The meetings of my many thoughts... my own inner dialogues and pictures of things I've loved and liked and seen this year... say what you will... There's never a wish better than this when you only got 100 years to live. All photos copyright Lattegirl/aka terry gillett Copy at your banehttp://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping Read Full Story

Today was much better, thanks. Grade-school kids can be a handful, but also a joyful bunch if you just step back and watch them be.http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping Read Full Story

Don't mean to scare anyone but I'm starting Step 4 and it's a bit scary. It's a mind freak, in fact. (Haha! and the Angel himself is fuelling it... which is good for my eyes if not for the soul.) Today the Trailer Trash Ice Queen Bitch said something within my earshot (deliberately) that sent me into a tiny tailspin. My heart beat hard, my adrenaline pumped in anger. I had to breathe deeply and yet I could not dispel her. But why the fuck would she matter? She shouldn't. But she hurt me... Read Full Story

I need to make a CD of our Vermont trip. One of the girls gave me her disk and it was created on a Mac, I can't read it. Thankfully, I have my own photos. Unfortunately, I promised to burn them for the folks you see here. I started my Monet watercolour last night. But I felt like my SIL, when she first started scrapbooking. I recall that she had chosen all her bits and pieces of accessories but was afraid to commit to actually starting the work. I've done the top left-hand corner of blue... Read Full Story

A Blogger "scheduled outage" begins sometime soon, instilling a mildly panicky feeling. Must! Update! Quickly! I was given very enthusiastic congratulations this morning for serving 42 breakfasts to students yesterday a.m. (I do this for 1.5 hours two mornings per week). I was a bit taken aback by the compliment, because I am not making fluffy perfect omelettes or pancakes for the kids; I, along with 2 other adults and two students, am merely pouring cereal and milk, chopping and serving... Read Full Story

Yesterday I had no excuse, but today I could choose to drink out of anger, frustration, sadness, fear... but I don't think I will. Not only would it not do me any good, it would not change the situation, make anyone else better or be helpful at a time when I need to be a good and strong sister and daughter. Yesterday I thought I was bored. A friend told me it was merely a calm period, and why not enjoy it? She was right. It was a relative calm. We are unaccustomed to tranquility. Our... Read Full Story

Sunday, day of rest. The few tentative plans I made went right out the window and I had a long, blissful nap. I find by the weekend I am simply wiped out from the constant barrage of meetings, people, conversation and concentrated thinking. Enough! Sleep, TV, music and fiction are going to be my Sunday activities from now on -- well, after next weekend, which is going to be a hectic one.http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping Read Full Story

I am listening to my absolute favourite musician in the universe, of all time, of my entire existence: Mozart. He really carries me away when I'm feeling iffy. Which I was (feeling), this morning - a powerful urge to drink came over me. A spree at Walmart quelled it. I went in to buy a new alarm clock (a battery-operated $5 model, good in power outages) and left with a 4-disk "collector's edition" box, beautifully packaged, of selected Mozart hits. And a few other things, $94 worth of other... Read Full Story

I had a ride into Montreal last night and dropped into Taco Bell, unannounced. The look on my son's face was priceless - a fleeting few seconds of recognition, disbelief, and amazement. "What are YOU doing here?" he asked, and we hugged hard. I handed him an industrial-sized bag of white sports socks (20 pairs for $9.88 - gotta love Walmart) and T-shirts, and his co-workers giggled at the mammoth package of socks. Classy joint, that Taco Bell. The floor desperately needed sweeping and one... Read Full Story

It's been a very busy week, and next week promises to be even more packed. Over the past few days I've not slept enough, drank too much coffee, and crammed in more than my usual number of daily meetings. I know I ate food, but it was mostly forgettable meals on the run, which is getting a little tiresome. A few things rather dominated the mental landscape, however. 1. Trip to the vet for Mikey. I thought he was losing weight, and all kinds of scenarios went through my head: feline leukemia... Read Full Story