Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
3. My second little grandson Mr. Drew was baptised today. He is 3 months old and he smiles. I have no doubt I will love and adore him as I do Mr. Ryan, but the absolute best part of all of this is seeing my Jessica as Mr. Drew and Mr. Ryan's mother. She is a wonderful mother in every way. And she is my beloved daughter. I'm taking a bullet for this girl, anytime, anywhere.
4. JB made potato salad for the occasion and I bought this cake, which was almost too beautiful to eat but once cut, it tasted as good as it looked. I'm so into color these days. I love to visit Aimee's blog at http://www.artsyville.blogspot.com/ because she splashes color every which way.
5. I finally pulled out and tried on my summer clothes and YIPEE-DO!: I've lost weight. Almost everything is either too big or, best of all, finally fits. Sometimes I almost feel cute, which is ridiculous for my age but what the hell. The kjbabe project chugs along.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I don't know if she forgot it's my turn or what because she seems to be looking back and looking ahead at the same time, which can make anybody very dizzy but for some reason kj thinks that is a good thing for her to do and I will admit she seems happier some of the time. Maybe she didn't want me to do this story on friendship because she had a hard time with someone and she is still sad and sometimes pathetic about it. Anyway, I told her kj to just get over it and she gave me a scowl look that made me think she is not going to pay me my $10 this week.
But that is okay because my best friend Marianne sent me another of her fantastic hand painted mandalas and told me I could sell it for jellybeans, which I might do but I am also thinking about buying a rubber raft for Cape Coddy next week or maybe another polka dot bathing suit.
My best friend Marianne is from the Neverlands which I think is a very interesting name for a country. kj told me I am not pronouncing or spelling it right but I know I am so the heck with her for now and maybe for tomorrow too.
Anyway, my best friend Marianne also sent me this, which she drew especially for me.
So this is the first rule of friendship: Give your friends
little special presents, including drawings, stomach rubs, and ear pulls.
Then as many of you know I also have a portrait of myself being Jubilant which was done by kj's favorite good friend, lololo. kj really likes her because she says she has this really nice laugh and when you compliment her she says, 'awwwww," which I actually like too because she sounds like she means it and maybe even she gets alittle embarrassed when you say something nice to her. Anyway, lololo drew this for me because kj cannot do a very good job of it and I thought that was thoughtful and she made me look very adorable and of course Jubilant. And besides that she listens to kj talk and sometimes she gives her advice and sends her cards telling her to knock it off and cut it out.
So that is rule # 2: Tell your friends to smarten up in a nice way but then in a loud way if you need to so they can save time and not worry about stupid things like someone they liked hurting their feelings or pretending to forget them.Another picture I like is the one that Ribbon sent kj about world peas. At first I thought it had something to do with the garden, but then I saw this bird flying and kj said it was a dove carrying some kind of peace plant. kj likes that she got this from Ribbon because she thinks peace is a good thing. I like peace too--a peace of apple pie, a peace of radish, even a peace of a peanut. And of course I like all kinds of peas.
RULE # 3: Don't fight with your friends. Try to be nicer to them than you even really are because then they will be nicer to you and there will be peas. (You don't have to be that nice, just nice enough)
Next, here is something that kj found on Bella Sinclair's blog. Imagine this: She drew this bunny island before she even knew me. That proves that she has good intuition and that she knows alot about rabbits which I now know is the reason why I like her and I let her give me advice. Wouldn't you just love to live here in Bunny Island? I would. By the way, don't forget to pray for Bella because it will help her feel better and that is even more important than anything, even a year's supply of free jellybeans.
Rule # 4: Be good to your friends even before they're your friends. You never know when something you do might be very special to someone else and make them happy, and if you make them happy they will probably want to make you happy too.
and last, Rule # 5: If you can help it, don't just disappear and leave a friend sad and worried. Try to remember that when someone cares about you that is important and you don't want to hurt or worry their heart because they will be sad and if they are sad then everything might change and that won't be good because you might lose someone you like and then you will be sad too. (kj says to tell Anonymous Bird she is still thinking of her, and wishing her and Queen Jackie everything good)
Now do you think kj should pay me $10? I do.
I’m at the beginning:
Accept, Accelerate, Acquiesce,
and sprinting to the L’s,
Long, Loosen, Lighten up,
Onto to the T’s:
Trust, Turn in, Truncate,
Then to the final stop:
Zero. Zilch. Zenith.
I am plucking words,
And mixing colors
To explain why oh why
You are there
And I am here
And the in-between
Is alphabetically and phonetically speaking
These poems are for her. I wrote them at a time
My dearest Friend, know you are loved and protected around the world. The seed is planted.
So absently glad.
So nothing new
So clearly true.
So many times
Lost in rhymes
So many tries
And lovely lies
So many tears
So many years.
So sad so sad
(When you return
Please let me learn)
So sad so sad
So utterly bad
So lovingly mad
So sad so sad.
Flight in Rhyme
I dwell inside the foyer
And crouch along the wall
Waiting for a miracle
To break my gruesome fall.
Out the window
three blue foxgloves sway and wave
as though I could be that free too
If I would just let go.
You see, I really try to welcome fate
I don’t complain when it is late
I spread my fingers and willingly wait
But I’ll be damned: what does abate
Is often hope instead of doubt
I wonder why I shrink just then
The foxgloves bid me to spread wide
But I forget to bend
That foyer has an open door
Where visitors pass by
I often smile with open arms
And greet them eye to eye.
They tell me I am whole and fit
I tell them hardly, then I sit.
But they persist until I might
Flap my wings and pray for flight.
I could walk out the door
Into the light
I could raise my chin
And raise up my sight.
I could give up first
And sit down last.
I could whisper thank you
In the silver grass.
I could even agree
To heal my amends
And bypass the beginning
Until I get to the end.
I could and I would
I should and I might
Forget about shudders
And fly into the night .
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Two weeks ago Mr. Ryan came to stay for the weekend. He is almost two and a half and if you rule out the exhaustion he generates, he is absolute fun. Just watching him learn, hearing him put words together, chuckling over his very real and very playful sense of humor: it's just irreplaceably precious. I don't know if either of these pictures show his purity, but I hope so. For some reason I especially love this shot of him sitting in what we tell him is the "Big Boy Chair."
I have children in my life. Lots of them. Besides for Mr. Ryan and Mr. Drew, somehow half of my clients are children, ages four through seventeen. I'm in this weekly clinical supervision group where the teacher has a background in art therapy, and every week we do some kind of art while she talks and teaches and we talk and learn. So I've told my clients that over the summer we'll do that: coloring, clay, paper, drawing, writing stories. I've never ever done this before with kids, adults or myself, so it is both stretch and an adventure. Here is fifth grader D's 'Ollie Octopus' and grown up kj's 'Gregory Druid'. This clay is easy on the hands, pliable for hours, and slowly hardens after a day. So far, the kids and I love it.
Next: jb and I are driving to our friend's when a cardinal flies by our windshield and lands in a tree nearby. Can you spot him/her?
And finally, I don't have a personal or special relationship with Bella Sinclair, but like many in our community of bloggers, I am utterly sad and mournful thinking about her and her unimaginable loss. I came across this beautiful photo--an angel reaching out and down--and I thought of her and her husband and her children. . Love to you, Bella: in time I pray you and your girls will be okay. I believe you will. xoxo