Chicken Blog: Saturday, Cat and Flowers

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Saturday, Cat and Flowers

Mister Washburn Foo, and all of us Bird House cats, wish you a warm, inspiring, playful, and bright weekend.

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JenniferFebruary 22, 2015 at 5:57 AM
The trifecta -- kitty cat, sunshine, flowers! Perfecto~~~
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I drove today. It was to test drive a 2018 Honda Odyssey. Guess what... they're space age fancy and smell like power. I skipped the freeway and just took it around the block. Honestly, I'm not exactly ready for primetime. And all day long as we compared the pros and cons of mini-vans, trucks, foreign, or domestic... my brain kept interjecting, "Let's just drive JettPuff a few more years." But that is not an option.

December 15, 2018

9:05 pm

“Keep a record of your injuries, and pain.” For the record, the pain tonight is awful. Left arm: hurts. Right shoulder: frozen in pain. Abdomen: twingy, tender. Neck and jaw: sore, tense. Still having headaches. My best progress: Accepting, and seeking help. Also hard: Canceling some of our holiday plans.

December 12, 2018

11:10 pm

I don’t know what to do with myself. Resting makes me stiff and feeling useless. Being “useful” makes me tired, woozy... sometimes words hang in mid-air, just out of reach. I find new bruises. The accident replays in my mind. I’m sad, and starting to feel mad... she destroyed things, plans, peace of mind. I’ll post this here... temporary. I’ll be glad to move on.

December 9, 2018

All of my wisdom about “relaxing...” well, it may have done some good, up to a point. I had a better and better day and felt even more buoyed after a lunch treat with Paul and Janece. But. But I went to the market for bread to go with the soup I made (I’m rambling, I know. Bear with me.) To the point: Another driver turned into my lane and because she did it from a right turn, I never had an inkling of her being in my view. It was a horrifying head-on collision. I doubt either of us even braked. In no time I had a clear road, in both directions and then just her car hurling into my poor Jett Puff. Air bag. Ambulance. It’s a long story. And maybe I’m looking for silver linings, but I like to think my car made a last heroic act, and my last sensation, before disaster, was... I’m happy, relaxed. I’m also concussed, so if none of this makes sense... well, there you go.

Out To Lunch :: I am so lucky!

December 6, 2018

12:27 pm

Confession: I am making myself miserable worrying about my utter lack of "professionalism." Tonight I will be attending a holiday party for "Art Leaders" in San Diego. Leaders. Art Leaders! This feels so portentous and full of opportunities, but I am struggling with imposter syndrome, rusty skills, and no business cards. Also, I put some art (ok just 1 print) on a selling site, and again, I am plagued with nameless dread and doubt. My dreams and hopes do not match my confidence and nerve.

December 5, 2018

11:53 am

It rained and rained and rained. The garden is happy. The goats are dismayed. All is well.

November 30, 2018

9:50 am