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Saturday, October 24, 2009
I woke up feeling terrible this morning, but knew I needed to function beyond a level of staying in my pajamas and pulling the covers over my head. I decided to take a pain pill; after all, that is the purpose of pain pills - to allow me to function when pain is trying to knock me out.
Well, I beat the pain and had a wonderfully productive day. I checked into photography classes and found out that starting in January both my husband and I can take classes for free from the store where I bought my camera. So perhaps my dream of being a professional photagrapher may come true. In the meantime I just need to devour my owners manual and learn all I can from it.
My husband has been building a remote control helicopter. It has really helped his mood and relieved a lot of stress from work. Another prayer answered! He has quit smoking again as well. Anyway, he has been spending a lot of money on this hobby and asked if there was anything I wanted. I said an airbrush. Tomorrow we are going to look at airbrushes and decide whether we can afford the 6 month weekly class that is offered to learn all about different airbrush applications.
But the best thing by far is the progress I am making on my angel painting. It is almost finished and my husband thinks it's the best thing I've ever done. He says he thinks I have gone to a whole new level. I am quite happy with the results; it is turning out as I envisioned.
Now if I can manage to remain migraine free over the weekend so Gary and I can have some real quality time together. If I do get a migraine, it won't be the end of the world.
Life is good. All praise to God.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Here I am in my pajamas in the middle of the day. Does that remind you of a "Talking Heads" song? Problem is I did not sleep at all last night and have relapsed with the flu.
It is all quite frustrating, when you have set your mind to get in shape and then run into repeated stumbling blocks. I know, just look at the bright side and all that I get accomplished while I'm up all night. (Another "Talking Heads" song comes to mind. Only my desire is not to stay up ALL NIGHT LONG.)
More bright side, my hermit crabs are nocturnal so they are more active at night. I added a fourth to the colony yesterday. I know, who gives a darn? Well, the crabs do, I guess. They are funny and they each have their own little personality. I don't know if I'll ever be able to cook another lobster.
Eating one is an entire other thing. I mean I like cows but I still eat beef. I just wouldn't slaughter one. Couldn't hunt Bambi either but I'll eat venison. So now no more cooking lobster at home. I'll let someone else do the killing as with the rest of my seafood, meat and poultry. OK. I think I can still manage to steam clams at home.
Why am I thinking about food? And no, the hermit crabs aren't starting to loog good to me.
Anyway, I do think I'll go have a yogurt and contemplate why I have the desire to write a book when blogging is such a challenge.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Here I am at 2:20 am. I've already been up for an hour. It's interesting, I just read the health article on insomnia and it says NOT to take a hot bath before bed. I have been trying to incorporate night time baths into my routine because I was under the impression a bath with candles, soft music, aromatherapy, etc. would help you relax and turn off your mind. I guess I've been fooled.
Turning off my brain. That is one huge problem. I can take two doses of prescription sleep aids at night, once at bedtime and once upon awakening 3 hours later, to no avail. My mind seems to overrule the meds.
I'm thinking of writing a book while I am this nocturnal creature. I am even more active at night than my cats and my hermit crabs, both nocturnal by nature. Anyway, back to the book idea. That's the rub; I need a good idea for a book. I have no doubts about my writing skills. The question is what to write about.
I have thought about chronicling my lifelong journey with depression that resulted in a serious suicide attempt. When I woke up in the hospital one of my first thoughts was, "Damn. I'm still alive." But through the grace of God i have turned my life around 180 degrees. That should be some fodder for a book.
I don't know that I could write fiction. I guess with enough research I could write about anything. I need to discover my own formula like so many of today's novelist that crank out one book after another.
Something else I think I would be good at is editing manuscripts. That would be downright fun and it would satisfy the perfectionist in me.
Perfectionism. That's a whole other blog in itself.
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