Revised Wish List
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averygoodun421. A thoroughly healthy, happy Geoff. I so want him to beat this. I don't know that he wants to at this point, probably because he's afraid that if he changes, he'll lose his identity. It's an easy fear to fall prey to, and since he's had this problem, or something like it, for his entire life it's a reasonable fear to have. But he deserves to be happy. He deserves to know, to really believe, that he is worthwhile and important. We love him because he is, not for what he gives us or does for us.
2. Health. Mental and physical.
3. Willpower. If I had more willpower, I could use #2 a little more productively. Like cook healthier meals. Take Babe out more frequently. Schedule my day so that I'd find the time to paint. And write. And play. And parent.
4. The same self-cleaning, smooth-topped, quiet oven as before. And the remodeled kitchen to go with it. Some things don't change. ;-)
5. Strength. Mostly of will, but also emotionally and spiritually. A little physical strength would be appreciated, too.
6. For my SIL to ease up on my mum. For my brother's sake as much as my mum's. And also for her sake.
7. Wisdom. All around, not just in me.
8. Connection. Continued connection. New connections. Better connections.
9. To find my voice and use it well. And get it through my thick little skull that there are so many ways of expressing things, and we're not limited in the ways we do.
10. ... Something ridiculously frivolous, just for me. Something that will make me feel special and beautiful and worthwhile. Hell, I'd settle for a facial and a manicure. ;-)
We put up the Christmas tree today. It looks very nice. The pictures also look nice.
It started snowing about dawn this morning. Great big, fluffy flakes were trying their best to cover the lawn, even though it wasn't cold enough to really stick. It tried hard, and, for a couple of hours, it succeeded in coating the grass and hemlocks with a lacy white coat. The cedars just shrugged it off, as teenagers do.
In the protected shadow of one of the cedars, a leaf turned itself over. At first, I thought it was a mouse or mole, sticking it's head out to observe the snow, but then another leaf moved, this time preceded by a small hop. It was a bird, almost invisible with its markings of dead leaves. Orange on one side, brownish gray on the other, it was invisible until it turned over another leaf, searching for food.
I never had considered robins being so well concealed before.
The snow tried valiantly, but by mid-afternoon it had given in to the temperate air and changed to rain. A gentle rain, though. Out front, the bare branches of a deciduous were decorated with droplets, shining white against the gray day. The slight traces of snow on the spruce changed to a gray misting.
And as I went to the kitchen for something to keep the chill at bay, the cedars drew my eyes again. The paintings are coalescing. I will need paint. Soon. Tomorrow, though, the sketchbook will do.
Oh, and today, my mum and I went to the library. Mum accidentally locked the keys in the car, but instead of having to wait around for ages either for my dad to bicycle over or for the road service to appear, the librarian gave my mum and me a ride home to fetch the spare key (it being closing time, anyway). It was incredibly nice of her. Above and beyond, really.
My mum gave her a bottle of wine.
2. Health. Mental and physical.
3. Willpower. If I had more willpower, I could use #2 a little more productively. Like cook healthier meals. Take Babe out more frequently. Schedule my day so that I'd find the time to paint. And write. And play. And parent.
4. The same self-cleaning, smooth-topped, quiet oven as before. And the remodeled kitchen to go with it. Some things don't change. ;-)
5. Strength. Mostly of will, but also emotionally and spiritually. A little physical strength would be appreciated, too.
6. For my SIL to ease up on my mum. For my brother's sake as much as my mum's. And also for her sake.
7. Wisdom. All around, not just in me.
8. Connection. Continued connection. New connections. Better connections.
9. To find my voice and use it well. And get it through my thick little skull that there are so many ways of expressing things, and we're not limited in the ways we do.
10. ... Something ridiculously frivolous, just for me. Something that will make me feel special and beautiful and worthwhile. Hell, I'd settle for a facial and a manicure. ;-)
We put up the Christmas tree today. It looks very nice. The pictures also look nice.
It started snowing about dawn this morning. Great big, fluffy flakes were trying their best to cover the lawn, even though it wasn't cold enough to really stick. It tried hard, and, for a couple of hours, it succeeded in coating the grass and hemlocks with a lacy white coat. The cedars just shrugged it off, as teenagers do.
In the protected shadow of one of the cedars, a leaf turned itself over. At first, I thought it was a mouse or mole, sticking it's head out to observe the snow, but then another leaf moved, this time preceded by a small hop. It was a bird, almost invisible with its markings of dead leaves. Orange on one side, brownish gray on the other, it was invisible until it turned over another leaf, searching for food.
I never had considered robins being so well concealed before.
The snow tried valiantly, but by mid-afternoon it had given in to the temperate air and changed to rain. A gentle rain, though. Out front, the bare branches of a deciduous were decorated with droplets, shining white against the gray day. The slight traces of snow on the spruce changed to a gray misting.
And as I went to the kitchen for something to keep the chill at bay, the cedars drew my eyes again. The paintings are coalescing. I will need paint. Soon. Tomorrow, though, the sketchbook will do.
Oh, and today, my mum and I went to the library. Mum accidentally locked the keys in the car, but instead of having to wait around for ages either for my dad to bicycle over or for the road service to appear, the librarian gave my mum and me a ride home to fetch the spare key (it being closing time, anyway). It was incredibly nice of her. Above and beyond, really.
My mum gave her a bottle of wine.
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Date: 2007-12-19 03:49 pm (UTC)