today I made some rocks but I haven’t found nice flat rocks here, so I haven’t given them so many coats of varnish as usual and will play with them making hills on my patio and give them to friends.(hint hint Shar send me flat smooth rocks please)
I’ve been here irregularly not always finding the mood to write but suddenly I have people reading my stuff (tho it may be due to one recent topic of interest ) and it has surprised me and made me think maybe I have something to say!
The difference between having readers and not having readers is having something of value to say. My life may be interesting to people because of the choices I’ve made and how and why I’ve made them. So I thank my new readers. I don’t promise what I write will charm anyone but I’ll write in my voice of an old woman working thru her thoughts and concerns, some days down and some days up but always steady forward in my journey on this road less traveled.
Do remember that as I write here I do so as a kind of self- therapy, trying to beat back the troubling mental decline of age I sense is just around the corner..
Some people say people shouldn’t sleep in their cars. Why is that do you think,
where should they sleep is they have no home and are lucky enough to have a car to sleep in??
Now there are statutes that say it is against the law to sleep in your car.
What about sleeping in my rv?
This is my home, that doesn’t make me homeless even tho I sleep on wheels
Owners of RV parks say we should sleep in their parks, not in the street and they charge too much to just sleep there overnight.
If I am homeless where can I spend the night ?
Maybe we should be planning inexpensive housing instead of lining political pockets at the expense of the nearly homeless.
Maybe we need public bath houses with hot water and soap and potta potties for those homeless via just bad luck.
It can happen to just about anyone and is happening more often than ever, and it seems it won’t get better any time soon, our social fabric has been torn leaving many families and children fragmented and forlorn.
What is the answer?
Get old become an inconvenience
My mind feels heavy, sluggishly languishing here empty
my thoughts have no weight to hold them in
they are forgotten before they are recognized,
lost in the void that is my mind with no exit,
To embrace only half a thought is useless to me,
Get old become an inconvenience .
CONVERSATIONS WITH MY MUSE
Do you think one can come to be so touched by words that a relationship is formed without knowing whose words they are?
I wonder because I feel energy in these words and I wonder if everyone who reads them words falls in love with the writer.
Or is it me?
Have I been aroused from my sleep to realize my days are getting shorter.
Am I satisfied how I am living them,
Will I regret not reaching for more……..
Su Modo Positivo de Pensar
Su pasión de la Vida
Sus palabras “Piensa mas grande, Katy”
(Palabras que yo paso a mis nietos)
Recordado con Frequencia con una Sonrisa
Te mando saludos, donde seas amigo.
I know what I need to do but I’m having trouble getting things done, or doing things that have no relationship to what needs doing.
I have four 20 x 20 inch good canvases that I should paint something fantastic on but I’m afraid I’ll make a mess so I haven’t even tried to paint anything on them, instead I spend time organizing my paints. My studio is a mess so I’m sure that will be my next project wasting time before getting started painting.
I need to watch some videos to get ideas to find my way back into a painting. The whole moving plan has my mind distracted from the steps I need to have a successful move, a successful future on the road.
I’m assuming you know about my plan to buy an rv and live in it blissfully making my way around the country side selling my art…tailgateart, here and there now and then and forever thankful for the idea that could work for me and my old age life.
I”ll start making lists, it’s so nice to be able to scratch them off as they are completed. I feel very excited about my new life plan and wish I had everything ready now but it looks like I won’t be able to go forward until May. Meanwhile I need to sell some paintings . And make prints to sell. And take my stuff to the market to sell. And add photos of my work to our neighborhood news.
One unsettling problem I’ve had is that my computer died and took along with it my photos Some but not all I’ve found in the cloud and can use them for prints, but the separate albums I”d make of family and friends is gone. I have an external hard drive but honestly I don’t know how to use it, everyone says just plug it in, but how to I know what is happening. I bought a refurbished MacBook so I’ll try to see what is on the hard drive using this newish computer.
Another failure computer wise, can’t find my pictures on the external disc, says I have no permission to see what’s there. I tried to correct permissions but couldn’t. Guess I’ll go organize my paint .
LA POLLERA DE PANAMÁ. Isabel Corson
LA POLLERAS DE PANAMÁ ISABEL CORSON, MY NIECE
A beautiful costume worn on many Panamanian holidays and fiestas…and that’s my daughter in the wedding pollera
My mind is like a ball of feathers,
thoughts float to the air some captured while others disappear forgotten.