Light and Darkness

Look what I did.

Who's doin it?!

simply

...

you

OZZY

Saw him in concert. It was great. More later. Bed now.

Hey.

I love you. Now, come find me.

secret exultation

I probably may never reveal it to you, but you may already know. It probably makes you uncomfortable because I am alone in my emotional reveal. Again, I'll probably always keep it quiet. It's ok. I don't expect anything in return.

I love you.

God's Last Meal

Marie Callender's Pot Pies make blind men see and lepers unlep.

Seriously.....this stuff is goooooood with a guh-ood.

Is it bad that I want molest its flakey crust with my tongue?

Strumming My Pain

I'm teaching myself how to play the guitar. I've always wanted to learn and it's on my bucket list. Emmy received a guitar from my sister years ago as a Christmas gift so....why the hell not?

Most of what I do is self-taught. I still have lots of lessons to learn: piano, crocheting, drawing, etc. I'm sure I could benefit from an expert's advice but I'm still enjoying the process. I must say that my fingertips are sore as are my joints. I don't know what hand exercises other than practicing scales and chords will alleviate the pain.

Seems silly but I'm proud of myself for picking this up. Dr. Z will understand this. I've tried to eliminate all joy from my life as punishment so introducing something into my life? Woh.....feels weird but I'm going to keep at it.

Now back to my chords.

A November Morning

Loving...

~ weather cold enough for crocheted booties
~ tapioco pudding
~ an orange Sharpie pen

Sunday Morning Joys

crisp 50 degree with no jacket
clean palette of blue sky
Bear Naked banana nut granola
a cold Braeburn apple