Yes, I’m completely obsessed with a large black and white dog who follows me underfoot everywhere I go. I mean, how could I not be? No person or other living thing has ever liked me as much as this dog does. Continue reading “Gus’s One Year Anniversary”
I would say it feels like there are a lot of projects slowly progressing at the house, but it doesn’t just feel that way. It is that way. Lots of simultaneous projects, each slowly nearing completion.
In an alternate universe, I would be about ready to pop out a baby in the next couple of weeks. Continue reading “The Color of Joy “
Gus is a Munsterlander. In other words, basically nobody has ever heard of this dog breed. This breed of dog has a black head and it’s body can be varying amounts of long white and black fur. Our buddy Gus, has more white fur than most Munsterlanders you see in Internet photos. Continue reading “Gus”
As the weeks wore on before the big move into the house, I tried my very best to amp up my excitement. Just a few months before, I would have screamed with joy at moving into our home on our land. But I was having trouble mustering emotions. I am still having trouble finding any emotions; a sure sign the the dark cloud is slowly lifting. Depression strikes me with waves of emotional outbursts followed by complete apathy before it subsides. So I have been biding my time and riding the storm out. The transition began; I sent a letter to our landlord giving our thirty days notice. And then I promptly broke out in a rash.
It’s been a rough several weeks here at the Homestead. Continue reading “Don’t Bring Me No Flowers “
For my love, Tyler. Always and Forever your cheek.
You can’t even believe what the house looks like at this very moment (or what it smells like for that matter-paint fumes have created a toxic cloud that extends several feet around the perimeter). Continue reading “Internet Message”
It began with a strange smell or scent in the air. A sixth sense I have. Then some sneezing and wheezing (a whistling sound when you breathe in). Eventually my lungs start itching. It escalates quickly….far too quickly. It’s an itch I can’t scratch. My fingernails want to claw deep inside my chest cavity and break open my ribs, when in fact my lungs aren’t itching at all. It’s my body. My body warning me that I am not getting any oxygen to my lungs and into my blood stream. A wimpy cough comes out. It’s not deep, it’s a not cough from deep down inside my gut. It isn’t wet with phlegm or even dry and hacking. It’s shallow…it’s breathy. Oh geez. It’s my asthma. Continue reading “Never Take A Single Breath for Granted”
A very gorgeously-rustic looking man, that I happen to be married to, wanted to record a message about working for the internet. (And also, for me, due to my continued screw ups on painting this week).
Disclaimer: I just want to make clear, from the beginning, that in no way do I fault or want to discredit SDSU as a fantastic collegiate option for students in music or in other studies. There is and has been an incredible amount of talent in the faculty and the amazing people I attended school with (including my husband) are amazing because of the music department at SDSU. I had amazing teachers and friends in Brookings. The struggles described below I had in my scholastic studies and relationships are purely of my own doing and search to find a place where I felt I could “fit in.” Continue reading “The One True Thing I Know After Thirty Years”