Since February
I've been so wrapped up in facebookland that i didn't realized that i haven't posted anything since February. It's late August...
Like all of us i grapple with existence. My existence, the existence of others. Why we have to work to survive when if we were allowed to freely become experts in our trade, there would be no need for money, just barter. Why we have to pay for health insurance when none of us were asked to be brought into this world nor have we asked for any of the things that ail us. Why most of the beauty in the world is engulfed by ugliness. ....just your typical, basic questions that make day-to-day conversations hard to smile through.I have to constantly tell myself that everyone deserves to be happy and doesn't deserve to be brought down by my realizations and random thoughts. (Smiles everyone, smiles.)
now that that's out.
Was happy to go back to New York City even if it was for just one day and with people from work. Walked down through Chelsea to the Highline to see the flora and fauna in the late spring, then down to SoHo past Cynthia Rowley's boutique and lunch at Balthazar where we saw Jessica Alba and her daughter. Then it was a visit back to Washington Square Park where i was happy to sit and people watch for a few minutes before stopping at a book store then making our way to Penn Station for the bus ride home. I <3 NYC.
Took a week off during my 39th bday milemarker and the daughter and i visited my mom, sister, new nephew, 3 yr old nephew and bro-in-law in Birmingham AL. Was nice to be with family and was great that 3 friends from high school were able to stop by and enjoy some bday cake and conversation. We made a tourist stop to Sonic.
The hubby, daughter and i, also during that bday week, made a day trip to Salisbury Maryland to see hubby's aunt and uncle and then on to Ocean City for a day in the sun and surf ...and shops ...and Boardwalk Fries ...and sand in places that hurt to wipe when you don't have a shower to remove said granulars.
Still enjoying book club once a month. Some of the reads aren't my fav, but, i respect the work that goes into writing a book so much that i can seldom hate any book. They are just different from one another. And i cannot put thoughts together enough to write well.
The daughter is growing up fast. She starts high school on Monday. She has a boyfriend. She has a hickey. She has been accepted into the local high school arts magnet program with 100% on her portfolio plus her in-studio work. She's already been given an assignment for the summer in Art and English -- 5 drawings and 2 books. (To Kill A Mockingbird and A Seperate Peace.Of which i've seen tkam movie and hadn't heard of asp. Bad, i know.)I was the model for the full figure (haha) drawing and i was a terrible model. i couldn't stay still very long. i made her take a picture with her phone so i could do laundry, eat lunch, take a drink. it was torture. She was frustrated with drawing fingers. I warned her. Fingers are tough to draw. They look crooked and disfigured most of the time. Feet, she can do.
Enough about me, though i'm available for questions.
Like all of us i grapple with existence. My existence, the existence of others. Why we have to work to survive when if we were allowed to freely become experts in our trade, there would be no need for money, just barter. Why we have to pay for health insurance when none of us were asked to be brought into this world nor have we asked for any of the things that ail us. Why most of the beauty in the world is engulfed by ugliness. ....just your typical, basic questions that make day-to-day conversations hard to smile through.I have to constantly tell myself that everyone deserves to be happy and doesn't deserve to be brought down by my realizations and random thoughts. (Smiles everyone, smiles.)
now that that's out.
Was happy to go back to New York City even if it was for just one day and with people from work. Walked down through Chelsea to the Highline to see the flora and fauna in the late spring, then down to SoHo past Cynthia Rowley's boutique and lunch at Balthazar where we saw Jessica Alba and her daughter. Then it was a visit back to Washington Square Park where i was happy to sit and people watch for a few minutes before stopping at a book store then making our way to Penn Station for the bus ride home. I <3 NYC.
Took a week off during my 39th bday milemarker and the daughter and i visited my mom, sister, new nephew, 3 yr old nephew and bro-in-law in Birmingham AL. Was nice to be with family and was great that 3 friends from high school were able to stop by and enjoy some bday cake and conversation. We made a tourist stop to Sonic.
The hubby, daughter and i, also during that bday week, made a day trip to Salisbury Maryland to see hubby's aunt and uncle and then on to Ocean City for a day in the sun and surf ...and shops ...and Boardwalk Fries ...and sand in places that hurt to wipe when you don't have a shower to remove said granulars.
Still enjoying book club once a month. Some of the reads aren't my fav, but, i respect the work that goes into writing a book so much that i can seldom hate any book. They are just different from one another. And i cannot put thoughts together enough to write well.
The daughter is growing up fast. She starts high school on Monday. She has a boyfriend. She has a hickey. She has been accepted into the local high school arts magnet program with 100% on her portfolio plus her in-studio work. She's already been given an assignment for the summer in Art and English -- 5 drawings and 2 books. (To Kill A Mockingbird and A Seperate Peace.Of which i've seen tkam movie and hadn't heard of asp. Bad, i know.)I was the model for the full figure (haha) drawing and i was a terrible model. i couldn't stay still very long. i made her take a picture with her phone so i could do laundry, eat lunch, take a drink. it was torture. She was frustrated with drawing fingers. I warned her. Fingers are tough to draw. They look crooked and disfigured most of the time. Feet, she can do.
Enough about me, though i'm available for questions.