tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71459358155083423812024-02-18T18:55:04.956-08:00Dream on a MoonbeamJaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.comBlogger173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-65569047146897148102016-11-13T08:24:00.000-08:002016-11-14T03:53:42.684-08:00and now...THANKFULNESS AND OTHER THINGS<b>It comes to mind about this time every year that I really need to be thankful for so many things, and I am (or should be) more thankful each year. </b><br />
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<b><br />While I have been recovering from head surgery I have been drawing. I have never been able to draw Mandalas because they just seemed too complicated. Well, I guess I figured out what I needed to do....I actually love them. </b><br />
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<b>So Thanksgiving is on it's way and I am very reflective this time of year, even more so now that the elections are over and I am thinking about what the future could hold. First of all, I'm so thankful for my whole family....outlaws, in-laws, and other laws....all are fabulous and I'm very thankful for them being in my life!! Without a doubt, I would not be able to do the things that I do without them helping and encouraging me.</b><br />
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<b>I was reading <i>Bella Grace </i>publication and came across this article about things that folks are thankful for. I thought that I would make a list too....and then I thought "blog"! The article </b><b>is about Gratitude. </b><br />
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<b>MY GRATITUDE LIST (Partial).....I AM THANKFUL FOR:</b><br />
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<b>* My ability to draw.</b><br />
<b>* The 5 other artists in the Artists' Studio at the Landing in Port Angeles, WA.</b><br />
<b>* Close friends, both near and <u>far</u><u>.</u></b><br />
<b>* My ability to learn new things.</b><br />
<b><i>* </i>The ability to see things on the bright side most every time<u>.</u></b><br />
<b>* My ability to keep on 'keeping on'.</b><br />
<b>* My hands to draw, my feet to carry me where I want to go.</b><br />
<b>* Autumn with all its colors.</b><br />
<b>* My studio at home and the studio at The Landing in Port Angeles.</b><br />
<b>* My computer, phone, and tablet.</b><br />
<b>* Snail Mail</b><br />
<b>* Books, especially audio books. </b><br />
<b>* My voice.</b><br />
<b>* Random acts of kindness - giving and receiving. </b><br />
<b>* Body spray</b><br />
<b>* Christmas </b><br />
<b>* Creativity </b><br />
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<b>I am hoping that the new year will bring new opportunities to be my better self, that I will continue to grow in my love and understanding of my fellow man and in my creativity. I am hoping there will be peace and happiness in the world....knowing that we don't always get what we want, but there isn't anything wrong with trying to achieve it, now is there?</b><br />
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<b>Janie</b>Janiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-17074772742532937582015-11-04T00:16:00.001-08:002015-11-04T00:16:30.986-08:00MY NEW ADVENTURES....IN ART AND FLOWERS<b>I have been so busy that I haven't had the time to even update my blog. I am so excited to tell you about my new and exciting business....FLOWERS ON A MOONBEAM.</b><br />
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<b>Just so you aren't confused, my arrangements are silk flowers with lovely sparkling brooches. So, the flowers were as beautiful as the first day she saw them earlier that month. </b><br />
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<b>I was thrilled that she loved the bouquet and then she asked me if I would do the flowers for her wedding! I was so pleased and working with this sweet gal has been a joy. The wedding is in March and it has given me plenty of time to get the flowers she wanted and to work on them as time has permitted. </b><br />
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<b>I am associated with Wedding Wire on the Internet and you can find me at </b><br />
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<b> Please let your single friends know about my web site. I will do weddings from Seattle to Forks, WA</b>.<br />
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<b>I have been busy in the studio as well....doing several new things. People come in and drop this or that on my desk and say "I know you can figure out something to do with this". Well, the latest acquisitions were some darling little mirrors from Italy! I will include some photos here.....</b><br />
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<b> And I'm still working on Steampunk Dolls....aren't they cute??? They are about 9" tall and have all the accessories as well as an envelope with their own story inside.</b><br />
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<b>I have also been collaborating with a couple of my artist colleagues and one of them is with my friend, Cherie Wilson who is working with Alcohol Inks. Her work is spectacular and she invited me to work with her on a piece recently. This is our first collaboration....and more to follow.....</b><br />
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<b>Loving you all and hoping that you find in your lives that you are thankful for life and all that it has to offer, including the trials for they are what makes us stronger, right?</b><br />
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<b>Happy Thanksgiving.....Janie</b><br />
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<br />Janiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-88735185388265386852015-02-24T04:26:00.000-08:002015-02-24T04:26:14.079-08:00I HAVE MET THE UNIVERSE<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><b> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><b><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424663119545_325817">Well, well, well, look at you! Janie Brackney is back on top of the world! What a picture! How splendid! Hallelujah!
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New friends to cavort with, wild critters sensing your confidence, and
children holding you in awe. Laughter ringing in your ears, happy tears
streaming down your face, and arms aching from all those hugs. My
goodness, if some of your old friends could see you now, Janie, they'd
faint.
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You've been visualizing, haven't you?
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Beaming for you,
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The Universe</span></b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424663119545_325817" style="color: #000066; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now, this may seem odd to some of you because.....really? The Universe? Really? It's just a computer program or app that I have subscribed to that sends me uplifting (for the most part) messages. Right? I know that, yet there have been so many times that I have found myself laughing because the Universe's words have been funny but true; I have found myself crying because the Universe's words have been sad but yet true. I have been stunned because the Universe has told me things I needed to hear right then at that very moment.</span></span></span></b></span><br />
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<b>"WHAT SEQUIM FEELS LIKE TO ME"</b></h3>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424663119545_325817" style="color: #000066; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">You see, I have always been one to try to think "outside the box", to believe in things that most might find odd or silly or unexplainable. For one thing, it certainly is a way of keeping life interesting and for another, it has been a way to cope with the difficulties I have encountered in life. </span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424663119545_325817" style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;">When I met the "Universe", I was skeptical but open-minded enough to think that this might just be FUN!! </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424663119545_325817" style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;">Well, I'm here to tell you that it has and is more than fun. It is inspiring and uplifting and uncanny how "right on" the messages are for me. Take the message I got today......</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424663119545_325817"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424663119545_325817">Well, well, well, look at you! Janie Brackney is back on top of the world! What a picture! How splendid! Hallelujah!
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New friends to cavort with, wild critters sensing your confidence, and
children holding you in awe. Laughter ringing in your ears, happy tears
streaming down your face, and arms aching from all those hugs. My
goodness, if some of your old friends could see you now, Janie, they'd
faint.
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You've been visualizing, haven't you?
<br /><br />
Beaming for you,
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The Universe</span> </span></span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424663119545_325817" style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;">This message is so "RIGHT ON" for now, today, this minute!! It makes me want to reach out and grab the world and say, "Yes, I'm back among the living, back among those who laugh and create and love."</span></b></span><br />
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<b>"TULIPS"</b></h3>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424663119545_325817" style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Not long ago I found out that these gems that arrive in my inbox on my electronics are written by a man by the name of Mike Dooley at <a href="http://www.tut.com/">www.tut.com</a>.</span> </span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424663119545_325817"><i>Mike Dooley is a former PriceWaterhouseCoopers international tax
consultant, turned entrepreneur, who’s founded a philosophical
Adventurers Club on the Internet that’s now home to over 600,000 members
from over 185 countries. His inspirational books emphasizing spiritual
accountability have been published in 25 languages and he was one of the
featured teachers in the international phenomenon,</i> The Secret. <i>Today Mike is perhaps best known for his free </i> <a href="http://www.tut.com/Inspiration/nftu/">Notes from the Universe</a> <i> e-mailings and his</i> New York Times <i>bestsellers</i> <a href="http://www.tut.com/tutshop/index.php/books/infinite-possibilities-the-art-of-living-your-dreams.html">Infinite Possibilities: The Art of Living Your Dreams</a> <i>and</i> <a href="http://www.tut.com/tutshop/index.php/books/leveraging-the-universe.html">Leveraging the Universe: 7 Steps to Engaging Life’s Magic</a>. <i>Mike lives what he teaches, traveling internationally speaking on life, dreams, and happiness.</i> </span></span></b></span></span></div>
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<b>Part of a new piece I'm working on</b></h3>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424663119545_325817" style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;">I want to thank Mike for coming into my life because he has brought the power of positive thinking back into my life, especially during a few years of great struggle for me. I have no idea how many lives he has touched with this little free note in in</span></b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>boxes all over the world, but I'm so glad he leaves me notes in mine</b>.<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><b><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424663119545_325817" style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span></b></span></span><br />
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<b>"RECOVERY"</b></h3>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424663119545_325817" style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;">I invite each of you to investigate "NOTES FROM THE UNIVERSE" and see how unbelievable it is that he 99% of the time speaks to you about what you need to hear on that certain day, at that certain time, about that certain subject.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424663119545_325817" style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;"> </span>Thank you for reading today and I hope your day is the best ever!!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><b><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424663119545_325817" style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;">Janie </span> </b></span></span>Janiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-3587728219774650102015-02-04T01:59:00.000-08:002015-02-04T01:59:21.060-08:00What A Year!!<br />
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I have thought many times over the past, well....two years....that life is just too hard. The trials and tests that I have had to go through have been enormous. Things have happened in my life that I never dreamed were possible, but I always try to look on the bright side of things and learn from those things that aren't so "bright". </div>
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Some of the things that I learned were:<br />
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A. I'm soft and kind but I'm also a warrior.<br />
B. It's really true that what doesn't kill me can make me stronger.<br />
C. I found out who my true friends were in this time of crisis and need.<br />
D. When one door or window closes, another opens but I have to be looking for it.<br />
E. What I take for granted can be taken from me in the blink of an eye.<br />
F. What can appear as a "bad" thing, can be an opportunity to learn more or grow from.<br />
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While I'm sure there are a lot of other things, these are what's in my mind now. Twice in the last two years I almost lost my life and twice something happened that I feel was a miracle that happened to save it. That tells me I have things to do, people to meet, and growing to do before I leave this earth. </div>
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During the time I waited for the surgery to remove my brain tumor, I received such love and support from my Landing Artist Studio "family" that I'll never be able to thank them enough. I was terrified and they did all they could to let me know that I was cared by them, that I was missed, and that they were there for me. </div>
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Since my surgery, my fine motor skills have been slow to come back enabling me to do the kind of art I did prior to the tumor. I have been working on learning new things and the photos from here to the end of this blog are just a few examples of what will be in the studio in Port Angeles this weekend.</div>
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My family drew together and encircled me with love and support, including my youngest daughter flying down from the interior of Alaska to be with me and Alan for support. Not the least, has been my wonderful husband, Alan, who has cared for me, who has held me while I sobbed for fear I would not live, and who was beside me every waking moment and watching over me many times in the nights that followed the surgery. </div>
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I have a new friend here on Mains Farm and though she was just in my life for a short time when all this started happening, she was offering me her love and support through it all. She even gave a donation to "Caring Bridge" in my honor that will help someone else. The most important thing is that she and her husband had us over to their home on Christmas Day and she prepared a wonderful meal, gluten-free (for my husband) and gave me a lovely bracelet that I will cherish. </div>
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Even my own therapist called the hospital checking on me during surgery, and called me once a week after I got home to help me over some rough patches. </div>
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When my dearest Alaska friend, Lori, found out about the tumor she told me that if I had to have my head shaved that she would shave her's in support of me. She has long, beautiful blond hair and I know this would have been a serious gesture on her part as we are like sisters. Just having her say this touched me deeply. Thankfully, she still has a full head of hair!! LOL</div>
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These are but a few of the special things that happened this past couple of months. I had visitors to cheer me up; I had almost daily emails from others, and the list goes on and on. I want them to know how thankful I am that they are all in my life. That just knowing they were there helped me when I would wake up in the middle of the night and wonder if I would see the light of the morning. </div>
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Now, don't get me wrong....I do not advocate brain surgery but I have had so many blessings because of it, and it humbles me, but mostly it helps me not take today for granted, to make the most of the day, and to do what I can now and hope that I can do other things later on. If I tear up and tell you how much you mean to me, it's because I have decided that there is no way for you to know that unless I tell you and I do not ever want to leave this earth without you knowing my feelings for you.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>A wood box with a scalloped front stating, "I have<br />decided to be happy. That . Is . All"</b></td></tr>
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We all live busy, fast-paced lives until something happens to stop us in our tracks and causes us to take inventory of our lives and what we are doing with them. I am one of the lucky ones who has had that opportunity. Oh, believe me, there have been lots of times that it didn't feel like an opportunity....but it was.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>A felt handbag with lace and tiny dark pink flowers hand-sewn on with a matching coin purse with an antique pearl attached as a zipper-pull. I have some other colors as well.</b></td></tr>
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Anyway, I wanted to take this opportunity to declare that I will never take it for granted again that tomorrow the sun will rise, and I will never take for granted all the wonderful friends and family that I am blessed to have surrounding me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>8" x 10" Black canvas with my drawing in white pen and ink and highlighted with acrylic paint.</b></td></tr>
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Here is to a new year, filled with bright surprises, joyous adventures, and profound happiness. Most of all, here is to a year filled with good health and an opportunity to grow as an artist, grow as a friend, grow as a sister, grow as a wife, grow as a mother, and just grow into the person I need to be. </div>
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Love and thank you for reading my ramblings, Janie<br />
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<br />Janiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-48430713737479448962015-01-07T20:09:00.000-08:002015-01-07T20:09:28.293-08:00PATIENCE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The dictionary states that "patience" is:<br />
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<span><span class="oneClick-link">the</span> <span class="oneClick-link">quality</span> <span class="oneClick-link">of</span> <span class="oneClick-link">being</span> </span><a class="dbox-xref dbox-roman" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/patient">patient</a><span>, <span class="oneClick-link">as</span> <span class="oneClick-link">the</span> <span class="oneClick-link">bearing</span> <span class="oneClick-link">of</span> <span class="oneClick-link">provocation,</span> <span class="oneClick-link">annoyance,</span> <span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">misfortune,</span> <span class="oneClick-link">or</span> <span class="oneClick-link">pain,</span> <span class="oneClick-link">without</span> <span class="oneClick-link">complaint,</span> <span class="oneClick-link">loss</span> <span class="oneClick-link">of</span> <span class="oneClick-link">temper,</span> <span class="oneClick-link">irritation,</span> <span class="oneClick-link">or</span> <span class="oneClick-link">the</span> <span class="oneClick-link">like.</span> </span></div>
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<span><span class="oneClick-link">quiet,</span> <span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">steady</span> <span class="oneClick-link">perseverance;</span> <span class="oneClick-link">even-tempered</span> <span class="oneClick-link">care;</span> <span class="oneClick-link">diligence:</span> </span><div class="def-block def-inline-example">
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<span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">I don't like any of those because I don't have any of those where I am concerned. I have so much patience for others that it drives my husband crazy, but for myself? oh,no, honey....it ain't happening!! Well, at least until this week. </span></span></div>
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<span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">For those of you who only follow this blog, I had a benign brain tumor removed about a month ago, yup, three months after the back surgery. I'm no young chick and this is NOT fun!! I feel so different with the brain surgery than I have with any of the other surgeries I've had....and I've had about 14 surgeries in my life....but who's counting. At this point in my recovery from any of those, I would have thought OK, pain....pain tells me I'm not ready to get out and get moving yet. This is different!!! I don't have a lot of pain, I'm getting the use of my hand and arm back, but all I want to do is sleep!!! I do one little thing, and wham, here comes the pillow! </span></span></div>
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<span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">Please, oh, please send me patience because I really, really need it. </span></span></div>
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<span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">This is more of my "therapy"....I'm not back to where I would like to be or where I had planned to be by now, but I'm not complaining...really....I'm not.....</span></span></div>
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<span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available"> huggs to you all,</span></span></div>
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Janiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-38075455361556218972014-11-01T23:24:00.000-07:002014-11-01T23:24:13.578-07:00Random Thoughts<br />
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I have been at this "healing" process for almost two months now and still have a small place on the incision in my back that just won't heal. I'm hoping that it will soon be a misery of the past so I can get on with my life!!<br />
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I have had several things on my mind lately....random things.....<br />
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A. Friends....old friends that I dearly miss and would love to spend time with and new friends who are just waiting to be made. We can't have too many friends!!! I am a fairly private person, but I still need friends...people I can confide in or people I can have some fun with.<br />
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B. Age....yeah, it rears its ugly head periodically. I am going to be into a new "century" of my life in six months. It scares me....because it's the "century" that my parents both passed in. I know I'm not my parents, haven't lived like they did, didn't abuse my body the way they did theirs, but nevertheless, I'm bothered by this coming event. Thank goodness I have a therapist on a retainer fee. LOL<br />
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C. Family....I am so proud of my family and my family by marriage. I am lucky to have such wonderful children, who though they are grown will always be my children. They are living their own lives as well they should, however, I love spending time with them and knowing they are happy and well is more than I can ask for. My "children" by marriage are special to me too....and their successes are important to me as well. I dearly love my grandchildren....from my married grandson to my little 3 year old grandson....all so precious.<br />
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D. Art, art, and more art....I am really missing being with my "studio family"....while I get my back healed and my strength back. A couple other physical difficulties have come up and I hope to have them straightened out soon. I want to be able to get up in the morning and go to Port Angeles and sit and work in the Artist's Studio at the Landing with my "art family". I love rubbing shoulders with these talented people, and knowing that I belong there means more to me than words can say.<br />
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E. World Events....I can't believe that there is so much violence towards others in this world. It is like an epidemic....too much to even believe what I'm hearing and seeing. I have always been of a mind that we must let each other live as we each see fit and not try to change what is working for those around us. I am frustrated by the powers that be in some areas in that they are not setting good examples for us to follow. The world would be a much better place if women were running the show, I've always thought. Egos would be less likely to get in the way and so much can be taken care of over a nice quiet lunch....Don't you think so? Are women perfect? No, but we are more gentle by nature and fighting is pretty appalling to most of us. Women can be strong peacekeepers because it is in our nature.<br />
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I just want to leave this world a better place than when I came here.I want the earth to be healthy, I want my friends, family, and neighbors to have all that they need....no more and no less, but to be comfortable. I want something that is ideal and feel frustrated by the knowledge that that will never be. The older I get, the more important it is to me to feed the hungry, to care for the sick, and to make sure no one goes to bed hungry or wakes up in fear. I spent a good deal of my childhood in fear and no one should ever have those feelings....either young or old. <br />
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F. On Being Creative....I am busily engaged in making Christmas ornaments, Christmas wreaths, and even doing some Christmas pictures done with pen and ink. I love the holiday season and all that it entails. I have lots of ideas and not much energy yet, but it is getting better with each passing day. <br />
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G. The Microsoft Band....my son gave me the new Microsoft Band. It is a health tracker, more than anything and I love that he worked on this project. It monitors my sleep, my calorie burning, my exercise, steps taken, etc.....as well as texts, emails, Twitter, and Facebook. I am amazed at technology and how far things have come since I was a girl of 14 and my family got their first television set. What a magical thing that was! Now I carry the world around in my pocket on my phone and on my wrist in the Microsoft Band. I am very blessed to have been able to live long enough to see these marvelous inventions and will see many more, I'm sure.<br />
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All for this time....I'll leave you with this thought:<br />
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<br />Janiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-47103718597410728382014-09-20T08:27:00.000-07:002014-09-20T08:27:26.059-07:00DOWN BUT NOT OUT<br />
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Not a very good picture, taken at an angle...."Tip Toe Through the Flowers"</h4>
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One of the best things about having to be "down" (recovering from back surgery) is that it gives me time to draw, which is my passion, and which I always put on the back burner until I have the time to do it. That, of course, is crazy! I should just be drawing whenever I feel so inclined, correct?<br />
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Well, this past week I really have been turning out the pieces of art. It feels great, let me tell you. For the most part I have been very happy with the results. I have a one-woman show coming up in October at a local art supply store/gallery and I think it would be fun to put some of my newer things up.<br />
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Doing my kind of art puts me in a head space of total relaxation and almost gives me an out-of-body experience because of the intensity of what I'm creating. It is also distracting from any and all discomfort I'm having from the surgery, while I recover.<br />
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I am finding that my form of art is being accepted more often, and in very diverse places. This past month (September) I have pieces at the Art Center in the Sequim Museum and at a Port Angeles Cafe. I was pretty excited about getting into the cafe as artists from our Studio had pieces in there in August too (everyone donated a piece to the cause of showing). I was just barely back from Seattle where the surgery was performed, and I got a phone call from a lady who lives in Seattle. She had been in the cafe I mentioned, and saw a piece she wanted to buy, and the proprietor wouldn't make the sale for me!! I lost the sale, even though I told the lady I would ship whatever piece she wanted. They were on their way out of town, headed back to Seattle so she declined.<br />
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These things should not happen. In the future I will make sure that the proprietor of whatever place my art is at, will take over the selling of my work.<br />
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I know that being able to draw is a precious gift that I have been given. I do not take it for granted and I hope and pray that anyone who buys my work will love it long after the sale.<br />
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I am trying to make a piece to give to my doctor who literally saved my life a couple of months ago...just as a little way to say a "Thank You", because without his expertise, I would not be here today. <br />
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I also did a couple of pieces with hearts in them...hearts have always been a favorite theme of mine.<br />
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Not sure of the caption yet and it hasn't been cleaned up yet or framed...."Heartbeat" </h4>
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This is done on a piece of scrapbook paper with raised French writing...and again, not cleaned up or framed...</h4>
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"French Hearts"</h4>
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Then, I finally decided to try my hand at doing a dog and a cat, plus I have an idea for another cat piece:'' The cat photograph didn't turn out very good but here is the dog:<br />
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You can still see the sketching lines and not much shading yet, but his name is "Scotty".</h4>
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And, finally, I saw some work by a couple other Zen artists online and put their elements together to come up with this really fragile "Brain Circus".<br />
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Not a very good shot....I'm calling this "Brain Circus".</h4>
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Today I think I'll start working on some Steampunk jewelry. I have lots of materials now and a couple of instruction booklets so now is the time to "jump in". Also, I need to finish up my christmas pieces...I'll show them to you when they are finished. I think they are pretty cute....<br />
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I really like this one...it's really on white paper but I couldn't make it show that way with my limited software, but the name of it is "Recovery", since it was the first piece I did after surgery.</h4>
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Last, but not least...."Summer Bouquet"...done on pink paper...I love the colors in this. It was fun to do.</h4>
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Peace and Love be with you all.<br />
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Thank you for reading my blog today.<br />
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Huggs, JanieJaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-87499337192917182992014-09-14T13:45:00.003-07:002014-09-14T13:45:29.208-07:00FRUSTRATION AT IT'S HIGHEST POSSIBLE PEAK!!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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So, I had the Lumbar Laminectomy surgery and everything went smooth as clock-work until it was time to leave the hospital. I had to have a certain type of bed to get in and out of, so the doctor said we come all the way to Sequim if we stopped each hour so I could get out and walk a bit. The trip was uneventful and I really have to give my husband a lot of credit because he had to pack everything up that we had at my son's (where we thought we would be staying for a couple of days).<br />
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I am now on day 7 post surgery. The bruising is incredible! However, the right leg pain is GONE!! The hip pain is GONE!! And....and.....I have been walking further from the house the past few days than I have since we moved in here, because the pain was just too much.<br />
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I have SO MANY limitations....but the main idea is to keep my back as straight as possible....so I don't sit too long or walk too long, but do lay a lot less than when we came home.<br />
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I am so anxious to get back to my regular life....when something is on the floor or below my waist, I have so much trouble not bending to pick it up! I am really dependent on my husband right now for my care. I'm getting a little more independent with each new day. Having that surgery was really a chance I knew I had to take, and now I can see how there are so many places in my house and at the Studio where things are in drawers way below my waist. I have this long stick-like apparatus that is pretty handy to use.<br />
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There are so many things in life that we all take for granted. We usually don't even give it a second thought that we might be handicapped in some way. The whole world around you changes when you become handicapped. I have had to learn to swallow my pride when I needed someone to help me with my bathroom "duties". I was pushing a walker around (for balance and support) but that walker made me feel really old...I'm talking 900 years old here!! I have other "medical supplies" also that make my life a little bit easier. I'm so thankful that I won't have to stay in this "straight" position very long. It's so hard to get around and do things and heaven forbid that anything falls on the floor. Again, I have to say that my husband isn't losing patience with me and my handicap at the present, and for that he is to be commended!!<br />
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I am so thankful that I am healing properly and that my being up and about is much easier. I am also thankful for things that I prepared to use during this time...i.e., Christmas decorations for the Studio, Steampunk jewelry for the Studio, and book work for my son-in-law. I also do the newsletter for our local Sequim Arts Association, and I will be darned if I'll let a little 5" cut on my spine keep me from getting it out on time! So, here is to hoping that the surgery results will stay as they are now or even get better. Is it painful? Yes, sometimes it's very painful, but most of the time it's pretty copeable. Now where is my "grabber".....<br />
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Have a wonderful one....JanieJaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-36374172430435512262014-08-20T23:54:00.004-07:002014-08-20T23:54:52.554-07:00GOOD TO GO.....<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I finally went to see a Neurosurgeon about my back. I have been in excruciating pain for far too long in my lower back, and though I'm on some heavy duty pain medication, it just isn't even taking the edge off the pain anymore. I can't walk very far, climbing stairs is difficult, and any bending or twisting is out of the question. I just turned 69 and decided that I should at least see a surgeon, since that is the ONLY thing I haven't tried to help my back pain.</div>
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I finally decided to see a Neurosurgeon about the pain in my lower back since that was the only thing I had not tried for the problem. When I sat across from the surgeon and he said, "It's an easy fix", I burst into tears. It felt like he was giving me my life back!! I decided then and there that I would go ahead with the surgery, even though it scares me to death.</div>
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<br />So, now I am getting the required exams and blood work that is necessary prior to any major surgery. Saw my GP today for a physical and an EKG. He said he pronounced me "fit for surgery"!! So all I need to do tomorrow is get my fasting blood work and still see my cardiologist for her OK and I am all set to go!! Any relief this surgery can give me will be very, very appreciated. I'm having a Lumbar <span style="background-color: white;">Laminectomy</span>. </div>
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On another note, I have been doing a few more pieces for the Studio/gallery I'm in and for a couple of one-woman shows I'm going to be having for the months of September and October, as well as the <span style="background-color: white;">Sequim </span>Arts Members' show, and anything else that comes along. So here are my newer pieces....</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>This Lady's Slipper is drawn over Shakespeare Sonnets about Love</b></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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I think I am having a fetish about shoes these days!! Because....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>"My Revolution"...a boot I sure wish I could wear!!</b></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Last, but by no means least....Alan and I celebrated our 9th Wedding Anniversary by going out to a fancy French restaurant in Port Angeles, WA. The waitress was kind enough to take our photo...<br />
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With that...I ask for your positive thoughts and energy sent my way on the 8th of September. I just know that this is going to help me so much and I'm trying very hard to only think positive thoughts.</div>
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Oh, and have you heard of <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><a href="http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=Best+ASMR+Videos+on+YouTube+by+Aaron+Nanto&qpvt=Best+ASMR+Videos+on+YouTube+by+Aaron+Nanto&FORM=VDRE" target="_blank">AMSR Destiny</a> </span>on YouTube? Check it out because it is really awesome!! I'm going to be using it to help with relaxation during my preparation for surgery and my recovery.</div>
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Again, Thank you for reading my little blog. I was also very fortunate to be written up and featured on <a href="http://www.serendipitini.com/">www.serendipitini.com</a> last week. Go check it out too!!</div>
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<br />Janiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-13424049320545128232014-07-24T23:15:00.000-07:002014-07-24T23:15:05.599-07:00SUMMER IN SEQUIM WASHINGTON<br />
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<b> New Black and White piece. Thought I would show it just for fun.</b></div>
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I had some dental surgery today and even though it was raining outside yesterday and today, I was thinking how beautiful it is here in the summer. We have beautiful flowers blooming all over our yard. Our nice backdoor neighbor, Barbara, gave us some starts for some yellow daisies and they are really lovely, blooming by the back deck steps where Alan planted them.<br />
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I also love the broken rose "tree" that still gives us the most beautiful pink roses!! It is broken at one point and laying against the fence. Alan wanted to cut it down but it is still alive and flowers and he knows how much I love roses so it still stands. He cuts them and brings them in and we have them sitting on the living room table to enjoy at every meal.<br />
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Out in front are the usual Lavender and white Daisies. I absolutely love those daisies as they stand so tall and proud in front of the front deck. It is something I've never seen before moving here to Sequim.<br />
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There are many flowers growing in my backdoor neighbors yard (Barbara's yard). She is an avid gardener and her yard shows it. I especially love the poppies. When I was a child in Wisdom, Montana, my parents had an overgrown, unkempt yard, but there was a large patch of red poppies with black centers and I thought they were so beautiful. I still love them and hope we have some next summer in our own yard.<br />
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We have yet to get a deer fence up to keep the deer out of our back yard where they would eat anything we plant there because most of the summer has been spent with me in and out of doctor's offices, and Alan has been my caretaker. He keeps the lawn mowed and waters faithfully and I think the grass is even more beautiful this summer than last.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjnTITp9uODaIYgL12IMs5d8FS7UkK1MF-yMvWypM4zcYZBb8c6eJPJb1IeqPV2Dqwd_MsSLruqzkSPMeTOoC_aNJcrI81hvLGq-AwaKyJPQEj50dZ2x1SmIkr1_gyIb-ksXUYwQADhE/s1600/more+flowers+in+the+yeard.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjnTITp9uODaIYgL12IMs5d8FS7UkK1MF-yMvWypM4zcYZBb8c6eJPJb1IeqPV2Dqwd_MsSLruqzkSPMeTOoC_aNJcrI81hvLGq-AwaKyJPQEj50dZ2x1SmIkr1_gyIb-ksXUYwQADhE/s1600/more+flowers+in+the+yeard.JPG" height="150" width="200" /></a>You know, most people who live in places like this, take these flowers and beautiful grass for granted. After living in Fairbanks, Alaska for over 25 years, it is all such a special thing to me to see these lovely flowers and shrubs and flower trees. One neighbor has a cherry tree, another neighbor has a pear tree. It is so great to see signs to "pick your own strawberries or raspberries" and other signs to get fresh veggies from local farmers. We really have come to a wonderful place to live and I'm more and more thankful for it each day I live here.<br />
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The next project we have is to put an old, unrepairable kayak out on the front lawn, fill it with dirt, and plant succulents and a few "deer proof" flowers and shrubs and put a couple of new trees in. It should be a lot of fun and I'll be sure and put a photo of this project on my blog when we get it done.<br />
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<b>The Flower Garden</b><br />
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<b>The Butterflies</b></div>
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Thank you for reading, and I'll try to write a bit more now that I'm beginning to feel better.<br />
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JanieJaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-2124605339091746082014-06-27T18:08:00.000-07:002014-06-27T18:08:29.673-07:00A-Z: R is for THE MOST REMARKABLE DAY!!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As most of you know, I have been given the opportunity to be a part of a small working studio/gallery in Port Angeles, WA, about a 1/2 hour from my home in Sequim. It has been like a dream come true for me, not only to be 'there', but to rub shoulders each day with other artists who do wonderful, inspiring work. I feel like they are my new extended family and I love the creative energy I feel when I'm there. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It is a working studio in that we all work on our art while we are there, a person making pottery, another does fractals on the computer (math based art), another is an acrylic painter, another makes jewelry, and the only man in our group is making a canoe. We each have our own area but the whole "gallery" is an open room for people to be able to browse, ask questions, and watch us work. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I recently took a vacation to Alaska to see my youngest daughter and her husband as well as my step-daughter and my grandson. When I returned I was told that one of my first drawings had sold and that the man who bought it wanted to meet the artist. Well, today he came in to the studio and picked up his piece and got to meet "the artist". </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It has always been difficult for me to see the abilities I have, especially where my art is concerned, because I create it for me first and foremost. In talking to this man (Brian), I found out that he is very knowledgeable about art, the "masters" of eras past, of techniques, and so on. I was wondering to myself, 'what in the world is he interested in my work for?'. He started to tell me that he was so impressed with my work, with the distance of each line being so precise, with the look on the woman's face in another drawing, and on and on. He said that he had not seen talent like mine in a very long time and that I was way under priced. He asked how long it took me to do the piece he purchased, and spent about 1/2 hour to 45 minutes talking with me. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When he told me that he had purchased the piece for a friend, I was so surprised since he liked it so much that I thought it was for him. Then he told me that he had come to Port Angeles to die, that he is ill and won't recover. He told me that he has made peace with this and is ready for the time to come when his adventure will continue elsewhere. He and I finally shook hands and he left with my wrapped piece under his arm. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I sat down at my work table and began to resume working on my current project and all of a sudden was overcome with emotions. This man, virtually a stranger to me, had given me a gift so precious that it is priceless. His words of praise and encouragement will be with me as long as I live. I did not feel sorrow for him because he is ready to "go", but I was overcome because he had seen in my work what comes out of my heart when I make something.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The piece Brian bought is called "The Red Maze". Each section of it is a different pattern and it is a piece that I did about 4 years ago, finally got it professionally framed, and kept it. I didn't like it when I did it, but kept it anyway. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm so glad I did. </span></span></div>
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<br />Janiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-56827716242756881092014-06-14T11:48:00.002-07:002014-06-14T11:48:20.199-07:00A-Z: S is for SUPERSTITIONS<br />
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Yesterday was my lucky day. I have several of them each year, noT many, but a few. It is on those days that I feel almost invincible, super-human, untouchable, etc.!! It was FRIDAY THE 13TH!!!!! I was born on the 13th and every day that falls on the 13th is a good luck day to me. Those same feels are not so in the world, in general.<br />
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Well, it wasn't just ANY Friday the 13th yesterday, it also had a full moon. Moon was my first word. As I was growing up I felt that if I slept in the moonlight that I would grow up to be beautiful. I must have read that in one of my childhood books or something, but every chance I got I would open the curtains and lay on the bed where the moonlight hit and sleep there.<br />
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Many people have different superstitions. Some are good for you and others can be a problem for you if you really believe them. You have probably heard the one where if you step on a crack in the sidewalk you will break your mother's back. Or if a black cat crosses your path that you'll have bad luck. Oh, and the one where if you break a mirror you'll not only have bad luck, you will have 7-10 YEARS bad luck!! Everyone knows walking under an open ladder is bad luck too. Right?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>A CARD COVER I MADE SEVERAL YEARS AGO</b></td></tr>
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Other superstitions are:<br />
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13: An unlucky number</li>
<li>3: a lucky number that signifies strength </li>
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666: The Devil's number, bad luck</li>
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7: a lucky number</li>
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A bird that comes in your window brings bad luck</li>
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A bride should be carried through the door of their new home for good luck.
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<li>A groom<nobr></nobr> seeing the bride before the wedding is supposed to be bad luck.</li>
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A lock of hair from a baby's first haircut should be kept for good luck</li>
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A person cannot drown before going under three times</li>
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A rabbit's foot brings good luck</li>
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An apple a day keeps the doctor away</li>
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An itchy palm means money will come your way</li>
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At the end of a rainbow is a pot of gold</li>
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Cold hands, warm heart</li>
<li>Crossing your fingers helps to avoid bad luck and helps a wish come true</li>
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Don't open an umbrella inside - it is unlucky</li>
<li>Dream the same thing 3 times, it will come true</li>
<li>Four leaf clover is good luck</li>
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Garlic protects from evil spirits and vampires</li>
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If the bottom of your feet itch, you will make a trip</li>
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If the groom sees her in her wedding dress before the wedding is also
considered bad luck and is believed to lead to an unhappy marriage</li>
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If you blow out all of the candles on your birthday cake with the first breath you will get whatever you wish for</li>
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If you spill some salt, pick some of it up and throw it over your left shoulder to stop bad luck from coming.</li>
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If your nose itches someones coming that you know</li>
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To find a four-leaf clover is to find good luck</li>
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To give someone a purse or wallet without money in it will bring that person bad luck</li>
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To have a wish come true using a wishbone, two people make a wish, then
take hold of each end of the bone and pull it until it separates. The
person with the longer end gets his or her wish</li>
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To make a happy marriage, the bride must wear: something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue</li>
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Warm hands, cold heart</li>
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Washing a car will bring rain on</li>
<li>When you speak of good luck, always knock on wood</li>
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When your palm itches, you will come into some money</li>
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These are to name just a few of the hundreds out there. Our language is sprinkled with these "sayings" and we really think nothing of it.<br />
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My Friday the 13th was spent with my daughter, having our nails done, eating at delicious restaurants, seeing old friends, and talking to those I love. Bad luck comes and goes, and as far as I am concerned bad luck comes in threes....now I'd call that a superstition too, wouldn't you?<br />
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Have a great one! Janie<br />
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Janiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-10924279936440274242014-06-09T09:44:00.000-07:002014-06-09T09:44:25.127-07:00A-Z: Z IS FOR ZUMBA AND ZENTANGLE<br />
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Today, as I sat and watched my youngest daughter work her tush off at Zumba class (two days in a row, even!), I all of a sudden realized just how happy I was to be here with her and to share in her life for the week I'm visiting. I haven't seen her for over a year and we haven't really had a chance to talk in over two years or more. I have really missed her special spirit, her loving ways, and her wisdom. She was there for me during a very difficult and dark time in my life for which I'll always be more than thankful for. She is a "helping" kind of person and it is no wonder that she is a therapist and helps people on a daily basis. She is my only child to get their Masters and considering she started out with a bit of a disadvantage when she was little, she has climbed mountains to be where she is today. If I sound proud, it's because I am. I'm so happy she chose the field she did, and that she is sharing her special gift with others. </div>
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So, back to Zumba. My daughter is trying with all her might to get some weight off because she and her hubby want to start a family. I tried Zumba a couple of times when I was going to the Senior Center in Renton, Washington. Let me tell you, it really kicked my behind and I could not continue. But the class that my daughter goes to is really high intensity and she kept up with the best of them!! It is very difficult to continually dance/exercise for an hour at that kind of high energy but she hung in there and it is so like her, because she has done that so much throughout her life. She perseveres to the very end. </div>
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While she was "Zumbaing" I was sitting on a bench in the corner, working on my latest and greatest art piece. Since I'm traveling, I don't have any large projects with me but instead have these small 6"x6" papers in black and white. I hit the Daniel Smith art store in Seattle before boarding the plane for Fairbanks and stocked up on pens. Not only do I draw for pleasure, I draw for relaxation. It is something that I have been unable to do for over a year and now that I no longer have shaking hands, I can draw to my heart's content.</div>
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And so come next Saturday, we...my Betts and I, will be back at Zumba. I only wish I had a body that could do what she does because it sure looks like fun as well as work!! At least I'll be there to cheer her on and I hope that every time she goes to Zumba after I leave, that she will know how proud of her that I am and that I'll always be in her biggest cheerleader!! <b><span style="color: red;"><u>Always</u></span></b>!!</div>
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<br />Janiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-70889935817112015262014-06-04T22:16:00.001-07:002014-06-04T22:16:07.197-07:00A-Z: F is for Feelings<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>A STAR IN MY UNIVERSE</b></td></tr>
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Feelings....There have been so many songs written about feelings. There are volumes of books filled with poetry about Feelings. And so here, tonight, I am pondering this 7 letter word. The definition of Feelings is:<br />
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<span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">1. T</span></span></span><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">he</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">function</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">or</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">the</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">power</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">of</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">perceiving</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">by</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">touch.</span> </span></div>
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<span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">2.</span></span></span><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword"> Physical</span> </span><span style="color: black;">sensation</span><span id="hotword"> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">not</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">connected</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">with</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">sight,</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">hearing,</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">taste,</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">or</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">smell.</span> </span></div>
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<span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">3.</span></span></span><span id="hotword"> A <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">particular</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">sensation</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">of</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">this</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">kind:</span> A</span><span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">feeling</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">of</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">warmth;</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">A</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">feeling</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">of</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">pain.</span> </span></span> </div>
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<span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">4.</span></span></span><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword"> The</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">general</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">state</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">of</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">consciousness</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">considered</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">independently</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">of</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">particular</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">sensations,</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">thoughts,</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">etc.</span> </span></div>
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<span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">5.</span></span></span><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword"> A</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">consciousness</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">or</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">vague</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">awareness</span></span><span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">.</span> </span></span> </div>
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<span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">6.</span></span></span><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword"> An</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">emotion</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">or</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">emotional</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">perception</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">or</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">attitude:</span> </span><span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">a</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">feeling</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">of</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">joy;</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">a</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">feeling</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">of</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">sorrow.</span> </span></span> </div>
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<span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">7.</span></span></span><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword"> Capacity</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">for</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">emotion,</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">especially</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">compassion:</span> </span><span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">to</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">have</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">great</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">feeling</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">for</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">the</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">suffering and/or joy</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">of</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">others.</span> </span></span> </div>
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<span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">8. </span></span></span><span id="hotword">A <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">sentiment;</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">attitude;</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">opinion</span></span><span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">.</span> </span></span> <span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword"></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">9.</span></span></span><span class="secondary-bf"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword"> Feelings,</span> </span></span><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">sensibilities;</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">susceptibilities</span></span><span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">.</span> </span></span> <span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword"></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">10.</span></span></span><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword"> Fine</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">emotional</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">endowment.</span> </span><span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword"></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">11a. </span></span></span><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">Emotion</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">or</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">sympathetic</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">perception</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">revealed</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">by</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">an</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">artist</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">in</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">his</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">or</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">her</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">work.</span></span><span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword"></span> </span></span> <div class="dndata">
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<span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">11b.</span></span></span><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">The</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">general</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">impression</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">conveyed</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">by</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">a</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">work.</span></span><span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword"></span> </span></span> </div>
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<span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">11c.</span></span></span><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">Sympathetic</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">appreciation,</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">as</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">of</span> <span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">music</span></span><span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">.</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">Wow! Who would have thought that a simple word like Feelings could be described by so much, and yet when I examine my own feelings at this present time, they are as complicated and varied as those listed here, if not more. </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">My feelings right now revolve around so many things....I "feel" such gratitude for my health getting so much better to the point where I am now allowed to drive again. I "feel" such gratitude to be in the place where I am growing as a person and as an artist. I "feel" such gratitude to have an over-abundance of love in my life, which is both expected and unexpected. I "feel" so happy to have a renewed vigor for life and all that it can hold for me. </span></span></span></div>
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<tr align="center"><td class="tr-caption"><b>A WORLD OF BLACK AND WHITE</b></td></tr>
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<span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword"> Things in life aren't always "black and white", and neither are feelings about things - at least for me. I am one of those people who looks at the whole picture and tries to paint it bright and having good intentions rather than seeing something dark and hurtful. I have been called a "Pollyanna". I wear that name proudly because I feel like if I give the next person the benefit of the doubt, and kindness, that they might, in turn, give that to someone else, and on and on. I want my feelings to be responsible for happiness in the world. I want my feelings to be responsible for joy in <b>my own world</b>. </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">I heard and participated in a conversation today about loss of loved ones. Instead of making me feel sad, it made me feel even more grateful to be alive and to have purpose in my life. It made me even more grateful to have people to love and to be loved by. I am a very lucky person to have these things in my life and I will never, ever take them for granted. As I grow older, life becomes more precious and more of a miracle. It also rushes by so fast that I can hardly believe the change in seasons goes by so quickly. </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"><span class="hwc" id="hotword" name="hotword">So, feelings, yes there is still the ever present pain from the degenerative discs in my back and the nerve endings that yell at me that I am alive, but....my feelings are full of grateful emotion as I write this....so thankful for those I call my friends and family and loved ones. </span></span></span></div>
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Janiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-74538214345411601412014-06-01T07:23:00.000-07:002014-06-01T07:23:14.397-07:00A-Z: T is for THANKFULNESS<div style="text-align: justify;">
I know that there are a lot of things in life to be thankful for....someone to love, someone to love you, a child, a grandchild, a home, food on the table, the ability to take care of yourself and your loved ones, good health or the recovery from bad health, good friends, forgiveness of others, a new car to drive, etc., and the list can go on and on. </div>
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Today I'm thankful for two things in particular...my oldest daughter whom we will call "Rez" and second, a big step closer to a reality. It seems that whenever I call on Rez for anything I really need, she is there. She has always been more of a really awesome friend than a daughter to me. She is one of those people who as a child had an "old soul". Now as an adult she has the enthusiasm for life as a child would. She soaks up knowledge and has a thirst for life that few people have. There isn't anything she does 1/2 way. She has been known to put costumes together without the benefit of a pattern, and makes all the elements of that costume from a hat (of a certain period) to the rest of it, even down to the shoes. She has been known to make chain mail that protects one's body from the blows of a sword and then learned to swing a real steel sword, participating in the Seattle Knights. She decided to take up running and has done several 1/2 marathons and a full marathon. Her dedication to running is nothing less than amazing. She is a gifted musician, getting a full ride scholarship after playing a cello for an instructor at the university she wanted to go to. Please know that she had only been playing that cello about two weeks and had played the violin for years prior to that. She is one of those people that makes hard work look like child's play because she has this laughter and attitude that makes it seem "fun". I am certain that if all the friends she has were called upon to gather in one place that there would be no existing building to hold them all. In one word, she is amazing. I have always told her that when I grow up I want to be like her. She says, "My mom doesn't make no garbage". Well, whether or not I had anything to do with the way she has turned out as a woman, I am proud to know her and to call her not only my daughter, but my friend. </div>
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Anyway, Rez said she was going to come visit me over the weekend and it happened to be the weekend that I needed to get my studio/gallery set up in Port Angeles (PA). No problem, she said....even though she is still fighting off a bad col and not feeling up to par. So we loaded up the car and off we went to PA. </div>
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After working much of the day we left with it looking like this....practically put together. I still have several things I need to do and put out before I will call it "done". I say "done" because as with any place of business you keep moving things around to keep it looking fresh. The great thing about this place I'm in is that it is an Artist's Studio/Gallery and when you come there you will see an artist or two working on their craft. I am thank for this space to call my own, to feel pride in work hard done though I love it, and now that I have no problems with the hand tremors I experienced for months, I can again do what I love to do. </div>
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I'm not only thankful for the space, but for the friendships and camaraderie that I feel there. It has a "Welcome Home" feeling to it and knowing that I can add to that feeling is without measure. </div>
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Rez and I got much done but only because she was there to climb the ladder, put up with me changing my mind, being handy with an electric drill in putting a bookcase together, and being my chauffeur. I feel like I can move forward now to finish the space in a way that's pleasing to me. </div>
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This morning my back hurts so much I can hardly move, but it's a good feeling....a feeling of having done something wonderful, a feeling of having accomplishment, and a feeling of joy. </div>
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If you are ever in the vicinity of PA and have a urning to see the port and the interesting things that go on over there on any given weekend in the summer, or if you want to attend a Second Saturday Art Walk (from 5-8 pm), please to go The Landing and say hello to the ladies and gentleman who occupy the Artist's Studio of the Landing. I might be there, sitting at my work desk and you might find something you can't leave behind, something that has come from within an artist that will add something special to your home or office. Each artist is talented in their own way which you will see when you visit. </div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Last night I started putting together a small white cabinet from IKEA for my new studio gallery space. I opened the box (one of three), got the required screwdriver to use, and some ice tea to drink. I set up a card table in the garage so I wouldn't have to do a lot of bending over. The next thing I knew I was dripping wet, exhausted, and frustrated!!!</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I know I've come a long way over the past six months and am able to do so much more than now, but I get so frustrated and upset over what I can't do! I tire much more quickly than I wish I did, I have reactions to the pain medication I have to be on to have any quality of life, and have to stop doing things I really want to do long before I wish I had to. </span></b></span></div>
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I never in my wildest dreams thought that at the age of 69 I would be lucky enough to be in the position I am tonight. </div>
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First of all, I have been a frustrated artist most of my life. Way back in high school, the school was brand new and our basketball team was called the Wildcats. The art department students were asked to turn in to the team a drawing of a wildcat. The winner would get to put that "drawing" on the wall of the gym....in paint and use a scaffolding to do so. I drew a stylized head of a wildcat and it was the one chosen!! So, every free minute of that year (I think it was my junior or senior year) I spent up on that scaffolding and literally left my mark on the school. </div>
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Also, while in school I had thought I wanted to be an architect and I designed a round house that some professors from the University of Montana came to look at. They were very impressed at how I had used the space. I was never encouraged to go on to college....just get married and have babies, otherwise, I might have become an architect. </div>
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After I got married I took one of those drawing tests that they used to have in magazines and on match book covers. I was told I had a lot of talent so I took an "at home" course that cost me $200!! That was a lot of money then but I could do a lesson and send it in and they would critique it and send it back to me. I was still able to take care of my daughter and husband. </div>
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At one point I branched out into using oil paints but that didn't last long because I had a stroke at age 37 and lost all eye/hand coordination. It was several years before I did anything creative. I did some sewing and then started Tole Painting and some other things just to have things to take to the bazaars to earn some money. </div>
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While living in Alaska I had a one woman show at a men's clothing store, of all places. It was a nice fit and I had a wonderful time doing it. Out of that show I got a nice commission which was really exciting. My art has always been different...something that two people can see and each really "see" something totally different. I love that. </div>
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Then a few years ago I decided I would get really serious about my art after I retired. I gathered up all the supplies I could as I could afford them while I was still working. I got really sick and ended up selling everything I had which to this day I deeply regret. I should have put it in storage or something. </div>
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Then we moved to the Olympic Peninsula. Wow!! Sequim turned out to be an artsy community and right next to it (about 15 minutes away) is Port Angeles, also an artsy community. I joined a wonderful art organization (<a href="http://sequimarts.org/">SequimArts.org</a>) and volunteered to do what I know best...doing the newsletter. I love doing it and have made some really wonderful friends in that organization. Just last week they put me on the Board of Directors. I am pleased and humbled by it. </div>
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I was selected to show one of my pieces in a Juried Art show recently and while I didn't get a "prize", it was prize enough just to be included. I am scheduled to be in a show in Port Angeles over the Memorial Day week-end, have a one-woman show scheduled in October, and one even already scheduled for 2015!! I'll probably have some pieces in the Fair as well. </div>
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Last Friday, I went to see a space in an artist's working gallery in Port Angeles as I knew some of the artists that work there. I am so pleased to say that now, at this moment, I am a part of that wonderful group and will be officially moving in around the end of the month. </div>
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I will be showing and working at The Landing Artists Studio Gallery. I will be working with 5 other artists, each doing something entirely different...Fractals, Felted Scarves, Beading, and an Acrylic artist, as well as a fellow who is building a canoe. I don't have to work every single day because everyone looks out for each other and it's more about relationships with each other and doing art at the same time. Cruise ships come in there and who knows what the future will bring. This is something I have wanted for a very, very long time. I am so thankful for my friend, Pam, who is giving me this opportunity and being so supportive in so many ways. It feels as though I've known her forever and we have become good friends. I also need to give my wonderful husband the recognition he deserves for being my driver everywhere and supporting what I want to do with my art. His support has made all the difference.</div>
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So, as my saying goes "Don't Let Weeds Grow Around Your Dreams"....it is true and anything is possible from the time you get up in the morning until you go to sleep at night. </div>
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<b>This month is my favorite month, not just because it's my birthday month, it was my mother's birthday month, and Sunday would have been my oldest son's 44th birthday. But it seems like May is the turning point for a lot of things....We are generally past winter and spring is beginning to come out. Here in Sequim EVERYTHING is blooming....everything is soooo beautiful!! </b></div>
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<b>The OH MY is because for the first time in a very, very long time I am beginning to feel like my old self, but better. My system is getting rid of toxins that made me so ill I almost died. My mind is more clear than it has been in months and months. My energy level is up higher than in a very long time. I'm starting to come out of a depression that has plagued me a long time too, and even though I'm a year older, I feel almost reborn, brand new, ready to take on the world and enjoy the hell out of it!!!! </b></div>
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<li><b>Eating what you like instead of eating what you SHOULD eat. Who says that you can't have salad for breakfast? Who said that you can't have a glass of tea for dinner and a small dish of cherry vanilla ice cream over sliced bananas before bed? </b></li>
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<li><b>Having a housekeeper come in once a month and do all the things that I can't or don't want to do. </b></li>
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<b>These are just a few things that give me great Quality of Life. I am dedicating myself and whatever years are given to me to live to have the best Quality of Life possible. I owe it to myself. I have lived almost 70 years and it is high time I think about that. All my life I have thought of others feelings, of other's needs, or other's "quality of life" even at the expense of my own. I am learning....and good things are coming my way. I can honestly say that I'm learning to understand and know what happiness is. I'm lucky to be able to share it with someone who is truly my soul mate, a loving, caring person who makes me feel special. Life is about choices and hopefully my choices aren't going to hurt anyone else because that would defeat the purpose of how I wish to live. I will never (well, there might be one exception :)) intentionally hurt anyone just so my Quality of Life is good. </b></div>
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<b>I have met some exceptional people in the past year, and most of these people have been through their own trial by fire. Life isn't easy but these people have taught me a lot and I love each of them because they have brought to my life a greater understanding of love and friendship. I hope that I can keep "Paying it forward" which maintaining my own Quality of Life.</b></div>
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<b>Janie</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TECHNOLOGY IN MY LIFE </span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">SO, I just barely missed being a "Baby Boomer"....I'm a little too old. But I got to thinking about technology that we use in our every day lives....My mother, born in 1917, passed several years ago. We didn't have cell phones even when she was with us. Today, she would be so amazed by them. But let me back up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I was born in 1945. The town I grew up in had no TV, no movie theater, it was just a little "cow poke" town in Montana. Beautiful, but nonetheless, a "cow poke" town.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was 12 years old when we got our first television. That was about the size of a normal desktop computer screen and was only in black and white and ONE channel. Either you liked what was on or you didn't. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then I went away to high school and lived with some folks who didn't have a television and wouldn't have one in their home. So I really didn't watch it for the next 4 years. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I entered the work force. My "claim to fame" was that I could type 110 wpm on one of those old black clunky typewriters you see in museums with the handle that sticks out so you can do a carriage return at the end of each line. No saving anything. No correcting anything. Fast and Accurate. That's what the employers wanted. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Right before I graduated school, the typing lab got Selectric typewriters. They couldn't keep up with me and I hated them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then one day I went for a job interview after we moved to Alaska and they had a typewriter which was kind of a cross between a computer and a typewriter and no one there knew how to use it. But I did! I got the job and loved the machine. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The next job I had I worked in a program that inherited a computer, the first one I had seen outside of our old Commodore 64 at home. The job I had was as office manager so it was up to me to learn to use the computer, the printer, etc. That was back in the days where all you saw on the screen were DOS prompts. I taught myself DOS. It got me a long way until the world got the idea that computers were not a fad, they were not going away and they were here to stay. The same with television...now we have so many channels that we couldn't possibly watch all of them even in a year!!</span><br />
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<li><a href="http://www.lsi.upc.edu/%7Erobert/teaching/foninf/doshelp.html#backup">Backup Files</a>
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<li><a href="http://www.lsi.upc.edu/%7Erobert/teaching/foninf/doshelp.html#changedrive">Change the Default Drive</a>
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<li><a href="http://www.lsi.upc.edu/%7Erobert/teaching/foninf/doshelp.html#chdir">CHDIR (CD) Change Directory Command</a>
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<li><a href="http://www.lsi.upc.edu/%7Erobert/teaching/foninf/doshelp.html#copy">COPY Command</a>
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<li><a href="http://www.lsi.upc.edu/%7Erobert/teaching/foninf/doshelp.html#dir">DIR (Directory) Command</a>
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<li><a href="http://www.lsi.upc.edu/%7Erobert/teaching/foninf/doshelp.html#erase">ERASE Command</a>
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<li><a href="http://www.lsi.upc.edu/%7Erobert/teaching/foninf/doshelp.html#filenaming">File-Naming Conventions</a>
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<li><a href="http://www.lsi.upc.edu/%7Erobert/teaching/foninf/doshelp.html#format">FORMAT Command </a>
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<li><a href="http://www.lsi.upc.edu/%7Erobert/teaching/foninf/doshelp.html#mkdir">MKDIR (MD) Make Directory Command</a>
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<li><a href="http://www.lsi.upc.edu/%7Erobert/teaching/foninf/doshelp.html#reboot">Rebooting the computer (Ctrl-Alt-Del)</a>
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<li><a href="http://www.lsi.upc.edu/%7Erobert/teaching/foninf/doshelp.html#rename">RENAME (REN) Command</a>
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<li><a href="http://www.lsi.upc.edu/%7Erobert/teaching/foninf/doshelp.html#rmdir">RMDIR (RD) Remove Directory Command</a>
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<li><a href="http://www.lsi.upc.edu/%7Erobert/teaching/foninf/doshelp.html#ctrlbrk">Stop Execution (Ctrl-Break)</a> </li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> No mouse to use and only a blinking light cursor on a black background on the screen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then the next thing was a cell phone...a phone I could take with me in the car and call someone for help if I needed it. WOW! That was really a big thing, especially in Northern Alaska where winter is REALLY winter!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now we use social media to keep in touch with people we know and those we have never met but have become friends with from all across the globe. I "talk to" and "keep up" with what my children are doing more now than ever before. I feel closer to my friends and my family though I don't see them very often. We can reach out and touch someone at the slightest touch. We can order anything our heart desires, pay for it relatively safely, and not skip a beat or leave the comfort of our bed and jammies. Not only that but we can share experiences through photographs as well. And we can send images that seemingly fly through the air and materialize in a different place....Fax machines.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Who would have thought that when we first started watching Star Trek that a lot of their fancy "accessories" would literally come to pass and we would be using something similar in our everyday lives. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A few months ago I went to visit my son and he had a new printer. It is a 3D printer. He "builds" things on this printer from a program and I have a little plastic man who sits on my dresser and holds up my cell phone overnight with one of his out-stretched hands, and it was made by my son. He make nuts and screws, and pieces for remote control cars. He makes things in different colors and sizes and shape. It's almost like the beginning of the "Beam me up, Scotty" era. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One evening my son took me for a ride to the store and before we left his driveway he handed me a little remote looking device. It was a "game" that we would play on the way to the store. I could "capture" a fountain on the sidewalk we drove by if no one was virtually guarding it. I would see other places on this device to capture other things. It was so much fun but in the morning the original owner had gone out in his car and captured them back! We played this game from a car that only runs on batteries. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm only telling you what amazes me in my own little piece of the world, because I know there are a lot more things, technologically speaking, that are used everyday that I know nothing about. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some people feel that being "plugged in" is keeping them from really enjoying life. I have to disagree because we have the option of walking out the door anytime we want...right? But what about all those people who don't have that option for one reason or another? What about those people who are ill or infirmed? If I could go out for a 10 mile run today I'd be in my running shoes so fast your head would swim, but I can't. So I get online and check messages from family, friends, businesses, etc. I check my social media to see what's new in photos and activities and then I use my computer for my paid work and my volunteer work. I use it to find art venues to submit my art work to or activities to go to. I use it to book flights and check menus to see if my husband can eat the food at a certain restaurant. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All in all, technology has certainly brightened up my life and made it open up the whole world to me. I am so thankful for it and for my ability to at least keep up with at least some of the technology. Oh, and one of the best things is being able to take classes at home to learn just about anything I want to!!</span><br />
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JanieJaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-78571144422853117012014-05-05T09:41:00.002-07:002014-05-05T09:41:29.707-07:00A-Z BIRTHDAY BUCKET LIST<b>I belong to many newsletters online and the other day I got this newsletter that had a </b><br />
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<b>Well, since my NEXT birthday is only a couple of weeks away it wouldn't be possible to complete this list. I have, however, completed some of it and I thought the list was a great bucket list and made me want to make a bucket list of my own.....</b></div>
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<b>HERE IS MY OWN BUCKET LIST BEFORE MY 2015 BIRTHDAY</b></h3>
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<b>(which will be my 70th, believe it or not!!)</b></h3>
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<b>1. Do all I can to get back to being healthy again.</b></div>
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<b>2. Travel somewhere I've never been<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u> or return to Paris with my Love!!</u></span></b></div>
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<b> 3. See Bon Jovi in concert again (or Elton John or......).</b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">A is for Art. Someone said that art is in the eye of the beholder, and I believe that's true. I know that I like a lot of different things...from sculpture to abstracts to photographs. I'm still learning how to translate what's in my brain and how to put that to paper or canvas. I believe that's the journey many artists make. I also believe that some get stuck in a comfortable rut because it is "saleable". That is always the problem...do you do what you love because you enjoy it or do you do "art" because someone will buy it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Since becoming ill last October and having shaking hands I have had to change from my long traditional pen and ink work (shown below) to new things not requiring such extreme hand control. It has been a pleasant experience actually as learning new things usually is for me, but it has also been and continues to be a little too traditional in some respects. HOWEVER, we live in a very traditional community and if I ever expect to get "sold" here I must either be tenacious and "stay the course" or buckle and do something more "safe". </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Tonight is the very first Juried Art Show I have ever entered and been accepted into. The juror picks the entries and then does the judging and tonight there will be $1500 worth of awards given out by the judge. I really don't expect to win anything but then I didn't expect to get a piece into the show either. This is the piece that is being judged and is up for sale as well (at the show):</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The end of this month I am also entered into the Art Gallery at the Juan de Fuca Art Festival in Port Angeles. I started going through my boxes of art and have several things I'm taking but these are two of my newest pieces. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> This is a kind of pen and ink but enhanced with watercolors and some acrylics on white artist's paper. I have it framed in black with no mat at this point. I want to get it professionally framed. It think that makes all the difference at a show.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">This is a larger piece and has been professionally framed. It is one of my newer collages, using everything from muslin to wall board paste to watercolors and charcoal. I am very proud of it and I'm afraid my photo doesn't really do it justice.</span><br />
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<b>I have always felt that you get out of something what you put into it...so, I volunteered to be the newsletter editor the same month that I joined. If I hadn't volunteered there would have been no more newsletter as the previous person was not going to be able to do it anymore. I have loved doing it because it is desktop publishing, which is another skill I have had for a long time. I learned a new software program and since people were putting ads into the newsletter I thought it would be a good idea to charge them a nominal fee for the privilege and use the money for a fund to use for the yearly Youth Art Show. The Youth Art Show is grades 6-12 and the kids even hang the art work for their show. This year a new prize given to some worthy kids will be a 1:1 one hour class or demonstration with a local artist. I am one of those artists. On March 8th there will be a Gala and the awards will be given out. There are lots of awards and we got art from over 100 kids!! I feel so good being able to help give back to this artistic community. </b></div>
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<b>It was so awesome walking into the meeting yesterday because a new friend came over and hugged me and said "I'm so glad you are here. Thank you so much for all you do." I had several other compliments on the newsletter too. It is nice when you start to recognize and feel connected to others when you move to a new town. If I hadn't gotten involved it wouldn't be happening. I have made a special friend who is so supportive and I of her. We are the same age and we have both lost loved ones this year so it has been especially important for both of us.</b></div>
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<b>We have great neighbors too...and one called yesterday just to find out how I was feeling. No one sees me out and about much so they understand that my energy is at a minimum and that I'm still dealing with medication changes to get the seizures to stop. I'm so thankful for this loving support system and I know that as time goes by it will become stronger. It's hard to believe that we have been here almost a year!!</b></div>
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<b>Thank you Sequim for taking us into your town and calling us two of your own.</b></div>
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They say that death is a natural thing. No one gets out of life alive, right? We are born, we live our lives, we don't think we'll ever get old, and no one 'really' believes they will die. Seriously, we don't, right? Some of us want to die....we get old, we get sick, we get tired of the 'good fight', we get depressed, our lives fall apart.....it's one thing and then another thing and before we know it that "other thing" becomes one too many things and we can't do it anymore. "It" is life, living, putting one foot in front of the other, blah, blah, blah. I know those feelings. I've been there. And so has my oldest son, Shawn. He took his life this year at the age of 43. </div>
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My youngest daughter, Lizzy, called me and asked me if I was sitting down (I was), if Alan was with me (he was), and then she told me. No sound came out of my mouth, my brain stopped working, my feelings went numb. I gradually was able to talk to her and ask her the usual questions, none of which she had any answers to. </div>
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The hardest part started two years ago when he cut his family - brother and oldest sister and me, out of his life. We didn't (and still don't know) why. It just happened...and we weren't cut out of just his life, but his wife's life and my three grandchildren's lives. So the mourning process had really already begun in some ways. We learned things slowly about his life at the time of his death and it drew a picture of a lonely, terribly gifted man whose life was unfulfilling. He could get music so beautiful out of a violin, cello, or keyboard that would bring tears to your eyes. He could write, play, and sing the most beautiful music I've ever heard. Oh, I'm sure there are other details that I will never know about his death/life but that is to be expected in this situation. </div>
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I was forbidden to go to the funeral by his wife and my ex-husband's wife. I could have pushed it but didn't want to make life more difficult for my grandchildren. I was still in shock anyway. I was just reuniting with my husband after a year apart trying to sell a house in Alaska and me trying to get my own health where it should be in Seattle, we were buying a house and moving from Seattle, and I was still battling chronic physical pain. I didn't have room for this emotional pain so I just "put it aside". I packed, I didn't sleep, I gave a room to a friend because she had nowhere to stay, and I just kept putting one foot in front of the other. </div>
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That was 8 months ago and the mourning is just now becoming acute. Why does it take so long? Why can't I just do it and get over it and get on with my life? Because he was/is my oldest son. It is true when they say we aren't supposed to bury one of our children. </div>
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The chronic pain comes and goes and is not constant for which I'm so grateful. I have doctors who listen to me and work with me. My mother and my grandmother gave me arthritis which I've had since I was 14 years old. I'm the oldest child of an alcoholic who was abusive to me. My heart quit working in 2010 but thanks to modern medicine a pacemaker keeps me right on ticking. And I have a garden variety of other ailments that most people have that are bothersome but not life-threatening. This year I got a new present: seizures. Still trying to figure this out and put it somewhere that I can deal with it. </div>
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And through it all has stood beside me the man, who since the day I met him has made my heart skip a beat. My Alan. This man really loves me and I am blessed among women. He holds me when I am sad, he comforts me when I cry, he drives me everywhere I want to go, he helps with the housework, he takes care of the yard and the vehicles, and he love me. He may be in his 60s but he looks like that high school guy who you can't keep your eyes off of because he is so darn cute and sexy. I love the way his hair falls over his forehead. I love the way he looks in his baseball cap, like he just came off the ball field. I love the way he walks. I love watching him do "manly" things. I love his ability to make history come alive for me. I love him for allowing me to love him. I am so incredibly lucky.</div>
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We have moved to a beautiful place between the ocean and the mountains. Very little rain, bits of snow in the winter, and summer that goes on and on. This place is clean, it feels and looks clean. It is green and beautiful and filled with good people, mostly "gray hairs" (as I call older people like myself) but that's on the outside. On the inside they are good, nice, and to my surprise many of them are creative, as am I! I became involved as soon as possible. I love rubbing elbows with and talking to "real" artists. I'm pretending to be one of them but deep inside I don't really think I am a "real" artist. But they put up with me and I am making some really awesome friends. </div>
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I get to see my oldest daughter who runs like the wind and takes chances in her life that I wish I had the courage to do when I was her age; I get to see my youngest son who is a self-taught genius with a camera and a computer and anything tech and who has a heart as big as the sky; I get to see my other family members (by marriage) who are the best anyone could ask for. I get to work from home for my oldest "son" by marriage who has become the strength in my life in so many ways. I got to see my brother and sister-in-law this year and last year which wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been in the "lower 48". BUT, I miss my youngest daughter who graduated from the University of Alaska Fairbanks with her Masters in Counseling last year and who I believe has chosen her field of work well because she is so intelligent and caring and will help so many people in her lifetime. I miss her husband, who gives me so much support when I need it the most and who knows more about building a structure than anyone I know. I miss my friends, especially one who always has her shoulder at the ready should I need it and who believes I'm a better person than I really am. I miss my grandson in Alaska who is just the cutest thing. </div>
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2013 was supposed to be a magical year for me because my lucky number is 13. OK, maybe my lucky number is 2014! I look forward to a new year and I'm sure there will be new hills to climb and new joys to share. I believe that I got my PhD in life this past couple of years...they have been the hardest and at the same time the most rewarding. </div>
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So, Don't Let Weeds Grow Around Your Dreams....Janie</div>
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Janiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com5Sequim, WA, USA48.0795365 -123.1018437000000248.0371005 -123.18252470000002 48.121972500000005 -123.02116270000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145935815508342381.post-10378767657216738762013-10-27T08:47:00.000-07:002013-10-27T08:47:08.626-07:00Surprising ChangesJaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10306238538660820614noreply@blogger.com0