Posts Tagged ‘problem’

Some Explanation


19 Nov

Recently I Tweeted (heh, I know da language) that I was planning on doing something scary — ask a stranger for help.

I need to exercise. That’s not easy to do around here because most places are several bus rides, or a very long walk away. To get to the nearest pool by bus would require a total of almost three hours out of my day, with an hour to swim.

My husband suggested that I find an exercise buddy, someone who drives, that would go with me. It would shorten travel time, give me extra time to exercise, if I needed it, and give me the secure feeling I need since it’s hard going anywhere alone.

This means that I need to figure out which pool to go to, then advertise for my buddy, and strike up a friendship with a stranger.

Then there is the problem that there might not even be a pool I can go to, so….

*screams*

Have I Gone Off My Nut?


19 Nov

Good grief! I go from sarcastic memes to deep introspection and some ONE has a problem with that? I’ve never had to delete a comment before in all the years I’ve been blogging. Not even the comment I received after my Mimi died and I was berated for feeling grief over a “dumb animal” did I delete.

I am glad that there are more people out there with a kind word than those who are looking to spread their poison.

Two things you folks who follow my erratic posts need to keep in mind is that 1) this is my blog and I can say whatever I want on it, and 2) give me a break! My latest, deep thinking posts, were ones that I almost kept just for myself. I know I’m perceived a certain way on this blog, but that’s because there is a lot I haven’t or don’t wish to share. I’m going through something that is wonderful, annoying, and scary, and this blog is helping me to work it all out.

If you just like the silly, sarcastic stuff, don’t worry, I still have plenty of snark in me, and there is an endless number of memes out there for me to dig my claws into. If you don’t like my more serious, stream-of-conscience writing, you don’t have to read it. If it does touch you, then I want to know. What I don’t want is some jerk telling me that I’m nuts and ought to just “go kill yourself and save the whining for someone who cares”. Yeah. That. It almost made me shut down comments completely, but as I wrote earlier, there are more kind and thoughtful people and acquaintances, and friends out there, then this evil creature.

Blessings to you folks with the kind hearts.

Maelstrom

I May Be Selling My Art Supplies


29 Jun

I haven’t been able to draw a straight line for a very long time. My hands just tremble too much and it’s damned annoying.

On a side note, yes, I know shakey hands are not something you ignored for a long time. Trust me, I haven’t. So far the doc believes that the trembling is due, in some part, to arthritis pain. The shakes tend to get better after I’ve taken my meds.

So, back to the art stuff. I have tons of paper and sketchpads, more markers than you can eat, and drawing pens, as well as paint and some small canvases.

The other problem I’m having is my eyes are just getting plain old. If I want to see anything decently up close I either have to use my reading glasses, or take them off and squint.

I hate giving up any of my art stuff, but I haven’t put any of it to much use for almost two years now. Maybe I should try selling the whole lot on eBay.

Mebbe I jus’ won’ tink about it.

I Have Been Here Before

I am seeking a question.