Friday Poems
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Oceans, land, the sky,
they change quite frequently,
But only to the eye pretends,
there is some mystery.
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Oceans, land, the sky,
they change quite frequently,
But only to the eye pretends,
there is some mystery.
Hatteras hammock{You've got to love a website whose motto is "Accomplish nothing."}
Friday's PET results left me quite blue. It's not exactly surprising once you've relapsed to find out from a PET machine that the cancer is actually growing. No, not a big whopper there. Still, in between scans I tend to piece my life together such that I don't spend waking hours actively thinking about stupid lymphoma. Then PET time arrives and really, there is no place to run, no place to hide.
Also my lymphoma? Apparently has a short attention span or has wanderlust because it does not like to return to places it has already been. This time it is checking out my aorta, saying "hmmm, wonder what that's like?" I say "Stay the fuck out of it!" That's what. "You are near it, that's beyond my limit."
So. I am rattled and blue by this little aortic adventure my lymphoma is on and to counteract all that blue, I decided it was time to bust open that gallon of Cornsilk I bought a month ago. A little furniture rearranging also never hurt anyone and I have a lifelong love affair with that activity.
before & after (south wall)I talked smack about American Idol all afternoon at work, anticipating a certain outcome.
I tried to tune in for the finale now, and realized that LOST is higher on our TiVo priority list than Idol. I (we) have missed the entire thing. And of course, it's something I (we) should NOT have missed.
Sigh.
That's instant karma for ya.
(I might need to instantly reconsider this "no-tv-in-the-bedroom" rule of mine).
I am going to test a new feature on my blog, hopefully you enjoy it as much as my checking account. Welcome to Wednesday Window Shopping wherein I drool over things I cannot (choose not to?) buy.
For the inaugural post, I offer you these beauts from Nine West. I tried the shoes on last night at the mall and fell...well...head over heels.
I have never had officially, legally, matching shoes and bag so this is a fascinating concept. Even if this bag is as large as my head.
In the car on the way to San Jose for the PET scan, yet another lively round of carspotting and discussion ensued between Jeff and Jaden. (I throw my opinions in randomly when necessary).
If I recall correctly, the appearance of a black BMW from Europe somehow sparked the following offering for automotive research & development. (My boys better forgive me for not remembering the exact model. Hmph).
I'm going to make a hybrid with flames!
Red and orange and green and blue FLAMES!
And it's going to be really, really long!
But not really long.
Not as long as the freeway.
-- Jaden
The Last Island
Bored on a waver
cast upon sand
beyond the hand
of hope
Palm trees
sea view
plains of day
Sadly stars shine
I watch the night
fade away
Dawns born
breathing breeze
white crested fingers
try for the sky
Sun climbs high
Man needs
Or die
Still moments
never soon
sun's so hot
its [sic] afternoon
Go away, away
dizzy dizzy
see how I chase the day
I must be, my eyes are open
Ha! me a loon
Breezes blow, nightime [sic]
I love the moon
If you do a search of The Stressica, you'll see no results for Grey's Anatomy before today's entry.
That's because the show makes me SO VERKLEMPT that I cannot speak of its greatness.
Talk amongst yourselves.
I'll give you a topic:
Um. Hello. McDreamy and Meredith.
Um. Hello. ELEVATOR KISSES.
Okay.
Talk.
Life is calming down. I feel it. Until next week, when it's PET scan time. But that is then, and this is now. Now, there is less than a month to go until the chaos of preschool ends. Now, I managed to give Jaden a great birthday (with a lotta help). Now, it is sunny, I am warm and happy and my MIL has pretty things around for me to photograph.
I want to do enough yoga by my birthday to complete an aerial handspring. Is that too much to ask?!!!!!
After Spray Paint Monday (SPM), it might be too much.
More on SPM tomorrow.


I took these for what I thought was pink and purple day. So we'll have them for Veggie Saturday instead. Lots more Color Week photos here, it's been a blast!
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For Maura* who asks:
Does the city ever change?
Over there there'll be a meadow,
Over there there'll be the same,
And over there there'll be a forest
On one of whose trees
We'll carve our name.
* Maura is my mother.
Art for the big-hearted, radiant woman who is ready to immerse herself in beauty.