I feel fed up with everything. My tummy is uncomfortable, almost hurting. I feel like giving up. On the other hand, we might get some quail eggs from a farmer who has too many. I need to put some files on a flash drive to print at the FedEx place. It’s a process–save the files… Read More »
We got an email from Pace e Bene that has a picture of our friend, the one Ming visited in the assisted living facility a few weeks ago in Oakland. I laughed and showed Ming the picture. “Hey, I’m an elder! I got these things in my ears. I don’t know who you are, but… Read More »
I didn’t know an echocardiogram is just an ultrasound of the heart. The worker told me to take my clothes off my top half, put on this paper gown with the opening in front, and lie on this exam table with my feet this direction, my head that direction, lying on my left side. “I’ll… Read More »
Scatteredness is tons of ideas and good intentions. Anxiousness is full of emotions and caring about what happens. Panic is my body reacting honestly to feelings, telling me I need to step back. Crying is an expression of relief to emote the worry. Rest is a kind way to be with myself and a sacred… Read More »
“What am I, a cow who gives you blog-milk?” I asked Ming. He was headed to bed and implying on his way that I shouldn’t go to bed because I hadn’t blogged yet. Feelings can be like weird uncomfortable clothes I can’t take off. Feelings can be self-perpetuating–snowball or avalanche or dominoes falling. Feelings can… Read More »
My friend came over last night when she got off work. I was telling her how I’m trying to be nice to myself. My bestie told me for years to love myself, and I couldn’t figure out what she even meant, let alone do it! Slowly, I figure it out. Love myself, give myself a… Read More »
In Yermo we stopped at the Liberty Sculpture Park. They have a few arts there. We were most interested in the Tank Man art. Behind the tank sculpture was an actual tank. There was glass on the ground where a headlight had been busted by a vandal. Strangely, the tank’s back hatch was open, and… Read More »
It’s the wee hours of Monday–I missed a day blogging. How did that happen? We’re in Mojave at a cheap hotel. Ming keeps falling asleep on his phone and popping up again. The light in here is bad and harsh. I was working on a new zine–soupline 2. Telling some stories I need to tell… Read More »
I told Ming he should buy more shoes, so I could have more black elastic thread to make more necklaces. Ming spilled tea on his shirt when his hand slipped. “Are you ok? I asked. “Yeah,” he said. “Did you burn yourself?” I asked. “No, it was cold,” he said. We laughed. “Did you freeze… Read More »
When I was a baby and turned one year old, I was wearing a frilly dress–you can see me in a photo. I had a piggy bank someone gave me and walked around to all the family members who were sitting on couches, asking for them to put coins into the piggy bank. Sounds like… Read More »