Something so strong, should have carried us away

This is a digital canvas that Melvin had made of my Starfish painting. I think it came out well, despite my resizing it for the computer.

Went to the coffee house today to check on buttons for my show. Again Melvin's idea, and there was only one left. Melvin should be my manager, he's brilliant that way.

My sister and I keep in touch mostly through emails because she doesn't want to make mom feel bad and go outside and talk to me. Sis tells me she is doing better, and will talk to a minister tomorrow. I have positive feelings about this. I may not be a religious person, but I think this is right for mom.

If I were in this situation, (I've thought of this) who would I feel comfortable talking too? Maybe his Holiness, The Dalai Lama? I don't know. I usually talk to the trees because they keep secrets and they are very old souls.

she's got a carborator tied to the moon...

First thank you everyone for your kind thoughts and wishes.

An update on my mum. She is with my sister at my sister's house and is ready to go back home. She has promised to never try it again. My sister and I want to believe her and honestly I do. She is a very strong Christain woman, which is why this really shocked and upset me. As a troubled artist in my youth, thoughts have crossed my mind, but I never would seriously commit suicide. Because of MY upbringing.

Her and my sis will go back to the house over the upcoming weekend, and I have arranged for one of my mom's younger friends to stay with her for a few days. Mom has also agreed on counseling with a minister. Also going to check to see if her insurance covers a nurse coming to visit the house once a week. If anyone can think of anything else...

Other fronts-the opening of my show will happen soon. It goes up next week and have started to hang flyers around town. It's the big countdown. June 1 we hang it, June 8 is the official reception.

Last week was very emotional and full of the good and the bad. Melvin received some good news but I'll let him do the honors because it's his to do.


One of my son's goldfish died. Very bad.
The little man took it well. He wanted to help with the burial. I realize many people just flush fish, I don't have the heart. We had a proper funeral under the lilac tree and said a few words.

Over the weekend we almost lost another fish. I had an emergency cleaning of the bowl at 9pm, and the cat held a vigil for him overnight. I am happy to report the remaining fish named Sid is alive and well, thanks to Sid the cat for his prayers.

...now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare...

I'm sorry I haven't been around. My brain hurts, my stomach is weird.

My mom tried to kill herself yesterday. She tried sleeping pills.

My sister drove down last night to be with her, and this morning is driving back to her house with my mom. I haven't been able to talk with anyone to find out exactly what has happened.

I'm so sad but I'm also very, very angry and I don't know what I'm going to say to mom.

the rain keeps falling...down..down...

There is plant envy in my house.

The avocado plant is jealous of the ficus tree.

It's true.

The ficus had been struggling all winter, while the avocado loved life.

The ficus is now outside enjoying the rain.

Too windy and a bit too cool for the avocado.

The avocado leans towards the glass window with a sad longing watching the ficus laughing.

take her to Spain, hear her complain...

I saw a red fox today behind the library-I'm taking it as a good omen.

If I had chickens, I wouldn't be so happy to see him.

Today a headline caught my eye, "Doctors Save Keith Richards' Brain"

I can think of several things wrong with that statement. I love ole' Kief but really, how has he been functioning since the 70's?

Our little threesome of a family went to Tribeca Film Festival and saw "Lassie". I cried a bit and our little man was probably the youngest in the theatre and was a good man. It wasn't until we came home after a long day, did he have a meltdown. It was a nice day in the city. The movie has Samantha Morton from Morvern Caller. I think she's a lovely actress. (It takes a lot for me to say that)

The movie we rented over the weekend was "Talk to Her". I cannot say enough nice things about this movie by Almodóvar. It was not like his usual film tendencies. Melvin and I decided it was more like a French film. More emotional than physical. If you are familiar with his films, you'll know exactly what I mean. The colors are vibrant, the cinematography reads like a Travel and Leisure Magazine. Find this film and watch it and get back to me.

adieu

Panic in Detroit...

Today I'm going to wear my Che Guevara shirt.

I always feel like Jack Black in Orange County when I wear it-
"Let's start the revolution".

Reading in no particular order (when I get the time)

Parenting an Only Child.
It comes across as a self help that rationalizes and dispels myths about only children.

Indecision by B. Kunkel
I made a Freudian slip the other night and called it Indulgence, then this morning I thought it was Indifference.
I'm just glad that Melvin talked me out of buying it.

Eco-Renovation-The Ecological Home Improvement Guide.
This also comes across as self indulgent. If you had thousands of dollars, you too could live in a perfect eco friendly home.

And two books Melvin bought me.

The Brief History of the Dead by Brockmeier
I started this one , but I'm going to read Kunkel's book first.


Never Let Me Go by Ishiguro
This was a surprise book and it sounds interesting.

Travel and Leisure magazine
I enjoy these mags because they always give me nice color and decorating ideas. And our library has them.

And it ain't me who's going to leave...

First off-why in the hell do I have an Atheist ad in my blog-I never knew atheists have ads. At least I don't have a Star Trek ad!(I'm looking in your direction melvin)

Next-is anyone else completely amused by the handicapped word verification?

I become extremely dyslexic when someone is spelling something to me. It comes from my mom being embarrassed to try to pronounce a word, so in turn she would spell it. My brain shuts off. Completely.

"How do you say it mom?"

"P-U-R-P-L-E"

I swear it's just like that but neither of us are that bad.


I laugh at the voices though. Very "Logan's Run".

Also-trying to find some counseling for my mom, speaking of which. She is not handling my sister's death very well, and I'm trying to contact people from a distance who may or may not offer grief counsel. I think she needs a group of parents like herself to meet and talk.

And still working on getting prepared for the show at the coffee house. I am about to attempt a wheat paste/Japanese style hinging method for my painting on paper.

Melvin made a rather lovely postcard for the show. Will have them soon I hope.

Please wish me luck.