The past few days, I've been squirrely for something of my own to do. This is a good sign:
After a month of working full-time researching, reading, writing, thinking, and experimenting with activities and dementia (more , if you count the time my brain keeps humming), (and only paid for half that time), I've finally felt that everything at work is going well enough that I could take a break. Actually, everything was going well enough from day 1, but I didn't trust it.
This work would absorb everything I could give it, and more.
Marz said, "You could make a book called Mine; Get Your Own."
Perfect. I spent the evening water coloring --I set up water colors every day at work, but I never get to sit down and use them for more than a minute.
So, here is my painting of my string ofmarshmallows in hell prayer beads from a friend of my parents I called Uncle Yaman--he'd brought them from his home in Turkey when I was little.
I just looked up the amber and it seems it is either butterscotch amber from the Baltic or a kind of vintage Bakelite called faturan used in Turkey before the 1940s to make prayer beads.
They are soft and clicky---very satisfying and soothing to finger, and I handle them a lot.
(This is like a continuation of the Three Things prompt--draw/write/whatever three of your things that are very "you.")
And now I leave for work. I biked on the Greenway bike path yesterday after a day of icey snow (too early!)----it was too dicey--I almost fell on ice twice, and I was tense the rest of the time.
So it's the bus for me until the sun comes out and melts the pathway.
After a month of working full-time researching, reading, writing, thinking, and experimenting with activities and dementia (more , if you count the time my brain keeps humming), (and only paid for half that time), I've finally felt that everything at work is going well enough that I could take a break. Actually, everything was going well enough from day 1, but I didn't trust it.
This work would absorb everything I could give it, and more.
Marz said, "You could make a book called Mine; Get Your Own."
Perfect. I spent the evening water coloring --I set up water colors every day at work, but I never get to sit down and use them for more than a minute.
So, here is my painting of my string of
I just looked up the amber and it seems it is either butterscotch amber from the Baltic or a kind of vintage Bakelite called faturan used in Turkey before the 1940s to make prayer beads.
They are soft and clicky---very satisfying and soothing to finger, and I handle them a lot.
(This is like a continuation of the Three Things prompt--draw/write/whatever three of your things that are very "you.")
And now I leave for work. I biked on the Greenway bike path yesterday after a day of icey snow (too early!)----it was too dicey--I almost fell on ice twice, and I was tense the rest of the time.
So it's the bus for me until the sun comes out and melts the pathway.