortment if i'm really ambitious. yes, for those who also do that, i do admit that 6 x 6 is just a lame way for me to commit, or to give the bad ones a place to hide amongst the ones that turn out ok. :)
11.03.2008
3 at 3
november 3rd, 3 am, 2005.
no one can forget the moment their child is born. for me, my kids' birthdays are more difficult than exciting. instead of reveling in their growth, i want to go back to that moment when i first looked in their eyes and hold them close forever. when i was young, i didn't want kids. then i found out i was pretty sick and couldn't have them anyway. then it mattered. but we didn't heed the docs warning to try immediately after my surgery if i wanted any chance.
i digress. but it's all i think about....well, almost. the other stuff is confidential...
starting over??!! not in any way, except in a long-lasting end-of the road kind of way. how do you turn back now that new boundaries have been set with family? some family... other family boundaries haven't changed at all. i want my happy life back. i want to breathe again..........
no one can forget the moment their child is born. for me, my kids' birthdays are more difficult than exciting. instead of reveling in their growth, i want to go back to that moment when i first looked in their eyes and hold them close forever. when i was young, i didn't want kids. then i found out i was pretty sick and couldn't have them anyway. then it mattered. but we didn't heed the docs warning to try immediately after my surgery if i wanted any chance.
6 years later, on the first try, our miracle daughter em came along. then, after a 5 1/2 year struggle, through the miscarriage of our daughter (we named her maggie), i held what i hoped was a sister for em. but what we got was a boy. and now i could never ever dream of a life without a boy. he is amazing, and after a difficult painful and diabetic pregnancy he refused to leave my ribcage even with 4.5 days of induced labor - so he came to us c-section.
my em turned 10 13 days ago, and my son is 3 today. but i can still smell those minutes, feel their skin and tiny breath, hear their cries....i've got to remember all of that and still turn around and see how incredible they are, and how much they make me proud to be their mama.
physically too, it was a really long recovery from being pregnant with my son. with more health problems now, my age already catching up, i have been far from the same. it's hard most days to keep up with them both and i have a lot of help from rodney, but he is back in school, and not really with me...we are in separate places in life. and i am here, where i promised i would never come, and after a complete year (on halloween night) i am still not a part of this place. i still miss home with a deep sadness, miss the boys, miss my/our good life and the comfort of knowing my city inside out. it took more than 23 years to make that life, a life i bitched about because there had to be someplace more beautiful to live. i was thinking the mountains or northwest. my husband and i dreamed excessively about getting out of town and heading northwest to oregon or montana, maybe even canadian rockies. so why was that rendered not important? we made a quick decision at a bad time, and spent all of our money making it happen, just to pat ourselves on the back for doing the right thing.
starting over??!! not in any way, except in a long-lasting end-of the road kind of way. how do you turn back now that new boundaries have been set with family? some family... other family boundaries haven't changed at all. i want my happy life back. i want to breathe again..........
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