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Beading Tomorrow


03 Jan

Tags: anglican rosary, art, beads, brother jack
Posted in Artwork, Great Sites | No Comments »

I know just what I’m going to be doing tomorrow — working on rosaries!! Whee!

Yes, I’m a twit, but that’s a Spiritual Twit, mind you.

I have the extra cobalt crystals I needed for the Gothika Blue Anglican and I am considering a slight bit of re-beading. With the extra beads, I like the possibility of enhancing my vision of the rosary.

I also have the bail (the thingy used to attach a pendant to a necklace) for The Quiet Professor Anglican Rosary. It’s really much prettier than I expected and is truly going to make the rosary.

I also looked up prayer ropes, prayer beads and Malas. I can’t make the prayer ropes, unfortunately. That takes too much dexterous handiwork and my hands have enough trouble keeping a bead from taking an unwanted voyage across the room. Prayer beads are very similar to Malas, just more generic. They’re used for everything from meditation focal points to prayer. Malas are definitely something I want to try beading. I bought some cord and beads for the first one I’ll make, which is… hmmm, 27 or 28 bead Mala.

And, Chotkis! No, that’s not something gathering dust on your shelf and made by Franklin Mint. I first heard about chotkis from Logospilgrim. Learning about them is what renewed my spark over rosaries and led me to the Anglican Rosaries. I found a place that had some very well drawn design templates (for beaders), and I will be making one of those, once I decide on the type of beads I’ll go with. I am leaning towards the Czech glass pearls, or the Swaroski pearls. Either would be beautiful. I wish I could do a knotted one, but I’d be handless after completing it.

If you get a chance, go check out my brother, Jack, and his new segment called Guitar Ramble. I bought him the webcam for Christmas and it works quite well. Plus, you get to see what Jack looks like.

Schizophrenic Murderer Goes To Fair


19 Sep

Tags: brother jack, mental, news, Pribek
Posted in In The News | 1 Comment »

That’s the big news here in Spokane. A local mental hospital that houses criminally insane patients, took a group of their patients to the local fair going on this week. From CNN:

Paul, 47, escaped from the fair around noon, which launched the massive manhunt and brought criticism from many, including state government officials. Sheriff’s officials told CNN affiliate KREM-TV that Paul also escaped briefly in 1991 and assaulted a law enforcement officer.

Ya know ya areI wonder if this story doesn’t call for being featured on Brother Jack’s blog as aMindless Yob in the News. Not the murderer, though, the idjits who took his to a fair!

Needless to say, there’s been a lot of flak over this and people are pointing the finger left and right looking for someone to blame. I’ve heard more about the blame since Paul escaped than I’ve heard about what’s being done to track down this guy, and lock him up, with his meds, for good.

Here’s another tidbit showing what this fellow is like when he’s not on his meds:

Paul was committed to Eastern State Hospital after admitting he strangled and slit the throat of community activist Ruth Motley in 1987, KREM-TV reported. According to court documents obtained by KREM, Paul believed Motley was a witch and killed her in response to voices in his head.

He subsequently burned a deer carcass as a sacrifice, according to the documents.

The extent of Paul’s illness was disturbing even to mental health professionals, KREM reported.

Yesterday I had an appointment downtown with the doc. Where I go to the doc is an area of Spokane that appeals to people like Paul. Usually I go alone to my appointments, but Richard went with me since this guy was probably somewhere in Spokane.

Ain’t my husband sweet?

Sooo Neglected


30 Jun

Tags: brother jack, mammogram, optician, panic attack
Posted in Artwork, Health, Rambling | 4 Comments »

I still don’t write in my blog enough. I wish I were as verbose as Brother Jack. He’s just more worldly than I am. I suppose if you rarely leave your home, you really don’t live all that much.

I do live more in my mind, though. It’s a weird place. It used to scare me more when I was a kid and didn’t understand most of what was going on in this brain of mine. I’m not saying I understand it all now — which, if I did, I wouldn’t be scared of going out in public — but I approach it differently now.

I’m still a scaredy-cat. Right now I’m just absolutely terrified of having either a panic attack, or that weird pain on my side, in front of strangers. Usually, I don’t have to think about going out. I have to go tomorrow, though. I’m going to the clinic for a mammogram — aka boob smashing. Joy. I’m not considered a risk since there was only one person in our ancestry to die of breast cancer. That was my grandmother — mom’s mother. My grandfather — my dad’s father — had skin cancer, but didn’t die from it.

I should be able to pick up my new glasses. That is if I get the mammogram done quickly and I have enough time to walk over to the optician’s office. If, after I get them, I can get this webcam working, I’ll take a photo of myself in the new glasses.

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