gardenia from the garden

gardenia from the garden

I know I haven’t posted in a while, but this summer was actually a lot busier than I assumed it was going to be!

Foot Surgery:
As far as my foot surgery/recovery, I’m right at the tail-end of that. My surgical incision *just* finished healing, and the welt I had on my ankle (reaction to some coarse gauze they used to wrap my foot after surgery) finally healed. It’s been about ten weeks since I had the surgery, and my surgeon said that the suture/scar will remain sort of sensitive and tender for the next few months. The reason it’s taking longer than usual is because she had to go in through a previous surgical scar, and scar tissues (especially opened twice) is a little harder to heal. So I’m still taking it easy.

Also, I had to do three rounds of fairly heavy duty anti-biotics and they really made me sick and I’m still dealing with the effects of that. I kind of knew it was coming when the warning label on one of the bottles said “may cause intestinal discomfort for several weeks and/or months after medication is finished”. So that’s kind of zonked me out, energy-wise.

I haven’t been “out” much all summer- I go outside and swim every day, spend a lot of time in the backyard just hanging out with Tom and Gracie and reading and writing, and I do stuff like go to the doctor’s office and go get haircuts and stuff like that, but I haven’t done anything that requires me to be on my feet for longer than an hour or so at a time.

Usually we spend every summer at the movie theater and/or going out to Naples to eat and shop a little bit because of the stormy weather, but this summer we haven’t seen a SINGLE movie at the theater or gone out at all. Part of me is all “holy smokes! All the amazing movies I missed! I’m crushed and I miss it so much! And Gracie didn’t get to see Ghostbusters or Captain America or Secret Life of Pets!” and another part of me couldn’t care less, and secretly thinks watching Stranger Things on Netflix was a better experience than watching most of the movies I have seen in the theater in the last year or so.

But I’m ready to get back into “life” again. I’m excited to go see the new fall movies, go to the Botanical Gardens, check out the new Michaels that they built just 20 minutes from my house (!!!!! maybe a Target/Trader Joe’s/Whole Foods/good movie theater is next?!) and Paper Source and B&N with Grace (who has become serious about planners and paper supplies and stationery and books), maybe even go to Disney for a few day trips as soon as the weather gets better (I have a little scooter-y thing I use in the theme parks because while I can easily swim five miles, I cannot *walk* five miles!)…

However, I have had sort of a big shift in perspective about being “busy” and what I spend my time on: having not been able to do much of ANYTHING this summer made me realize exactly what it is I really missed doing and what it is I really don’t give a crap about. And as I get back into regular activities, I just sort of want to do what I really want to do, instead of doing things I think I *should* do or think I should enjoy, if that makes any sense. So as I get back doing more stuff, I kind of want to be picky about what it is I do. Even though health problems aren’t fun, it’s sort of a luxury to be allowed to be super picky about how I spend my limited time on my feet. It’s gotta count.

The other thing that happened, out of nowhere, is that we started raising butterflies. This I’ll definitely have to write a longer post about, because it’s pretty much THE main focus of any free time around here.

Let me make it clear we had absolutely no intention of doing this- the butterflies kind of chose us. Long story short: I have a pretty huge container garden inside the screened in lanai (pool cage) of our house. Apparently, a Gulf Frittillary butterfly laid eggs on one of my plants THROUGH the screen and a few weeks later we had about 15 butterflies *inside* the lanai. A few weeks later, we now we have SIX species (Gulf Frits, Zebra Longwings, Monarchs, White Peacocks, Buckeyes, and Atalas), are actively trying to get a few more (Swallowtail, Sulphurs, etc.) by putting host plants outside our screen for butterflies to lay eggs on, and Tom renovated the lanai a bit so that there are parts dedicated to the butterflies. I will write more about this soon, because if we keep doing it, I’m likely to refer to the caterpillars/butterflies from time to time so you know what the heck I am talking about.

“Do What You Love”:
Besides being stuck around the house all summer, one thing that kept me really busy was taking an class called “Do What You Love.” I originally took it three years ago (I think?) and I saved all the materials from it, so it was just a matter of pulling the binder down from the shelf and queuing up the videos on my Mac.

I decided to re-take the class on a whim. Right after the surgery at the end of May, when my routine got thrown upside down and I was sort of shaken up by everything, I realized that the whole experience was an opportunity for a “fresh start”. That doesn’t happen often- when you get FORCED to change your routine and habits. I didn’t want to waste it. Because of the surgery, I suddenly had a bunch of downtime in my hands and was desperate for something that would keep me from going stir-crazy. Ialso wanted to get out of the funk I’ve been in for the last few months (let’s be honest…. years.) I remembered “Do What You Love” and decided to pull out all the class materials and just start from scratch and see what happened. It couldn’t hurt, right?

The good thing about taking the class this summer was that I felt like a complete blank slate. I’ve been so focused on my health that everything else has fallen off my radar. This was a chance to add things back into my life, but be very discerning about it. Like I said, you don’t get that opportunity very often. I mean, every day is a new chance to start fresh, but I am a HUGE creature of routine and habit, and no matter who you are it takes a whole lot of courage to step out of the box, and it’s REALLY uncomfortable to do it. But since the box was being taken away from me and I had nothing to say about it, I figured this was a chance to clean up shop.

I worked on every assignment in earnest, and spent hours and hours doing the writing and working through the questions and trying to dig around inside and really be honest. I can honestly say when I started this class around I literally had no idea what I loved (except maybe my family, being healthy, watercolor paints, and swimming) and felt like I was a true blank slate.

So I did all the writing and worksheets and charts and graphs and journaling, and I have to admit, as tedious as it was, it was illuminating. I realized that deep down I felt (and still feel) truly guilty about taking time away from being a “grown-up” to work on anything purely for my own enjoyment. So what I did to alleviate that guilt over the last two decades was take all the activities I loved and “modify” those things so that they felt like “valid” ways to spend time.

For instance, let’s talk about art journaling. I started out scrapbooking during Grace’s adoption ten years ago, but then I realized I liked to art journal more than scrapbooking. So I art journaled, and I loved it. But I started feeling guilty about not thoroughly documenting Grace’s life, and who the heck would care about books full of magazine pictures and quotes in 50 years, anyway? So I mixed the two, but it wasn’t as fun and it got a little confusing. I slowly stopped art journaling altogether because even though I liked art journaling better, scrapbooking served a purpose- it was a “legitimate” and “valid” way to play with papers and tapes and photos. It wasn’t as fun, but it was still a way to be creative and express myself, right? That’s what I told myself, at least.

Then I got obsessed with having to document every single thing that happened, which was overwhelming. Then, last spring, I decided I just didn’t want to document ANYTHING, anymore. I just put it all away and felt relieved. But I started missing art journaling… and sort of tried to convince myself that I could be interested in art journaling but not do it.

Doing the “Do What You Love” class made me realize that while I’m not interested in documenting, what I *am* very, very interested in going back to what I did in my very first art journal: collaging magazine pictures and quotes and bits of art and tape and ephemera together in a big bound book. So I tried doing that again. Some photos and stories from day to day make their way in there, but mostly it’s just a book about what I’m feeling. And I LOVE it. I can’t believe how much I missed doing it.

And even though I literally feel happiness as I work on it, and feel good after as I flip through the pages I have done, I still have a hard time giving myself permission to sit down and work on my art journal. There’s a little voice that says “you are wasting time!” It is just so hard to shut that voice down, but every day I get a little better at it. I think that little voice of disapproval is always going to be there, though- there’s a part of me that will not approve of doing things solely because they make me happy. But now there’s a bigger part of me that knows if I don’t do the things that make me happy, it will have a very big effect on my overall well-being. I’m tired of feeling unhappy. So being a little uncomfortable is worth it.

Another thing from the class that was extremely helpful was the concept of “finite personal resources” : time, energy, and money. One of the more tedious tasks in the class was tracking how I spend all three, but doing it really opened my eyes. Especially in regards to time.

I’ve always known that health and family came first for me, but I didn’t realize how much I shut down everything else on behalf of those things. Our family “thing” is meals- when we’re all home, we eat meals together. Since Tom works from home, we eat a lot of meals together. And because his schedule changes every day, and my morning/afternoon schedule is dictated by my health (how long I’m in the pool, when can get in the pool because of weather, etc, other health-related things that pop up), and Grace has sports and stuff after school, we never have meal times at the same time two days in a row. We never have, and we never will (oh, have we tried.) So it’s kind of a crapshoot.

And since I never know when we might eat, I sort of never start any projects within throwing distance of a possible meal time because I know I’ll be interrupted, and it throws me off my game.

So the whole time tracking thing came in handy, even though I rolled my eyes when I read the exercise. I had to break my day into chunks, and decide what activities could fit into what chunks. I literally made this giant list that says “if you have 15 minutes, you can…”, “if you have 30 minutes, you can…”, etc. Now whenever I have any time, I just pick an activity from the list that feels like it might be fun and do it. I know this sounds absolutely ridiculous and obvious, but I’m completely indecisive and often paralyzed by choice, and I get this weird feeling of obligation to certain projects, and I have the whole guilt thing going on, so it’s good to have the possibilities just spelled out for me. Just knowing I WON’T have time to finish the painting I have been working on but I WILL have time to write something or whatever, and just commit to doing that, makes life so much easier. I don’t have to weight the pros and cons of how I spent my creative time.

I also learned that just because I have a zillion different things I like to do and want to try (especially art-wise) doesn’t mean I have to do them all *now*. Or any time soon. I can still have ideas and sparks of inspiration but instead of trying to figure out how to make them fit into what’s currently going on, I can write file them away for later, and come back to them.

Since taking this approach, I’ve also realized a lot of creative ideas and inspiration actually evolve into something completely different and even better if they are just allowed to simmer for a while. That was a REAL eye-opener. Instead of jumping gung-ho into every new project or painting idea I’ve come up with, or try every tutorial I see online or in a book, I let it sit for a while. Some ideas go away, but some persist and they really solidify and start coming together on their own. Often, several ideas sort of mix up into something else that’s completely unique and cool. And by the time I sit down to work on them, it’s much, much easier. I wish I had known this 15 years ago ;-/. I’ve spent a lot of time jumping into stuff and not liking it and then just writing it off as a done deal. A lot of that stuff is actually coming back now, and being incorporated into new projects. It’s kinda spooky. But fascinating.

Anyway, I enjoyed taking the class and I’m *very* glad I did it. But I dearly missed all the other stuff that has gotten the short end of the straw while I was working on the class.

I hope you had (or are still having) a great summer. Grace starts school tomorrow morning, and she is SO excited. I’m happy for her- she had a good summer because we finally figured out the camp thing, but she’s really in her element when she’s with her friends and doing her after school stuff and team sports and all that. This year she’s doing flute, as well, so she’s psyched for that. It should sound very interesting around here… ūüėČ

If you made it this far, thanks for reading, and providing me a place where I can express myself. I know I am long-winded. It’s funny how much I write in these entries considering how little I talk in real life. If I have something interesting to say, I’ll talk up a storm, but un general I’m fairly quiet. You wouldn’t know it from these entries, right?

Have a great Monday ūüôā

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sunflowers in the garden (taken in May)

sunflowers in the garden (taken in May)

After my last post I’ve been thinking a lot about happiness and looking for little ways to increase it whenever I have the opportunity.

There were two things this week that actually really made a big difference in my overall level of happiness, and I thought I might write them down. One thing I discovered with both of them is that sometimes little things you do to try and increase your happiness don’t have an effect immediately, but make you happier *after* you do them. Interesting. It makes me want to put in an effort to tweak all sorts of little things during my regular days, and see what effect they might have down the road.

Something worth exploring, I think.

Anyway, two things that made a profound difference on my level of happiness:

The first is swimming (still). But, more importantly, taking time to actually ENJOY being in the pool.

One day last week I swam for my hour, and then before I got out of the pool I decided to just float around on my back in the water and relax a bit. Since I have been swimming daily for almost 25 years (!) and consider it a form of fitness, I rarely relax in the pool. It’s kind of like getting on a treadmill just to take a leisurely stroll or something. The pool has become a giant gym to me- not a place of rest. In fact, I don’t think there’s ever been a time I just got into a pool to just relax and enjoy it. I get in a pool and swim. And I love that, but it’s not relaxing.

If I’m being completely honest, the reason I decided to spend a little time floating in the pool that day was because I was trying to get back in touch with some of the magic that I felt that very first day back in the pool after my surgery, which felt life-changing (literally). But I couldn’t get there and that’s okay. Floating wasn’t magical, but it was nice– I relaxed a bit and floated on my back and listened to a song on my waterproof iPod and watched the clouds move in the sky. Then I got out and got ready to go inside and take a shower.

The funny thing is that when I got out of the pool, I felt like a million bucks. I felt like I had a really great swim. It was like that little relaxed moment at the end changed my perspective of my entire swim, and that shift in perspective didn’t happen until after I got out of the water. So now I take a little time to float around every day after my swim- usually just a few minutes, a song or two on my iPod. But it feels really great.

The second thing is what I do after I swim and shower and get back to my desk everyday. My regular routine has been to make a cup of tea and drink it while I check my email and attend to different things that need doing and figure out what the plan for the day is.

Lately I’ve been bringing my tea into the studio and doing something different- I pull an art book down off the shelf, grab a stack of post-it page markers, and spend a while flipping through the art book, sipping my tea, and getting inspired.

I know this seems like a super simple thing but for some reason it’s become pretty much one of my FAVORITE times of the day. I’m all done with my workout, my swim, taking care of my foot, I’m relaxed, I’m (finally) having my cup of tea, and instead of spinning my wheels and trying to figure out what needs my attention, I just take a little bit of time to get inspired and learn something new and jot down some notes. All my art books are finally being used, and I’m getting so much out of it- just in the week I have been doing it I’ve picked up a bunch of new art techniques and information.

But one thing that has come out of this new little ritual that I was not expecting is that it’s made me realize a lot about making art in general and let go of some of the stuff that’s been preventing me from doing some of the art I want to do be doing.

For some reason the last five years I have gotten really really hung up on the idea of absolutely NOT copying anyone and having everything I create be absolutely original, even though there have been techniques and styles I lovelovelove and really want to try. I’m also really interested in color and pattern and geometry and minimalism (to a degree) and the fact is if you are going to use geometry in your work, especially as the main focus of your composition- someone else has done it. Period, end of story. If you want to use triangles, it’s been done. Same with grids, or lines, or dots.

And really good artists go ahead and do it ANYWAY. It’s classic design. I have tons of pattern books and there are a million different patterns with geometrics in them, but they all are different and unique and beautiful because they each have the hand of the artist who made them inside the art. I’m starting to realize design and composition and subject matter and style are all just tools in art- like the paint and the brushes. As long as you bring yourself and your own expression into the art, THAT’s what makes it unique.

This has been so freeing to me. I’m still a tiny bit hung up on complete authenticity, but it’s loosening. I’m getting super excited to try out some ideas I have been holding on to for a long time.

(A sidenote to this conversation- I have been catching up on Flora Bowley’s “Studio Diaries” art classes from the last few months and one thing I am getting out of all the chats she has with other artists and her Q&As is the realization that not all art has to be for public consumption. Meaning- you can make art solely for yourself.

There’s been this whole movement of “share your work” and “put it out into the universe no matter what” and sometimes it’s okay to just NOT do that. I often DON’T create because I think “oh, I’ll have to share this and my idea isn’t good enough/original/important/won’t be received well” OR “what’s the point of investing this time if it has no value to anyone?”

It’s okay to just sit down with a stack of paper or canvas and paint and just make 100 weird experiments or doodles or abstracts and just have that be it. No other reason other than you want to play with paint to practice how colors mix and when you’re done, they get cut up for a collage or used as scrap paper or even tossed out. Or, keep them if you want to because they are pretty and dreamy but never show them to anyone.

You made something- you put in the hours at your desk, you did the work. That’s what matters. That all counts, even if no one receives it. It counts because you learned and explored and in that period of time, you grew a little bit as an artist. Even if no one sees or knows about it, it count. It counts because within the process of creation, YOU change. You grow, you evolve. Your work might not get out to the world, but that little boost in your own self does. That’s enough.

It’s the same with writing or poetry or photography or dance or whatever- you can just create something, whether it’s big or small, and then never share it with the world. It’s all in the process of creating, and not in the creation- not in the finished product.

I have heard this and have agreed with it forever (and ever and ever and ever), but I never really got it. For some reason, it finally sunk in. And it excites me so much!)

Here’s to a summer of happiness, relaxation, and creative freedom. <3

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so what now?

17 Jun 2016
playing with watercolor and shape

playing with watercolor and shapes

So, I got my stitches out a week ago- Thursday. Awesomesauce.

I’ll be honest, I’m still terrified there might be an infection in there. I feel like I’m walking on eggshells. I wake up every morning feeling good, but by the end of the day I just feel scared and worn down.

But I did my week of antibiotics, and my doctor is pleased, so… I have to trust her. And trust this whole process. But it’s so hard. This pin has been lurking for several years, and I’ve felt on the literal edge of disaster for the good part of the last year. I guess I just can’t believe I might be on the other side of it. I know I keep saying that, but I think it’s affected me a lot more than maybe I realized. I just feel very vulnerable and scared.

The incision from the surgery is kind of big, and it’s still very much healing, so I’m still a ways off from being back to the regular grind. I also have a big welt on my ankle from the combination of the gauze that they used to wrap my foot and ankle plus the the surgical shoe, and so I have to keep my eye on that, as well. That was a weird thing- when my doctor unwrapped the bandages to remove my stitches, she was actually more concerned about my ankle than the surgical incision. I think we caught that just before it turned into something big.

So now it’s just letting the incision heal and letting my ankle heal and being patient. I can’t really go out and do anything yet because I can’t cram my foot into my sneakers and I can’t wear the surgical shoe. Plus, I need to stay off my foot as much as I can to let it heal (and because it does hurt a little). So it’s sort of a weird time. But I’m okay with it- I’ll miss our summer ritual of seeing pretty much every movie released, but if it means I can get my foot healed, we’re all okay with it. Tom’s busy with catching up on the work he missed while he was going to all the pre-ops and helping me after the surgery, and Grace has different camps every week this summer (this week is sailing, next week is digital photography- I think…) and school stars early in June, so we’re all busy.

The best news, besides getting the stitches out, was that I got to go back into the pool.

I have been swimming five miles a day (about two hours and 15 minutes), every day for most of my adult life, so getting back into the pool was huge for me. But I can’t overdo it- soaking a healing incision that needs to dry out for 140 minutes every day is not such a great idea. So I’m swimming for about an hour, and making up some of the other hour on the recumbent elliptical, with my leg propped up.

BUT, swimming = bliss. Seriously.

The first day I got back into the pool, it felt like magic. The sun was shining, the skies were blue, the water was cool and refreshing and all sparkly, and as soon as I got in it felt like I was floating on air. It was just so amazing. I forgot how good it felt to be in the water, to glide up and down the length of the pool, to move all the muscles in my body, and to stretch myself out. My back finally relaxed and stopped aching. My mind quieted down.

I was only in for 20 minutes, and it felt way too short, but it was one of the most intense moments of my life- I felt such relief. I could have swam all day. I got out of the pool feeling better than I have in years- I literally can’t remember feeling as good as I felt that day. I felt like a brand new person.

I know this sounds like hyperbole, but it’s not.

This whole experience has been a bit of a “reset” for me. The last few years have been hard, and emotionally a struggle for me. Losing Delilah was sort of when it all started, and then I developed anemia which made me feel like shit, and then this thing with the pin in my foot started… it’s just been a really sucky bunch of years, to be honest. Not terrible awful, but not necessarily good either. Just part of the ebb and flow of life.

So my focus every day was just being “okay”. Not fabulous, not awesome. I’ve mentioned numerous times about that philosophy- it all started when Robin Williams passed, and I realized that nothing mattered more (not success, not wealth, not fame, not being adored by millions, not even having had a positive impact on most of the world, etc.) than just being OKAY. Sometimes all you can do is get through the day, and that counts for everything. And okay is pretty damn good when you’re in crisis mode or feeling terrified about things.

This last year, I started wondering if the fact that I’m getting older meant that my body would just start failing or something… I know this sounds melodramatic, but life with Spina Bifida can be a bit of the great unknown, and I’d be naive if I didn’t consider what how the natural aging process might change my health. I was responsible, but scared. And really sad, too. I know that sounds silly, maybe, but it was a little heartbreaking to suddenly think “okay, I’m no longer healthy, what’s next?” when I’ve sort of based my whole existence with this disease as being an example of someone who can have Spina Bifida and be an athlete and be healthy and have a good life.

I kind of worried that my “healthy” phase of life might be over, and it was hard to process. So I stopped thinking about it as a whole and just focused on being OKAY every day. Just okay was plenty enough. That’s what it’s been like for a long time.

But then I got in the pool last week and felt something more- I felt bliss, and happiness. For those twenty minutes I was in the pool and under the blue skies and gliding through the water (and a few hours after), everything was TRULY okay. And I felt peace.

And maybe I’m selfish, but I want more of that. It’s scary to admit that- it’s almost like I’m asking for too much. But screw it, I want to feel better. I want to feel *good*. The last few years I have felt little flashes of “good”- not a lot of it, but these moments where things seemed to sparkle and I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. But I would sort of put it away because it scared me a little. But I held on to those moments, those feelings. It was like something inside me was reminding myself that there was more hidden way down deep, just waiting for when the coast might be clear to come out again.

And I really felt that part of me emerge in the pool last week. I wanted to hold it tight, but I allowed myself to savor it and enjoy it, and then be okay when it passed. I just reminded myself that feeling good in those moments was proof that I was still capable of experiencing true joy and peace, and that when the time is right, it’ll happen again.

I’m starting to see this whole surgery/recovery thing as an opportunity to re-evaluate things and figure out how to change what’s not working and spend more time on what is. It forced me to literally step out of my normal routine and emotions and anxieties and all the things I thought were important but really aren’t and hit “reset”. I think this is kind of a big deal, but I want to take advantage of it.

One thing I’ve been doing the last few months is taking the “Awakening Joy” class again. The last time I took it, I was about three months into the class when Delilah passed away unexpectedly, so “Awakening Joy” was kind of off the table. I decided to take the class again this year because I was feeling so crummy and because it’s a class based on Buddhist philosophy, and one thing I wanted to do this year was take a class on Buddhism, just to learn more about it.

Of course, when the whole foot surgery thing came up, I put it on hold for a little bit. I went back to using “okay” as my baseline for life. I did use a lot of the stuff that was taught during the “getting through tough times” chapter/lesson the last few weeks, however. The class is seriously useful, no matter what your life philosophy/beiefs are and what is going on in your life.

But one thing that is at the very beginning of class is this question: what do you really want from life? How do you really want to feel?

Back in February, my answer was:
I want to be okay. I want to feel okay and be okay. I just want to get through this. And that was more than enough for that moment in my life, because it felt like everything was on the verge of not being okay. So okay was pretty big.

Now maybe it’s changed a bit. I want to feel good.

One thing the class teaches is that by changing habits and, therefore, changing the neural pathways in our brains (there’s a lot of neuroscience in the class), you can actually create more opportunities for happiness to arise. That’s why the class is called “Awakening Joy”- it’s all about waking up the inherent joy that all humans are born with but that gets sort of mashed down with life experiences. For a long time I wondered if the joy got “mashed down” or if people just grow out of it. But then I swam last week, and it was a reminder that the ability to feel joy- to feel good- is not gone, just sort of buried.

So I want to really look at my habits and adjust things a bit, and see what happens. I thought I had been doing that the last six months, but now I really get a chance to do it. I hope I stick with it, and that I don’t just fade back into old habits and let this be a blip in my long list of health experiences rather than something that could have a profoundly positive effect on my well-being.

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social media hiatus

15 Jun 2016
parker hiding from the world

parker hiding from the world.

Hey, How are you?

I wanted to say I’m sorry that I haven’t responded to any comments or emails- I’ve been kind of “off the grid” when it comes to social media for the last several months and I’m not doing such a good job of hopping back on.

I’ll be honest- this election has driven me insane. They always do- but this once has been vicious. At the beginning of the year when my stress from my health went into overload, I decided to see if limiting my exposure to any mention of the news and/or current events would make a difference in my mood. I deleted all links to news sites and dropped off Facebook. I kind of took a giant step back from the internet, and when I was online, I basically spent all my time on art websites, painting videos on YouTube, and listening to talks on Dharma Seed.

The biggest change for me was my decision to drop off Facebook. I didn’t delete my account, but I went from checking Facebook several times a day to maybe checking it once a week, if that. When I did go on Facebook, I basically checked my feed out of the side of my vision, and the minute I saw anything about politics or any kind of debate about current events, I immediately shut the browser window or quit the app.

Needless to say, I missed most of what was posted on Facebook because you can’t go more than a few posts without seeing something related to the election or guns or animal abuse. It’s a current events hotspot.

I used to really love Facebook- it was this place where people would share little snippets of life, or a few personal photos, and you could really stay connected via the little statuses. If you checked in once or twice a day, you could catch up on what people were up to and leave a few comments and it was a meaningful exchange. It was personal and manageable. Now it’s become a weird mix of endless memes, links to news sites, debates about politics, and huge dumps from people’s smart phones. It’s almost like it’s a grown-up Tumblr. And then Facebook started changing the way they displayed people’s statuses, so I kept missing all the personal stuff and just seeing the news stuff and the memes. It became this whole process to find the stuff I actually wanted to see.

I can’t say I miss it that much. I do miss being connected to friends, especially since I despise the phone and am a rotten pen-pal. But being away from current events and political arguments has really been good for me. I’m finding that the things that are meaningful to me and important for me to know about eventually find their way to me. And once I find out about them, I can seek out the information I need to know. It feels good to be in control of what I’m exposed to, instead of being at the mercy of what’s on my timeline, if that makes any sense.

One unexpected bonus to getting off Facebook was the time it freed up.

And I discovered the app Snapchat, which I actually love. I avoided it for ages, because I thought you basically “snapped” (I don’t like taking selfies…) your “chat” (and I really don’t chat…), but the whole “chat” thing is the part of the service that no one really uses. It’s all very non-chatty, actually.

You just basically take little photos and short videos with your phone and post them to your Snapchat timeline, and whoever is on your friends list can see what you’ve posted. That’s *literally* all there is to Snapchat. There are no comments, no “likes”, no sharing posts, no memes. There’s no way of sharing or linking anything off the rest of the internet into Snapchat. You can’t even take photos off your camera roll and post them on your timeline. All you can do is take a photo or video from inside the Snapchat app and post it. It’s a closed system. It almost reminds me of what the internet was like before “comments” were even a thing- when you just accessed a webpage and all your could do was read it. It’s very old-school that way.

And after 24 hours, everything disappears, so there’s no backlog of stuff to catch up on.

And, unlike Instagram, there are very few filters (and the ones Snapchat have are funny or useful, like temperature or time), so it’s not a lot of people staging their life to make it appear glow-y and blissful. It is what it is, warts and all. It’s designed in a way to encourage people to post and feel at ease being on camera. As much as I hate pictures of myself, I don’t mind posting little videos on Snapchat at all. It’s kind of lovely, actually, seeing people’s real lives, hearing their voices, seeing their lives unedited. I’ve always been obsessed with documentaries, and Snapchat is sort of like this little network of documentaries.

So when I have a desire for social media, I pop on Snapchat for a bit. It’s a nice alternative to Facebook, although I wish more people were on it.

Okay, enough talk about social media. But hopefully now you know why I haven’t responded to your email, replied to your comment, or left a note on your very important and personal Facebook status. I’m just taking a little break from social media. Please forgive me. <3

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stuff that’s good

09 Jun 2016
snapshot of the malaysian orchid in the garden from early May

snapshot of the malaysian orchid in my garden from early May

In my last entry I wrote (excessively) about my recent health issues with my foot and the subsequent surgery, but I also wanted to point out – and remember- that there was a lot about this whole situation that was pretty good, all things considered.

I was able to schedule the surgery- and all the necessary pre-op appointments- right away. All in all, I found out I needed the surgery on a Monday, and by Friday afternoon at 4:30pm, I was out of the surgery center and done with everything. That was kind of a blessing, because it could have taken weeks to get it all done. So I am very thankful I didn’t have to wait and agonize over it.

My doctor is amazing, her staff is great, and the staff at the surgery center were incredibly kind. The nurses before surgery and in the recovery room were awesome.

There was one nurse I met during recovery that was really wonder. She usually works with kids, and when she found out I had Spina Bifida, she kept telling me how amazing it was for her to see someone “grown up” with Spina Bifida doing so well. I kind of needed to hear that – I forget sometimes that I am doing okay¬†and I¬†get down on myself for having any health problems at all. It’s easy to be critical towards myself for not being more active (beyond swimming and gardening), not having more energy, not being some super-star world traveler who is involved in every possible activity. The last few years I’ve been in a funk about getting older and worried about changes in my health, etc. Having someone tell me I’m doing really, really well felt so good, especially just having had come out of surgery.

As far as recovery, there were several things about this particular experience that made life much, much better than any other post-surgery experiences I have had.

First of all, my family. The minute I found out I had to have surgery, my parents jumped in and took complete care of Gracie and her schedule (carpool, sports, playdates, parties, after-school stuff, weekend activities, etc.) so that I could just go to all my pre-ops and into surgery with an open schedule and not have to worry about anything. My parents live a few blocks away, and they spend a lot of time with Gracie, so it wasn’t stressful for her at all- she just got to spend a lot more time with Nanny and Papa the week leading up to my surgery and the days after it. That made everything SO much easier for me- I didn’t want this surgery to effect her at all, especially with it being her last week of school.

I think the main thing that made this such a different experience than other emergency/surgery/recoveries was Tom. This was the first time I went through pre-op/surgery/post-op with a partner, and having Tom be there for me was truly, truly significant and made such a huge difference. My parents have ALWAYS been there for every surgery and medical thing I have had, and they are experts at it. But they are still my parents- so it’s always affected them in a way that’s kind of deep. And when you see your parents hurting and worried on your behalf, you want to make it better. When I was young, I had to reassure them that I was going to be okay, just to try and ease their minds a little but.

With Tom, I don’t have to do that. I didn’t have to be brave, or hold back. I was able to joke about things one minute and really complain about stuff and whine about the stupid things¬†the next, and he was on exactly the same page as I was.

Tom got a completely different energy than my family- he’s super mellow. He kept me sane during the days leading up to surgery, and during and after the surgery, he kept me from losing my mind. He reassured me when I needed it. He let me spin out and then brought me back down to earth when I freaked out waiting for the fluid culture.

He took over every household task, including the ones I could have easily have done (folding laundry, feeding the birds, etc.) and the unnecessary ones that I add on because of my OCD and weird habits. He even took amazing care of the garden (which he has been helping me with for months because of the pin coming out of my foot). He skipped karate classes these past two weeks because he didn’t want me stuck home alone.

He never complained about anything, including having to get up with me a hundred times a night because when I first was recovering from the surgery and fully on crutches, just getting into the bathroom was kind of an adventure. He came up with a bunch of great solutions so I could continue to actually function and feel normal these past two weeks- like building a little shelf on the recumbent elliptical machine so I could rest my leg on it and be able to work out a bit.

He’s just a good person, and I love him an awful lot, and I feel very grateful that I got to spend the last 17 years of my life with him, and hopefully many many more. I couldn’t have asked for a better person to spend my life with. It’s really nice when someone just gets you, and has your back unconditionally. He’s my “tribe”.

Grace has also been extraordinarily sweet and kind and caring and patient during this. She’s been incredibly interested in how I’m feeling, and she genuinely feels bad that I have to go through this. I’m being honest with her about it all, because I want her to know if she ever has to go through something stressful, she can do it honestly and express how she feels without worrying about how it will be received. I love that she’s not only my daughter, but someone I really really *like*.


I’m also very grateful for little things like:
being able to take a shower every day. Thank goodness for shower benches, hand-held shower heads, and waterproof cast¬†covers When I was a kid, after surgery was all about hanging my foot out of the bathtub or taking sponge baths (ugh), so complete showers during recovery feel like a big indulgence. I’m a big shower person in general (I love taking a how shoer after a long swim) so it was nice to feel refreshed whenever I wanted to during these last few weeks.

being able to work out while recovering. We have a recumbent elliptical machine (like the ones they have in physical therapy) that we got last year so that I could work on strengthening my leg muscles, and Tom built a little shelf that I could prop my leg up on while I used it. Being able to really move my body every day while I can’t swim really made a huge difference in my well being. I will admit that my back is REALLY hurting (I’m so ready to get in the pool and stretch it out, but have to wait for the doctor to give the okay…) but I feel strong and not like a big blob. Usually after surgery I feel like my health problems have taken over my entire existence, so being able to get on the elliptical every day and get my heart pumping and my blood flowing made a huge difference in my well being these past two weeks.

being able to put pressure on my foot during recovery. Because the incision was on the side of my foot (near my arch), and the doctor didn’t have to cut into bone, it wasn’t crucial to healing that I stay off my foot after surgery. HOLY CRAP. I have NEVER had foot surgery that didn’t require me to be totally on crutches for weeks after. My foot has been bandaged with surgical gauze and layers of ace bandage on top, and a surgical shoe on top of that, so it’s well protected. It took me a few days to be able to step on my foot after the surgery because the place where the incision/stitches are did pinch a bit, but now I am able to move around the house pretty well with either just one crutch or no crutches at all. This has made recovery so much easier, I can’t tell you. I still kind of get scared that I am *walking* on my foot after years of being told “stay off your foot!”

Chester, who is one of my kitties. He’s stuck to me like glue the past few weeks. He sleeps next to me all night, and hovers around wherever I am during the day. He’s a very calm and reassuring kind of cat, so having him be there all the time has been a comfort for me.

– “Bloodline” and “Parks & Recreation” on Netflix. Tom and I spent the last two weeks binge-watching Bloodline (both seasons) and Parks and Recreation on TV. It definitely kept my mind off my foot. We started watching “Bloodline” the night after my surgery, and every day I looked forward to sitting down with lunch/dinner and watching another episode. “Parks and Recreation” is one of my favorite shows ever, so re-watching it from the first episode has been so much fun. Gracie loves it, too. (Our basic TV rule is if it’s something she can see in syndication, she can watch it.) I also watched a lot of YouTube watercolor videos while at my desk and on the elliptical.

watercolor. In the weeks before I found out I needed surgery, I started getting very interested in watercolor painting again. I took a few online classes, and invested in a set of the Mijello Mission Golds, which are wonderful. My interest in watercolor just kept growing all spring.

For Mother’s Day and my birthday (which was the day before my surgery) I got a bunch of gift certificates, so I splurged on a bunch of watercolors and kept ordering a few more tubes every few days so I would have something to keep looking forward to these past few weeks. Every time I get a new tube of paint, it’s like Christmas- I get to pour it out, swatch it, figure out where it fits in my palette, and experiment with how it mixes with all the other colors. It’s definitely kept me going these past few weeks. I’m excited to spend the summer painting with them.

I also promised myself when I got through this, I would allow myself to go ahead and get¬†a set of Sennelier watercolors I have wanted for a long time. It’s a definite indulgence, but screw it. I can’t buy myself a fancy pair of new shoes (I’ll be happy to be back in my Nikes, to be honest) or go on a vacation to mark the end of this experience, so getting a fancy set of watercolors seems like a pretty good way to motivate myself to get through this. If all goes as expected, they will arrive today (but not the pans to put them in- those are on their way from Europe and will hopefully get here very very soon!)

So it’s not all stress and pain, not at all. I’m still cautious- I have a few more doctor’s appointments left and I just had the surgery two weeks ago, and there was that whole fluid culture thing that came up, so I’m scared that I’m not quite out of the woods yet. My focus is just on getting through each day.

I *have* started to think about what comes next- I have been struggling with this particular health issue for almost a year, and it really has consumed a lot of my energy, time, and mind the last few months. It’s almost a little scary to think “what comes next?” But one step at a time, you know? Right now my focus is getting through today and seeing what happens.

Thanks, again, for reading these posts and spending some time with me.

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the pin that came out of the side of my foot

a little segment of the pin that came out of the side of my foot

This is going to be long, but I want to get all of the surgery stuff out in one post (at least the nuts and bolts of it- there’s a lot of positive stuff I’ll share soon, but I sort of want to do that in another “here’s where I am now…” post). Thanks for reading.

As many of you know, I was born with Spina Bifida. One of the “things” associated with that was that I had to have my left foot reconstructed a bunch of times when I was a kid.

When I was 18, and finally stopped growing, the doctors wanted to reconstruct my foot one last time, but the bone in my foot was kind of destroyed from all the surgery I had on it previously, so they cut out a chunk of bone from my left hip, crafted a new foot out of it, and then stuck it inside my left foot with a bunch of titanium staples, screws, plates, and pins.

About a year after that surgery, the metal plate had to be removed because my foot reacted negatively to it.

A few years later, two of the screws individually worked themselves out the bottom of my foot and were subsequently removed.

Then everything settled down for a while.

A few years ago, I noticed a little bruise on the side of my foot, in between my arch and big toe. It was really small, just a little dot. And when I ran my finger over it, I could feel a little pointy thing under it, like the point of a pencil was trying to jut out of my foot.

It was a surgical pin, and an x-ray confirmed it. I spent about a year looking at the bruise, and wondering if the pin might make a sudden appearance. But it didn’t hurt, and it wasn’t getting worse, so the doctor said to just leave it be and when it was time for the pin to come out, she could probably just use some forceps in the office and pull it out. That was a few years ago, and it seemed like the pin was just pushing on my skin from the inside, but not working its way out, so I kind of thought it might *not* be an issue after all.

Suddenly, about a year ago the little bruise got a little bigger, and then it got a tiny crack in it- like a little tiny paper cut. And then it healed up. It was never super red or painful or anything that I normally associate with hardware coming out of my foot, so I just kept taking care of it and waiting for it to go away. My foot didn’t swell, it didn’t hurt- it was just like a crack in dry skin almost. And then it healed.

Then it cracked again. Then it healed.

This kept happening for several months. It would close and everything would look super healthy and then it would crack open again.

I knew in the back of my mind it was time for the pin to come out, but a huge part of me was, like, “NO WAY, I CAN’T DO IT ANYMORE. I CAN JUST TAKE REALLY GOOD CARE OF IT AND IT’LL BE OKAY.” I mean, I have had some major surgeries in my life, been laid up in bed for months at a time, etc. and the removal of surgical hardware is not a big deal, all things considered. But there was just this part of me that couldn’t even process the idea of another surgery. It’s been 17 years since the last surgery (when the second screw came out) but something about the idea of surgery and being out of commission even for just a few weeks was too much for me to handle. I didn’t understand why I had such a negative reaction to it, but it was enough to make me want to avoid surgery.

Looking back (and I’m not outside of this whole situation yet, but I’m able to have a tiny bit of perspective as each day passes…) I really think I saw this surgery as a terrible, inevitable re-entry point into the world of health problems. Like, there was no way it would just be simple, because it never is. So in a way, I saw any type of “procedure” as a weird gateway back into a part of my life I wanted to be done with. There’s something about the whole surgery and recovery process that makes me feel so powerless, and the older I get the less I am okay with that. I’ve never felt like many of my doctors or health care providers (besides the ones I have been seeing as an adult) gave a rat’s ass what I thought, or how what they did to me might effect me. The idea of going through any of that again, at this point in my life, was sort of intolerable. Like I would be giving up a part of myself to go back into that. It literally felt like a grand piano falling onto my chest every time I thought about it.

On the flip side, I have been literally baby-sitting this little bruise for a year. It’s been EXHAUSTING. Terrifying. Every time I looked at my foot, I was half expecting that pin to just be poking through the side of my foot. But it didn’t happen, so I just kept sort of dreading it and freaking out about it and getting it to heal and then holding my breath until that little crack came back. A few months ago, I started to restrcit pretty much any activity that required me to wear my Nikes (pretty much anything outside the house/pool) in an effort to get it to stay healed.

Of course, the longer I waited, the worse my brain made it all out to be.

Finally, in early May, the little tiny crack thing started bleeding a tiny bit. Then some weird fluid came out of it- NOT pus, because I have seen pus- but white clean fluid. I started thinking to myself that might be some sort of fluid from bones or something and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I called my doctor on a Sunday afternoon (she’s the kind of awesome doctor who shares her home phone number and cell phone number with patients) and got in to see her the next day.

Of course, the pin had to come out. It was basically pressed up against the side of my foot from the inside, and as long as it was in there, I’d have that stupid little bruise-y, crack-y thing. Nothing I could do (staying off my foot, putting sixty layers of gauze on it, etc.) would keep that thing closed. I started antibiotics, scheduled the surgery for Friday, and began going to the ridiculous number of pre-operative appointments that are now required in Florida due to insurance fraud.

To be honest, the pre-op appointments were 10000x more stressful than the surgery itself.

I gotta be honest, almost everything not having to do with my foot seems like a string of never ending unnecessary stuff for insurance purposes, and I’m so tired of non-essential medical visits. I totally understand why it’s important to see my doctor once a year for a complete physical and blood tests and to check on my well-being, but to have to go in every six weeks or three months just to chat with someone in the office (not always my doctor) for five minutes so I can get a refill on my anemia meds or whatever else I need seems so outrageous to me. I’m not on any pain meds, never have been. It’s all just standard stuff. But there’s all these doctors, all the time. And the older you get, the more there is!

So all the pre-ops seemed a little superfluous when all I wanted to do was go home and just steel myself for the surgery and REST.

But I got through it- Tom (who is freaking amazing) went with me to every single appointment and test I had to go to. I managed to put my responsible, non-anxious, big-girl pants on and get it all done. That was a little bit of a surprise- one thing about me is I am very responsible, health-wise, and when there is something going on, there’s this little efficient, outgoing personality that emerges from my total introvert regular personality and takes total charge. She’s bossy and assertive and not afraid to get angry. She asks for what she needs and feels no anxiety about scheduling appointments and calling a thousand people on the phone and saying “no” and “yes” when necessary.

I want to talk about this is another post, but I think the reason “bad-ass Chel” was kind of underground is because I’ve changed a lot over the last ~20 years, especially the last ten years. It used to be that when I had a medical problem, I would get super pissed, and that would sort of fuel me through it all. There’s a line in a Rage Against the Machine song that always resonated with me: “Anger is a gift.” Totally! If I weren’t so fired up as a kid and a teenager, there’s no way I would have gotten through my life. The frustration kept me going. I always felt like it just HAD to get better. Because it would be ridiculous if it didn’t.

This time, though, when I found out about the surgery, I just felt really, really sad. Like, just bummed out. That was so weird for me. I think it’s better for me, to be honest, because frustration is a good ride up, but not easy to come down from. Sad is workable, it’s something I can understand and feel compassion and maybe work with.

So there were some interesting discoveries I had about myself during this whole thing.

ANYWAY, the surgery date came and it was not terrible- I was out of the surgery center before 4:30pm on Friday, and even though the procedure had been a little more complicated than expected, and it took them FIVE STICKS to get an IV started because of my reluctant veins, it was not all that traumatizing. The nurses were super nice, I really love my doctor, and Tom was there for everything and kept me from being freaked out.

The pin turned out to be threaded, like a screw. It was jammed into my bone, tight, so it had to be sheered off at the bone with a saw instead of pulled out, which meant a bigger incision for the saw and a little more maneuvering, on the doctor’s part. (Why the doctor who installed that pin left 3/4 of an inch of it hanging out the side of my bone baffles me, but whatever.) She did an amazing job and cut it off neatly right at the bone, and it’s no longer piercing the side of my foot.


When my doctor cut open my foot, she discovered a pocket of fluid near the pin. It was clean fluid (sterile, or so she believed- just residue from where the pin had been scraping up against the inside of my foot), but she sent a culture of it off to the lab to see if there was any funky bacteria in it.

After the surgery, when I was still in a bit of a daze from the anesthesia, she mentioned fluid in my foot, culture, etc., I was, like “no problem, whatever you like, can I go home soon?”. But then on the way home from the surgery what she was saying began to sink in, and by 8pm that night I was in tears, freaking out.

If the culture came back positive on the fluid in my foot, as a precaution, they might put me on IV antibiotics for six weeks- in other words, the protocol for treating a bone infection.

The reason I freaked was because I’ve HAD a bone infection. I was 18, a few months in college, and this cut I had on my big toe got a super nasty bug from the gross bathrooms in the dorm and that was that. Within 36 hours, I got a bone infection. I had been to the doctor on a Wednesday and had an X Ray and it was clear. But by Thursday night, the bone was blurry, which is a sign of bone infection. It literally got into my foot and destroyed the bone in 36 hours.

I was hospitalized immediately (out of school for the next year), had half my toe amputated, inserted with a big tube in the middle of my chest, and was sent home for six weeks of antibiotics. It was a big deal. Luckily. I beat the infection, and saved my foot (and then had it reconstructed with the hip bone and metal bits that bring us to the current part of this story) but I had a lot of complications with the central IV line and the whole shebang was really traumatic.

Like, so traumatic it made me insanely OCD (literal OCD, not slang) about keeping my feet STERILE and clean and healthy. I have my own bathroom and no one else is allowed in it- not Tom, not Gracie. I steam and bleach all the surfaces in it every other day and wipe them down daily. I have a special little hand held shower in my shower that I use to disinfect my foot after I get out of the regular shower, and then a little sterile area where I carefully dry and bandage it (even if there’s nothing wrong with it), just to keep it sterile in case something happens when I’m not in the bathroom. So if I get a blister or something when I’m out, there’s already a sterile bandage on my foot, so there’s no chance of infection.

I do my laundry every single day, seperately from everyone else’s laundry, and if Tom or Grace’s stuff goes through the washer/dryer, there has to be a “buffer load” in between so my bathroom towels do not pick up anything from their laundry. Nothing goes in the dryer unless it’s been thoroughly washed. No one is allowed to handle anything that goes in my bathroom (including my laundry), and whenever I bring something new in (everything from shampoo bottles to whatever) the outside has to be cleaned well before it goes in there.

I know this is insane, but after the bone infection, it feels like a totally worthy sacrifice. It’s what I do to ensure that I stay infection free.

Like I said, this is OCD. Not the bullshit kind. And I’m okay with it because for 25 years, I’ve had maybe TWO minor skin infections in my foot, TOTAL. And that’s with exposure to stuff I get gardening and swimming. That’s a pretty big accomplishment for me, and worth the work.

So after years of this, to be told I might need to be treated with the protocol for bone infection FLOORED me. And the only thing I could do was wait for the culture to come back, which was going to take a week. I was on antibiotics before the surgery as a precaution, and given a big dose in my IV during the surgery, but I had a feeling that something wasn’t right down there, and it scared the shit out of me. One sign of infection I get is one of my lymph nodes gets tender, and I had that¬†going on.¬†It has happened psychosomatically (did I spell that right?), but I felt like there might be something going on. So I was scared, even though the doctor really felt like the fluid wasn’t anything really serious. I just felt like anything could happen, and it was devastating, in a way. It just felt like everything was totally beyond my control.

I tried to not think about it, but… you know how that is. I just took it day by day.

One good thing is that I did do a little bit of research and found out that recent studies are starting to show that oral doses of certain antibiotics are just as effective as those drugs given through IV with osteomyelitis (bone infection) and fine in cases of precautionary treatment, which helped me feel a little better- if worse came to worse, I would have to figure out a way to really push for oral antibiotic treatment. And that might mean pissing off my doctor, which I didn’t want to do- she’s literally the only person I trust with my foot. So it just seemed like this giant cluster. But I was really determined to stick up for myself and find a way to be both responsible and look after my own well being. It empowered me a little bit. I hung on to that all week.

Finally, the culture came back on Thursday afternoon- and it was positive. BUT, it was positive for Strep (like strep throat)- a bacteria that is very responsive to many common antibiotics, and most of those are available to be taken ORALLY.

HOLY CRAP. I was just waiting to hear one of two things: “negative culture”, and if not that, then “oral antibiotics”. I got the oral part. Holy crap.

It’s now Monday, and it still hasn’t sunk in. I feel a lot better than I did this time last week, but, a little part of me is still terrified. This whole thing has been going on for a year. And it got intense. I feel like I barely avoided something really huge, so I feel like I need to tiptoe, to be very quiet and still, to keep things okay. I’m not going to feel okay until I’m beyond this completely. So for now I’m just doing what I can to get through each day and take good care of myself.

And it’s much better than it was a month ago or three months ago or even a week ago, because at least I am sort of on the resolution side of this whole thing, even if I’m scared that it’s not over.

It’s weird. I’ve spent the last nine months feeling like I was just on the verge of falling apart, literally kind of coming apart at the seams. Very “on the edge” and nervous and not trusting my own body and trying to hold it together. My main goal was getting this stupid pin to go away, and it literally has. And I don’t know what is on the other side of that. So I’m just in the midst of it, trying to be careful and still and take each thing as it comes.

(I do want to talk about some really positive aspects of this situation, but I’m going to leave that for another entry because it’s late and I have been working on this off and on all day and I need to get to bed.)

If you read this far, you are seriously amazing and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you just being here and giving me the space to talk. It feels really good to write about this, like I’m able to sort it out a bit and see it as an experience rather than a new way of living, if that makes any sense.


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Parker, our newest family member

Parker, our newest family member

I know it’s been forever since I last updated this website/journal/blog.

I’m not sure why I stopped writing- a lot was going on and a lot HAS gone on in the last nine months, and I think I just got overwhelmed by it all. Experiencing it and then writing about it seemed like just too much. One thing I do when I write regularly is that I start writing in my head, and then I carry the words and sentences and things around in my head until I can get them down on paper (or screen) and it’s sort of like another thing that can stress me out. So I just decided to stop worrying about it, and thus I just stopped thinking about writing.

But then the other day I was trying to figure out the different dates of different stuff that happened in the last year, and I realized I hadn’t really written much at all about any of it, and I wish I had.

Also, I miss writing. A lot.

So I decided to just come back here and start journaling again.

There’s lot of little things that have happened since last fall, of course, but two big things have happened: I had emergency foot surgery last week (ugh- I’ll probably write about that in another entry) and we adopted a new kitty in January that we named Parker.

As far as Parker, here’s the story:
During the holidays, I was missing Delilah a lot. For those that don’t know, Delilah was kitten that my parents got for me back in 1997, and she was my best friend and soulmate. She passed away in 2013 and it has been very hard to deal with her loss because she really was my shadow and we sort of grew up together.

Anyway, and on a whim, I googled “Bombay Cat Rescue” right after Christmas thinking that maybe I could give a donation in Delilah’s name to a cat rescue group. Delilah was a purebred Bombay, and even though I’m now a shelter-cat advocate in every sense of the word, I do think Bombays are beautiful, amazing cats and I’m grateful I got to share my life with one.

The FIRST thing that popped up when I googled “Bombay Cat Rescue” was this photo:

parker's photo from local animal control

parker’s photo from local animal control

I almost fell off my chair when I saw the picture- it was too cute. I started clicking around to try and figure out if I could send the rescue he was at a donation for him, or sponsor him or something, and I completely freaked out when I realized he was at the local animal control (aka the pound…)

I found out from his little “Adopt Me!” page that he was 8 years old, he was surrendered last August, and he had been waiting for a new home for about 5 months. Animal control is *not* a no-kill shelter, and Parker’s a black, older cat (both things are deterrents to adoption) so he really needed a home…

… and less than a week later, he was home with us.

We had no plans of getting any more cats- we already had three (rescue) cats, three birds¬†(two parrotlets we’ve had for about 13 years and a Caique),¬†and a leopard gecko (he’s about 20 years old…). We work from home, and we’re kind of homebodies on top of that, so the pet thing works for us, but it’s still a ton of work. A fourth cat was not something we were even considering.

However, something about Parker touched me-  and as soon as Tom met him, he sort of knew it was meant to be, as well.

And Parker is a WONDERFUL cat- incredibly sweet, very personable and perfectly behaved. He loves food and people and being around everyone and looking at the birds out the window and “talking” CONSTANTLY and sleeping and Ginger. Ginger is our kitty that had a bunch of health problems the last few years. She’s recovered now, but because of her illness, she was isolated from our other two cats for a long time and they sort of bonded with one another and left her behind. And she didn’t have much interest in them- they are both sort of rough and tumble boys, and she’s not interested in that. Parker is perfect for Ginger- he’s calm but interactive, very vocal and sort of the cat that is always around and GOOD company, and very reassuring in a gentle way. He loves Ginger, and the two are together all day, so not only did we add another amazing cat to our family, we were able to give Ginger a companion.

I will admit that Parker has filled a hole in my heart that I have had¬†since Delilah passed. Something about having a black cat around has made me feel full again. Parker’s nothing like Delilah¬†(they do share a few traits) and he’s twice the size of her, but something about seeing a black cat out of the corner of my eye makes my heart feel like everything is exactly the way it should be, cat-wise. So I am so grateful that we got to add him to our little family.

The flipside to this is that Milo HATES Parker. HATES him. We tried every method under the sun of slowly introducing them, and it just isn’t happening. So we’ve sort of let Ginger and Parker have the back of the house- the bedrooms and Tom’s office, and Milo and Chester have the front half. ¬†So now we have two sets of two cats- Parker and Ginger and Chester and Milo.

Tom works from home so there’s always someone home and hanging out with all the cats. We “switch” Milo out to the back of the house and let Ginger and Parker explore the rest of the house regularly. It’s not ideal, but it works fine. I hope, with time, Milo will relax a little bit- he’s kind of an intense and super active cat to begin with, and he’s slowly transitioning from kitten-into-everything-ALL-THE-TIME mode into a more calm cat (he’s three years old, but still acts like he’s about 6 months old) . So we’ll see what happens.


As far as the surgery…¬†I will write about that tonight or tomorrow. That’s something that I sort of knew was coming but was hoping might be off in the future- maybe YEARS in the future- and when I found out it was happening RIGHT AWAY it sort of really knocked me off my game. I’m still puzzling it out, to be honest. My health has always been a huge part of my life, but it’s been a while since I couldn’t take care of an issue myself with extra-good self-care, so this whole situation with my foot kind of shook me up. Plus: surgery. Being off my feet for weeks. Not being able to swim. Not being able to scrub my foot and keep it sterile and take care of it and see that the surgical incision is healing correctly… huge germaphobe, control-freak issues going on for me. And then there was an unexpected complication on top of it (I talked about it on Facebook a few days ago, will write about it here.) It’s just been a lot, and I’m surprised by how hard it hit me. Like I said- more soon on that. I need to gather my thoughts a little bit.

One thing I want to get back to is just writing about¬†whatever regularly. Not worrying about having too many entries in too short a time, or balancing my brain-dump entries with art-related entries, or giving important entries *enough* time before uploading something else, etc. When I first started writing online way back in 1997 (holy crap, almost 20 years of this…) all I wanted was an outlet. Since blogs were non-existant and personal webpages were few-and-far-between, I really didn’t think anyone was reading, so I wrote with abandon, about whatever I was thinking about. There was something very freeing about that.

I want that again. Maybe this break has sort of reset all my weird neuroses about blogging that I’ve picked up on in the last decade.

I don’t know if anyone still reads this, so if you’re here and you see this- hello. Thank you for checking in on me, still. Thank you for reading this. Thank you for hanging around. I don’t know if the comments work or the back-end of this website is all out of date or what, but I’ll figure that out later. I just wanted to start writing something while I had the urge. Momentum is a key thing for me.

Hope you had a great weekend.

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Fall Leaves Stamping Project

Fall Leaves Stamping Project

I actually STAMPED something!

I know, I know- not really a big deal. But it kind of is a big deal to me. All summer, I’ve collecting rubber stamps of flowers and foliage. Lots of stamps. Mostly clear and cling kinds, for easy storage and because they are less expensive. But lots of stamps, because there are so many gorgeous ones on the market.

But I haven’t been using them- at all.

On one hand, I think it’s perfectly okay to see this as JUST a collection, because they aren’t expensive and heck- people collect weirder things. They make me very happy in that I like researching¬†all the beautiful designs that are available, picking out one or two sets I love the best, placing the order, and waiting for it to come, and then I like unpacking the stamps and organizing them. And then I like to take them out and look at them. I guess they are sort of like collecting baseball cards or comics or something.

But I didn’t buy the stamps to collect them- I bought them because I wanted to make patterns and composed images with them. I mostly wanted to use them with watercolors and colored pencils.

The problem is, and I’ll be honest here: they SCARE me a little.

I’ve always loved stamps and the whole idea of stamping, but I feel like I am not really good at it. For some reason, getting the stamp inked up and positioned on paper and stamping it cleanly has never been my strong suit, maybe because my hand-eye coordination is wonky. So I have been buying stamps and not using them, just neatly storing them and organizing them and looking at them a lot.

Then there was a bunch of newly released stamps¬†which I desperately wanted but could not justify because I don’t use the stamps I have.

So, last week I decided that I HAD to start stamping *something* so I pulled out some fall leaves stamps I got from Hero Arts and some Distress Ink mini-cubes and just had some fun.

Hero Arts Scattering Leaves

Hero Arts Scattering Leaves Stamps

I did something super simple- just mashed different colors (reds, oranges, golds, greens) of the Distress inks on one single stamp, misted it with some water, and stamped on watercolor paper. The mist of water made the colors run together and mix up, and when I stamped it, it looked like a marbled pattern. Very simple. The hardest part was deciding where to place each leaf on the paper.

I used Fluid Watercolor Paper for this and I still don’t like it- Distress Ink is basically a highly-soluable watercolor¬†dye¬†in a little cube- when you hit the ink with water, even after it dries, it’s supposed to re-activate. The Fluid paper doesn’t like that. It’s very hard to lift any paint you’ve put down, even the most water-thirsty paints and dyes. I just used it because I had a pad of Hot Press, which is usually a smooth surface, good for getting cleaner stamp impressions. Once the Fluid paper is gone, I’m done with it- it hasn’t worked for anything I’ve tried with it. Back to Strathmore and Canson…

Anyway, there are a zillion colors of Distress ink, but here are the colors I have:

Distress Inks Color Swatches

Distress Inks Color Swatches

They come either in large ink pads or little 1.5″ x 1.5″ cubes, and I like the cubes- they are less expesive, easy to store, easy to use, and you can do multi-color stamping techniques with them. Because they are so water-friendly, if you stain one cube with another, the color lifts easily.

AND, big bonus, because they are instantly activated with water, wet or dry, they don’t stain your stamps. For some reason I have a big thing about not staining my stamps too much, which is something I’m going to need to get over if I am actually going to *use* my stamps because most ink does stain. I just feels like the ink stain sits there and sort of eats away at the surface of the stamp. That doesn’t necessarily happen, but when I used to stamp with polymer clay, some of the solvents I used did exactly that, so some of my stamps either cracked, turned super hard, or just dissolved. I have to remember this is a whole different ball game.

So here’s to more stamping! Baby steps, right?

Hope you are having a wonderful weekend <3

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“It is a happy talent to know how to play.”

Here are my planner pages from October.

I use a Happy Planner from Me & My Big Ideas as a scrapbook/photo album/collage journal. I don’t use it for planning- instead I take all photos, ephemera, cool magazine rip-outs, bits of mail, receipts, etc. and collage them in at the end of every week along with paper crafting supplies.

Here are the pages from October:


October Mood Board

I decided to use the “month on two pages” page at the start of every month in the planner as sort of a mood board/art journal page. I just go through my box of magazine tear-outs and ephemera and stuff and pull images and quotes and pieces that resonate with me, and put them together.



September 28 – October 4

A photo of the sunrise and a photo of the sunset, which is basically my way of remembering the beautiful weather we had that week. I also enclosed a snippet of a receipt for some stamps I ordered from Altenew (they make the most amazing stamps) and a journaling card.


Other side of September 28 – October 4

On the other side of the journaling card¬†is some notes¬†about the week, and on the other full-size page are some memes that were going around Facebook that I loved and printed, a photo of a color swatch I made, a snapshot of Milo, and a few things from an ephemera pack. I just wanted to really make it feel like fall (have I mentioned fall is my favorite season? ūüėČ )



October 5 – October 11

In October, my main struggle was with time- I had none. So that quote from the cover of Real Simple really hit home.

We started going back to the movies again (finally had the energy!) so I put in printed movie posters of what we saw, and a snapshot of Chester lounging in the morning sun.

Surprisingly, we had a foggy morning that week, and it’s my FAVORITE weather thing (well, besides cool, clear days) so I had to document that. We normally don’t have them until January. And a pretty fall sunset. I’m definitely loving the weather and want to be mindful of it and document it.



October 12 – October 18

This was a BIG month for Grace- she turned ten years old (!!!!!!!) on October 20th, and a bunch of her school friends also had birthdays this month, so they had a big celebration at school for them in the middle of the month. I wanted to include more than one photo of that because I wanted to remember her life in 4th grade.

In the center of the page I added in a page from my daily flower calendar, with a quote from Maya Angelou (“‚ÄúEach of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us. We need hours of aimless wandering or spates of time sitting on park benches, observing the mysterious world of ants and the canopy of treetops.‚ÄĚ ),¬†and a photo of some seeds I started that week.


Other side of October 12 – October 18

The flip side of the calendar page is an invoice from my fall seed order¬†so I can remember what I planted this fall,¬†plus two very zoomed photos of Chester kitty on the lanai (it’s screened in), furtively eating my plants. The text says “I love you even though you eat my plants.”

On the other side of the full size page is a photo of Grace and one of her friends on a playdate, a little journaling, and two movie posters from that week. I used a little patterned paper behind it and a bunch of fall themed stickers/ephemera I’ve been collecting and purchasing. It’s so much fun to have a use for stickers again! I sometimes feel like a little kid using stickers.



October 19 – October 25th

Grace’s actual birthday week. She’s having a party in the sometime distant future, so we surprised her with her gifts and a little cake when she got home from school that day.

It was Ginger’s first week out after her surgery so I took a bunch of photos of her exploring the house for the first time in 18 months. It’s so wonderful to have her back in the mix again.

There’s also a photo Tom snapped of Milo curled up under a blanket.


Other side of October 19 – October 25

The insert in the middle is actually an envelope that I used to put Gracie’s birthday wishlist inside- she printed it out a few weeks ago and gave it to me and there were some amusing things on there that I though she’d like to see when she gets older. Everything from a pair of suspenders (!)¬†to a security¬†cam for her room to an Apple Watch (hah!) to a bunch of Harry Potter stuff. I journaled on the back of the envelope.



October 26 – November 1

Halloween Week! Playdate photo, Grace at the beach with some of her friends, a photo from Trick or Treating with friends, and a cool vintage photo (I think it was taken in the 1920s?) I found in a magazine. Plus some lantern stickers I had in my stash, a wood veneer, some flower die cuts, a pumpkin sticker, and an acrylic “today” word.



End of the Month “Currently” List and the title page for November

Just my “Currently” list which is at the back of every month in the planner (which is kind of one of the big reasons I bought it) and the title page for November. Some of the title pages that the planner comes with are beautiful and have quotes, but this month’s was pretty plain so I added an image from a magazine (either Better Homes & Gardens or Real Simple?) and put on some letter stickers.

bonus page:


September Mood Board

I never did anything with the¬†month-on-two-pages from September so I went back and made a general autumn/fall mood board. The quote is from¬†¬†Siri Hustvedt: ‚ÄúIt has taken me a very long time, a very long time to¬†give myself permission to fly and breathe fire.‚ÄĚ I’m trying to do that this fall- give myself permission to just¬†do and¬†be me. It’s tricky work.

One thing I will say about my first month documenting things in this planner – it has made me very very mindful of everything. That’s a great thing. The planner takes a long time to work on- much longer than I anticipated or even have time for!- but it’s become sort of like a weekly meditation and it forces me to pay attention to all the little things, which I kind of need in my anemia-induced haziness. I figure I’ll get better at both the page compositions and time spent doing them as I keep working on it.


If you’ve made it this far, thank you for looking and reading all of this. I hope your week is a happy one ūüôā

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first foggy morning of the season...

first foggy morning of the season…

In my head…
Just so you know, I wrote my last post (the one about Ginger, anemia, and the issues with the floors) over the¬†span of the last few weeks.¬†I know it seemed like a big load of stuff at one time, but it was sort of spread out over¬†a month. I just wanted to thank¬†everyone for their support and for the love. I know I sounded a little overwhelmed but I feel like there’s a light at the end of the tunnel¬†and I’m just moving towards that, one little step at a time.

I think right now I need to focus on that- taking things one day at a time. I recently finished reading Gretchen Rubin’s book “Better Than Before” and she has what she calls¬†“Rules of Adulthood” which are basically little maxims about being an adult that make life a little easier. As I was reading, I made up my own Rule of Adulthood, which is: Make the Right Decision at the Right Time.¬†That’s kind of a response to my anxiety- I’m always thinking way too far ahead, processing all possible alternatives and outcomes and agonizing over everything, whether it’s what time to get in the pool to what to have for dinner, etc. “Make the Right Decision at the Right Time” is my reminder that there’s no need to agonize about¬†decisions in advance or worry about things before they happen. I almost always change my mind, anyway.

I know it sounds silly, but just keeping that in my mind has been a big help. Make the Right Decision at the Right Time.

I’m also finding a lot of comfort¬†in constantly making fresh to-do lists, even if they are just carbon copies of each other. I usually just write a big to-do list on Sundays and follow it through the week, but I’m finding that writing them every other day helps me figure out what’s important and what I feel up for and then I can sort of tackle those things first and not spend a lot of time wondering what needs to be done first.


I know I keep mentioning it, but I’m *still* adjusting to the new¬†school schedule. Life at Grace’s new school is busy, and I keep waiting for it to settle down. The truth is that it may not settle down- there’s just a lot going on. Grace seems to be thriving, though, so that’s all that matters.

I’ll be honest- my issue is that all my extra time (the time I used for painting, creative stuff, etc.) is pretty much gone. I used to get a few hours in the afternoon, but now I’m lucky if I get about half an hour before dinner, and a little bit of time first thing in the morning and right before bed. I probably should learn how to use those bits of time more constructively, but I gotta admit, I’m not really firing on all cylinders first thing in the morning and right before bed. Especially not now, with anemia clouding my brain. I have to admit- I think the mental part of anemia (the dizziness and the lethargy) is far worse than the physical part. I hate not feeling sharp and focused. I thrive on that, so to feel like I’m sort of spaced out so much of the time frustrates me.

On the flip side, it’s taught me a lot about authenticity and values. I know this sounds super weird, but stick with me for a minute. Because I don’t have much time/energy/focus, it becomes very apparent¬†very quickly what I really feel driven to do. The other stuff falls away very quickly. That’s been eye-opening for me in a lot of ways, and I’m still working through what I’m discovering. Now I need to find the courage to cross the other stuff off the list and just go for what really matters and makes me feel good.

Outside my window…

IT’S FALL! Well, it’s still 80-85 degrees out every day and it rains pretty regularly, but *still*, it’s fall!

There’s something very different about the light and the quality of the air in fall. It’s kind of magical to me, and I’m not a really big “magic” kinda person. I have said this before, but there’s a weird quickening¬†I get in the fall that I can’t experience¬†any other time of the year. It’s like my personal New Year’s- everything feels fresh and new and possible and okay. I don’t know why the heck I feel this way at this time of year, but it’s really a big deal for me. It’s almost like summer being over is this huge weight off my shoulders- I physically feel such a difference.

I’m trying to enjoy the weather as much as possible. We were able to open the doors and windows a few days ago for the first time in about five months, which was so lovely. And there was a beautiful morning fog this past week, the first of the season.

The flip side to Hurricane Joaquin was that we got this stretch of astoundingly gorgeous weather- cooler temperature, super breezy and dry, puffy clouds racing across a deep blue sky. It lasted for about four days. I felt really wretched enjoying that weather when the hurricane was causing so much damage and loss of life and threatening major problems on the east coast. But, it was sort of like summer was pushed out and fall came in overnight.

In the art studio…
Working on the planner. I forgot how addicted I get to collaging stuff and figuring out what images and information to put together. I know I said this before, but I *really* like the “mish-mash” approach to documenting life so much more than scrapbooking (which I also like, I just like being able to add everything – including magazine images and ephemera and random stuff- even more.)

Also, I can work on it on the fly. I can spend 10 minutes on it, and get things done, as opposed to my other creative interests which often require an hour or more to do anything.

I haven’t really been able to do any coloring or color palettes in the last month. No time.

I also want to start painting in acrylics again SOON. I keep thinking about it. Yearning for it. That’s a good sign. I just hope I can get going on my own. The last two years I took Flora Bowley’s “Bloom True”¬†during October and November, and that forced me to start painting,¬†but this year I didn’t sign up because I didn’t want to lose six weeks of the fall to me being obsessed with the class. But if I can’t get painting again, I will be signing up for¬†a class soon.

There’s also a bunch of classes on CreativeBug that look great. I got a subscription for Gracie this summer (she likes to take online art classes because we usually have all the materials here in the art studio) and there’s some stuff on there that *I* want to take. The rest of Lisa Cogden’s classes, the watercolor classes, etc…

And I *really* want to take an online class on Buddhism. I don’t know where, or when, but every year I try to take something spiritual/well-being-based, and this year I think I want to do something that’s more like an overview (history of buddhism, etc.) ¬†of a big topic. I think the fact that it’s autumn makes me itchy to take a class.

I just need to figure out the time.

In the garden…

I finally made my fall seed orders, and got everything a few weeks ago. I wanted to plant everything right away, but I learned the hard way in years past that if I plant when the weather is still too warm, none of the seeds sprout.¬†For those wondering “WHY is she planting seeds in fall?” it’s because here in Southwest Florida, fall is basically our spring. Spring and summer are too hot and wet to grow anything, so fall and winter are our peak gardening months.

As far as seeds, they are a bunch of different Coleus (a regular in my garden), Geranium (another regular, but this year I am only doing four varieties as opposed to the ten I usually do), Petunia (another regular, but again I’m scaling down- four varieties), and a few random selections: one packet of Nasturtium (skipped it last year but want to get one big planter going again for this year), a bunch of catnip (Chester’s obsession), Brazilian Fireworks (could never get it to go before but will try again) and a few other seeds I can’t remember. The reason for fewer petunias/geranium is that I got a lot of tropical/all season plants this summer (shrimp plants, lantana, mandevilla) and I’m out of room for seasonal plants!

This year I decided to try germinating the seeds indoors so that I could get an early start. My geraniums and petunias have already sprouted, but I’m giving them a bit of time in the Jiffy soil pellets before I transfer them. I also planted a single Nasturtium seed, and that went crazy, so I transferred that yesterday. Usually nasturtiums don’t like being transferred so we’ll see how that does after being started inside.


Right now I’m reading “Big Magic” by Elizabeth Glibert which is amazing (I think I have highlighted about 85% of the book) and at night, when I can’t sleep, I am reading Celeste Ng’s “Everything I Never Told You.” I’m only about 20% into that book, but so far, it’s very readable and I’m interested so that’s a good sign.

As I mentioned above, I spent September reading “Better Than Before” by Gretchen Rubin, who wrote “The Happiness Project” and “Happier at Home”. As with all of her books, I liked “Better Than Before”¬†a lot. I definitely got a lot out of it. ¬†It’s all about how people form habits- good and bad. I¬†have an obsessive and organized personality, but I’m also super indecisive about things, so for me, habits are always¬†really¬†hit (like swimming, which I have done religiously since I got in the pool 23 years ago) or¬†really¬†miss (remember that 100 Day Project? I lasted two weeks.) It was very interesting to see how my tendencies about thing factor into which habits stick, and learn a little about why.

Next I read the newest Alexander McCall Smith (“The Woman who Walks in Sunshine”) and it was charming. I read it in two afternoons.

I also re-read a book called “Spark” that I was sent for review a few years back and found on my shelf the other day.

I wanted to throw¬†“Fates and Furies” across the room because it was so bad (not really, it’s on my iPad so I didn’t throw anything, but I *wanted* to). Total nonsense about totally ridiculous characters. It was readable, but just insufferable. I know some people are going insane over this book, about how good they think it is, and I guess I can see it, but in the end it just felt like more manipulative fiction dressed up in interesting writing¬†about millenial hipsters living very broken lives..

Watching (Movies)…
We finally started going to the movies again a few weeks ago, and we’ve been catching up on movies at home, too.

The Martian was amazing.

The Walk, (in 3D) was BEAUTIFUL and so inspiring. Of course, I have a special place in my heart for the story since I’m a New Yorker, and it’s about the Twin Towers right after they were built, so it was amazing to see it unfold in 3D. I can’t recommend “The Walk” enough. I’m a little crushed it’s not doing better at the box office, because it’s a wonderful movie (really great for kids, too) and the story is really meaningful. Maybe if it’s nominated for some awards, it will gain some traction, and more people will see it.

Loved Crimson Peak and I am very very glad we had a chance to see it in the theater. Sumptuous, and not that scary at all- just creepy and gothic.

Black Mass was good, not great. Johnny Depp was amazing, though.

San Andreas was surprisingly good. Not excellent cinematic innovation or anything, but a very very watchable movie. A little trigger-y if you are sensitive to natural disasters and/or urban destruction (watching buildings fall always makes me a little edgy…)

Finally, The Wolfpack was AMAZING.¬†The description: “Winner of Grand Jury Prize at Sundance, this critically acclaimed documentary follows the Angulo brothers who were locked away from society in an apartment on the Lower East Side of Manhattan and discovered about the outside world through the films that they watch. Nicknamed the Wolfpack, the brothers spend their childhood re-enacting their favorite films using elaborate homemade props and costumes. With no friends and living on welfare, they feed their curiosity, creativity, and imagination with film, which allows them to escape from their feelings of isolation and loneliness. Everything changes when one of the brothers escapes, and the power dynamics in the house are transformed. The Wolfpack must learn how to integrate into society without disbanding the brotherhood.” If you have a chance to watch one film at home anytime soon, you should check this out.

Watching (TV)…
Okay, we found an amazing show- it’s called “Fortitude”. We watched the first season¬†of “Manhattan” (which was excellent) and then I went on IMDB to look at their “if you enjoyed ____, you might enjoy _____” list (from which I have found a lot of interesting shows for us to binge watch) and Fortitude popped up. I never heard of it, or the channel that it aired on (Pivot?) but the trailer looked great and Stanley Tucci was in it, and it was supposed to have a sci-fi element to it, so we went ahead and downloaded it.

Description: “Fortitude is a place like nowhere else. Although surrounded by the savage beauty of the Arctic landscape, Fortitude is one of the safest towns on earth. There has never been a violent crime here. Until now.”

SO. GOOD. Really great.

It’s sort of like¬†if Broadchurch was set in the North Pole, with a mystery about a Wooly Mammoth in addition to the murder mystery. I know that sounds insane, but it’s so compelling.

And “Mahattan” was great, too. That’s an American cable series about the scientists that built the Atomic Bomb during World War II.¬†Unfortunately, they made a few changes in season two (no more Sigur Ros doing the score, and Daniel Stern’s character seems to written off, which is unfortunate…) that makes me like the show a little less.

Oh, and season two of Fargo started! And season two of The Affair. Homeland started, too, but we always find that we like that show so much better when we binge watch it, so we’re saving the episodes on the Tivo and we’ll watch when the season is done.

As far as family TV, we’re watching the new season of Amazing Race, the current season of Project Runway, and an old season of Survivor (season 14- Fiji) which we started late this summer and will finish before we start watching the *new* season.

Okay, that’s a lot for now ūüôā If you’ve read all this, thank you. <3 I hope you have an amazing weekend!

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It's FALL!!!

It’s FALL!!!

What’s going on around here:

I know I haven’t written one of these in a while. A few things that happened:

Ginger and the Surgery:
Ginger (one of our kitties) finally had the surgery to remove the glands by her tail about three weeks ago, after being plagued by infections in that area for the last 18 months.

The surgery went very well, and we are SO,¬†SO relieved and just… *big deep breath*. Our pets are truly part of our family in every way, so having any of our animals ill or in any kind of pain is a hugely emotional thing. It’s been a rough 18 months for Ginger, and Tom and I can hardly believe the surgery is done and she’s recovering now.¬†We feel incredibly grateful. And Ginger’s such a *champ*- she went through all of this and no one could explain to her why things were hurting and why she kept getting better and then worse, and then she had to have the surgery and recover from that… what an amazing little kitty she is. And she never doubted us, which is amazing to me. I was so worried she’d wonder why we were doing all this to her but she just kept loving and trusting us. It’s amazing- animals are just so amazing.

One of the dangers of the surgery was that Ginger¬†might end up incontinent as a result of them cutting out some muscle, but that didn’t happen.

The other scary part of the surgery was that when they sent the removed tissue in for testing, it might reveal the infections were due to cancer and not just an odd bacteria or just a general problem with the glands. Happily, the tests came out negative for cancer. However, Ginger did have a super weird bacteria in her tissue sample that was so unusual that the vets had to do research on what antibiotics might kill it, and then we were sent to some pharmacy in Naples to have it compounded.

Ginger was on about three weeks of those antibiotics, and¬†they took off her e-collar about a week ago.¬†In a few days, we’ll start taking her out of isolation (she’s been living in the back bedrooms of the house for 18 months so she could rest and heal and not have the boy cats messing with her…) and getting her back into the rest of the house.

Yay for Ginger!


If you’ve been reading my posts for the last year or so, you probably have picked up on the fact that I haven’t felt great, health-wise. The truth is, I have felt completely¬†awful for the last two or three years. Like, *really* awful. I honestly thought it was part depression and part Spina Bifida and I just had to make the best of it and keep going.

The Spina Bifida thing is always a big question mark because it’s neurological and physical, and it’s a completely¬†individual disease, meaning everyone who has it has a completely different experience with it because it affects so many nerves, muscles, and organs. I assumed that the increased exhaustion and dizziness was just part of it. Exhaustion is sort of par-for-the-course just because things like physical balance and walking (which most people do without much effort) is difficult for me. I don’t really have muscle memory in my core or legs, so walking and staying balanced when I’m on my feet is something I have to work on as I do it. As you can imagine, that takes a lot of energy. (Ironically, I have wonderful muscle memory when it comes to swimming- I get in the pool, and it’s all automatic. It feels like I am flying.)

As far as the depression, I’ve been struggling with that all my life. It sort of ebbs and flows with how much stress I am going through – it was pretty bad in high school and college, and then it was much less pronounced after graduate school and in my adult life.¬†But when Delilah passed away in spring of 2013, I was just devastated, and I never really bounced back. I have mentioned my struggle with Delilah’s passing occasionally, but not in much detail. I just think that there are a lot of people who are sort of, like, “get over it!” when you start talking about losing a pet, so it’s been something that’s sort of private for me.

It turns out it wasn’t depression/Spina Bifida- it was anemia.

At the end of this past summer, I felt so lethargic that I even stopped going to the movies¬†(which is one of my favorite things to do to relax, especially in the summer)¬†because the whole process just exhausted me- every time we’d sit down in a dark theater, I’d nod off. And the car rides to and from the theater felt like agony.

I got diagnosed with anemia and a low thyroid a few years ago, but I thought anemia was just a “whatever” kind of condition in that it makes you feel tired, but life goes on.¬†I never realized anemia (low iron) actually means that you don’t have enough red blood cells to carry oxygen to your entire body, including the heart. I’m a long time vegetarian with heavy periods (sorry, TMI, but relevant info…) so every month, my iron levels¬†have been dropping and dropping.

A week before my annual doctor’s appointment in September, I had blood drawn, and the blood tests showed the anemia had gotten much worse, and it was affecting my heart function. When I saw my doctor, she¬†very firm about me needing to take immediate action,¬†and when she started mentioning words like “transfusion” and “surgery” (ablation), I got the message.

She gave me three months to get my blood levels up before I have to take more drastic steps. So now I’m dutifully taking my meds and altering my diet (lots of spinach and veggies with iron) and paying close attention to how I feel. When I’m tired, I rest. When I’m dizzy, I sit down. I’m making myself get more sleep. I’m saying “no” to a lot of things because I just need to take it easy.

I know there are a lot of people out there with anemia who have very full schedules, but the combination of Spina Bifida *and* anemia is a lot. It really is. I’m only writing this because I’m tired of pretending I feel great when I really don’t. That’s been my whole life, and I don’t want to do that¬†anymore. I’m finding the more honest I am¬†about how I really feel, the better I wind up feeling.

The iron pills seem to be helping as far as I can tell- I’m not as dizzy, I feel a bit more focused and energetic, and I find myself wanting to do things as opposed to feeling obligated to do them. We’ve been going to the movies again- and I’m not dozing off! It’s sort of baby steps.

I don’t know if it’s psychosomatic or something actually changing as a result of the pills, but I’m just riding it and seeing where it takes me.

Home Improvement and Floors:
I don’t know if you remember or not, but back in the spring, I started¬†talking about us redoing all our floors in our house. Then suddenly I *stopped* talking about that project.

Well, the floors my dad and Tom installed were from Lumber Liquidators. And the week after we got them in, there was a big report on 60 Minutes about the illegal levels of toxins in the floors- they were manufactured in China, and the plant was told to ignore the US regulations, so tons of floors were sent out and sold that were toxic.

And it turned out the floors we installed have super high (and illegal) levels of formaldehyde in them- the test kit that Lumber Liquidators sent verified it. *sigh* Of course, when Lumber Liquidators contacted us with the results, they said that an agent would be in touch shortly to do another test and follow up with getting them removed/replaced, but nothing ever happened.

So now we have to get the floors OUT (no more waiting around for someone to contact us) and find new floors to replace them. And we’ve got a lawyer on it, as well, because it’s never¬†as simple as getting a refund or Lumber Liquidators doing the right thing and having someone come and remove the floors and replacing them with CERTIFIED and TESTED healthy floors.

Hopefully, we’ll be able to pick a new floor within the next few weeks, get whatever additional testing done right away, and have new floors installed. This time, we’re hiring installers so hopefully they can do the whole house in a fairly brief period of time.

I can’t wait for this to be over- what a nightmare. So much for saving money by getting discount floors and DIY ūüôĀ


So, anyway…
that’s kinda what’s been going on, in addition to us getting used to the new school schedule and how busy things have been. It’s also why I haven’t been online or on Facebook or posting on here very often. I plan to do a more normal “around here” post in the next few days, I just didn’t want to jam all of this in, so I decided to make an individual post with this stuff. That way, if I refer to Ginger or the floors or anemia, you’ll kinda know what I mean.

I know I say this a lot, but I’m hoping that things do truly settle down just a bit and we can all catch our breath and enjoy the fall. It’s been an interesting few months.

I hope you have been well, and I hope you have a great week ūüôā If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading. I really appreciate it.


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watercoloring with Albrecht Durer watercolor pencils

watercoloring with Albrecht Durer watercolor pencils

I mentioned a few weeks ago¬†that I was going through a bit of a watercolor pencil phase at the moment. After using a set of Inktense I’ve had in my stash for several years and finding them a little frustrating, I wound up ordering a different set of watercolor pencils to try- Mondeluz, which I liked a lot and enjoyed using.

But I kept reading about two other watercolor pencil lines that were supposedly the creme de la creme- the Caran D’Ache¬†Museum Aquarelle (which I immediately ruled out because they are insanely expensive, although I do want to try them eventually. Maybe as a Christmas gift?) and then the Faber Castell Albrecht Durer pencils.

After spending a few weeks REALLY wanting the Durers and looking at the prices, Utrecht suddenly had a crazy online sale and they *didn’t* exempt the Durers from it, so I¬†splurged.

Needless to say, I love them. They are vibrant, easy to use and blend and wash and lift, come in a zillion colors that literally made me “ohhhh” and “ahhhh” as I made the color chart, and just make me want to use them all day. They are one of those art supplies that you get and enjoy not only having, but using. So much so you want to devote all your creative time to using them.

I will say this- the Durers are not leaps and bounds better¬†than the Mondeluz. ¬†I was kind of expecting a tremendous difference in the two pencils because of the cost difference, but I was impressed by both. However, there are some key quality issues that make the Durers the better pencil:¬†Durers¬†don’t dull when they dry, the pencils tips, no matter how sharp, don’t break when you put a lot of pressure on them, and the Durers come in a much larger range of colors.

But I gotta say, even though I have the Durers, I still think the Mondeluz are really great, especially for the price.

As usual with my art supplies, the first thing I did was reorder the pencils according to my own internal rainbow and swatch them all out. That took me almost a week because there are 120 colors. I knew that the different tones and shades of colors would trip me up, but I really got obsessive about it this time (which is crazy, but I still love doing this process.) Here’s a color chart, for those interested:

Faber Castell Albrecht Durer watercolor pencils color chart

Faber Castell Albrecht Durer watercolor pencils color chart

Then I used them to color a design from Color Me Calm, which I printed out on Fluid cold-press watercolor paper, which I did *not* like for watercolor pencils. I usually use Strathmore 400/500 watercolor paper, but I got a few pads of different papers a while back to see if I liked anything better, and this was my first time using the Fluid. I’ve never had a watercolor paper pill on me with just a few strokes of a pencil and a waterbrush, but the Fluid did. It also seemed to require me to really color very heavily with the pencils to get bright color, and I didn’t like the way the color moved on them. I swatched and tested the pencils on Strathmore and some Canson XL, so I knew it wasn’t the ¬†pencils themselves that were being flaky, it was the paper.

I’m going to try the Fluid paper out with a few other supplies- I have a feeling it might be good for my Windsor and Newton watercolor markers. Thats’s one of my next projects. I got the W&N markers for my birthday and did a coloring project with them and hated it so much I threw it out. I need to figure them out. It’s on my list ūüėČ

But first, I’m playing with my peerless watercolors again (you know, the ones that come as dry dye on paper backing?) I re-swatched them and am experimenting with them a little bit. I just want to do a full out coloring project with them before I pull out the W&N markers and work with them for a while.


Thanks, as always, for stopping by- I hope you are having an amazing week.

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scrapbooking / documenting life in a planner

I didn’t scrapbook/Project Life/document anything all summer. I finished the Universal day-trip mini-album early in the summer and then just totally didn’t do anything. I took a few photos, but not really… and didn’t even download them off my phone. I guess I was burned out, and I was having a good time with watercolors and markers, so I let it go.

While I was blowing off scrapbooking, Gracie became super interested in decorating planners, which is sort of a sub-hobby of scrapbooking. Instead of doing scrapbooks or Project Life, some people have been buying paper planners and decorating them and using them as a way to document life. Gracie ordered herself a “Happy Planner” by Me and My Big Ideas with her saved allowance, and a bunch of things to get started with decorating her planner and went to town. For her, it’s like a really amazing sticker book (remember those we had as kids?) with color paper supplies. I got really inspired by that.

Before she got her planner, I was really not interested in that whole planner thing for one major reason: I don’t plan much ahead. I keep meticiulous to-do lists, and am very organized, but I don’t like planning specific things for specific days. Honestly, the idea of planning gives me tremendous anxiety. Because of the fact my health dictates a lot of what I do, I kind of have to be open to see what each day brings. After years of planning stuff I wound up feeling too crummy to follow through with (and following through anyway, because I didn’t want to screw up anyone else’s day) I realized that I really champion flexibility and freedom and the ability to determine what I do every day by honoring how my health is going. So the idea of keeping a really detailed planner is just not something that matched my particular situation.

But when Gracie’s planner arrived, I LOVED it. I loved the size, loved the different things inside. I started thinking about using a Happy Planner as a scrapbook. I found one that *I* loved and thought would work for me as a scrapbook/art journal/space for collage, splurged on it, and started working on it. I don’t use it to plan (at all), I simply use it as a pre-formatted scrapbook.

This is the planner I chose:

The structure of it (two pages for each week, plus a two-page month overview, and a page for “currently” lists) is what sort of sets me free- because there’s only two pages for each week, it’s very easy to keep current. Because it’s not a traditional scrapbook, I feel free to use images cut from magazines and quotes and random ephemera from life. Because there’s not a lot of space, I can mix photos from different things (one of Gracie, one of the garden, one of the cats, etc.) on the same page and not feel like it’s a jumbled mess.

I’ve been working on it for the last week and I *love* it. I’m still finding my groove with it after doing “traditional” layouts for several years, but it reminds me a lot of my old art journals/scrapbooks which were a hodge podge of ephemera and photos and anything else I felt like including.

And because it’s “pre-formatted” (with the grid lines and color splashes, etc.) it’s easier to start and work in- I just *add* to it, as opposed to creating it from scratch.

I got the planner in the third week of September, so I had to “backtrack” a tiny bit and fill in a few weeks so that ther weren’t an empty pages. Here’s what I’ve done so far:

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opening pages

The day I got the planner, I also got a package from New Zealand, so I cut the front of the envelope (with the super cool stamps and postmarks) and inserted it into the planner. One thing I invested in with the planner was the Levenger portable hole punch – it works perfectly with the Happy Planner and I know from experience that I love inserting things into the binding of whatever books I am using as a scrapbook, so after dithering on it, I just went ahead and got it.

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“hello, my name is…”

I was supposed to put my name here, but I put this Mary Oliver quote instead, which basically is what I want to use the planner for.

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back to school

The planner starts in July 2015, but I decided to remove all the earlier pages and just start it the week that Gracie went back to school. Clearly, I’m still in “traditional scrapbook design” mode with this page, but I wanted to document her graduation from her Montessori school and her start at her new school. I never got those graduation photos scrapbooked before summer, so I wanted to get them in here.

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party week

Two parties that week (Gracie’s BFFs birthday and my dad’s 80th) so I just made the week about celebrating and used a paper punh to cut little banners.

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misc. summer snaps

I used the “Currently” page from August to use as a place to put some photos from summer that I wanted in a scrapbook but never got done. So I covered the page design with some patterned paper and just stuck in the photos.

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adjusting to the new schedule

These two pages talk a little bit about the adjustment with Gracie’s new school schedule. Gracie is fine and is adapting perfectly- me, not so much (!). It was a really hard transition to go from the complete freedom of summer to this new school schedule. It’s a much longer day for Gracie because the school is off-island, and there’s a lot more homework and studying, so there’s a lot to help her keep track of. Instead of her having her afternoons fairly free, she really has to stick to a schedule.

As far as the images- there’s a photo that her teachers took of her in class, reading (which is Gracie’s favorite thing), plus some photos I took over the summer, a quote from a magazine, some ephemera, a butterfly sticker, and some washi tape.

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good for you

A little bit about the morning routine of the two boy cats (sleeping in the sun) and some garden photos I wanted to include. Plus ephemera, another quote from a magazine, etc.

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this week felt like fall

This is actually the pages for the week I got the planner. It rained – a lot – and I wanted to mention that so I used some punches to create that. I also wanted to talk about how fall was in the air, because it’s my favorite season.

One thing about documenting life week to week- it really has forced me to be super mindful about what’s happening *now*. Instead of compartmentalizing things into larger segments of time, into things that can be summarized by a scrapbook layout, I find myself REALLY paying attention to each day, because now I’m documenting days and weeks instead of subjects (does that make any sense?) I’m so glad I’m doing this, because for the past few years I have been noticing myself sort of “losing” fall because it went by too quickly and I didn’t pay enough attention.

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it’s OK

Finally, catching up to the “present” – this week I created as it happened, which I kind of like. Ginger had her big surgery, and it was okay, but I was just anxious and agitated and sad and feeling jumpy all week. I wanted to document that because it’s how I felt. The big “IT’S OK was a good reminder to calm down and take a deep breath. The “Happy Crafting” was from an order I placed for clear stamps (a new love of mine- I love floral images) and I also included a piece of a seed packet for Coleus, which I planted that week.

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so over the rain

It also rained – a lot- so that image of the woman gardening in the rain resonated so much. The “No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself” quote REALLY hit home. Then I just included some washi, a photo of Chester being cozy (he’s kind of my rock lately), and a piece of ephemera to finish the week.

In the middle of the pages I punched a Project Life card, journaled a bit about Ginger’s surgery and how I was feeling (note the “BLAH” spelled out with veneer letters) and inserted it into the book. That punch is really great.

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welcome to October!

Finally, I filled out the “Currently” page for the end of September, and decorated the “October” cover page with an image from Better Homes and Gardens, some washi tape, and some letter stickers.


I have to say, I love this scrapbook-in-a-planner thing. I love being able to use ephemera and collage again. I love the fact that I can mix up photos and stories within the same spread. I love how mindful I am because I am looking for things to document. I love that I can work on it throughout the week. I love collecting images and details and everyday things from life to include. I love that I can also use all the pretty paper stuff I have collected over the years. I haven’t felt this way about scrapbooking and documenting life in a long time. I hope the enthusiasm for this project continues.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading! I hope you have an amazing weekend!

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We just finished our fourth week of recording time lapse videos of the sky from our back lanai. All videos were taken with a GoPro Silver Hero 4.

These past two weeks were a little sporadic because of weather (Tropical Storm Erika!) and schedules. Hopefully we’ll get back to doing daily ones this week, weather permitting- some days there’s just empty blue skies, and some days it’s just a blanket of solid gray, so it looks like still images.

The videos look horrible unless they are viewed as HD, so here’s a graphic to help with that:



Anyway, thank you to everyone who watches and “thumbs up” and to anyone who has subscribed to the channel.

Without further ado, here are the videos from the past two weeks:


Hope you had an awesome long weekend! <3

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watercoloring with Mondeluz watercolor pencils

watercoloring with Mondeluz watercolor pencils

After using my Inktense pencils, and finding them frustrating, I decided to go ahead and look for another set of watercolor pencils for my collection.

After doing a bit of research, I found out about Mondeluz pencils, from Koh-I-Noor. They are kind of hard to find in the US (at least the 72 color set, which I wanted), but from what I read, they were incredible quality at a very low price.

I found a seller in Poland on eBay who had them at a very very fair price and shipping to US was FREE, so I went ahead and ordered a set. They came, like, TWO days later (!!) and I was really pleased with them.

The first thing I did was reorder the colors and swatch the pencils out, so I knew what the colors were.¬†Here’s a color chart, for those interested:

Mondeluz Watercolor Pencil Color Chart

Mondeluz Watercolor Pencil Color Chart

Then I used them to color a design from the Paisley Designs Stained Glass Coloring Book.

paisley watercoloring with Mondeluz

paisley watercoloring with Mondeluz

I have to admit that this was probably my most favorite watercolor/coloring project I’ve ever done. I’m not sure if it was the pencils, or the design, or both, but working on it made me very happy and relaxed.

As far as the pencils, they really are a steal, even at their list price (which I didn’t pay anything close to). They are super rich, very saturated and pigmented, and when you add water to them, they spread like a good-quality opaque watercolor paint.

Two things I don’t like about them are that the pencils are a bit brittle, so I was constantly breaking points (I like to keep my pencils razor sharp, so not many pencils can maintain that point- Mondeluz wanted to crumble). The other thing is that when the pencil + water dries, it dries very matte and a little dull. It actually looks like a well-blended color pencil, as opposed to watercolor. I don’t mind that, but it makes me think of these more as water-soluable pencils as opposed to watercolor pencils. They are like color pencils that you can blend with water, but not pencils that turn into watercolor paint.

I would highly recommend these pencils- I can’t believe they are as inexpensive as they are. I will admit that I like the Faber Castell Durers (which I just received and am in the process of making color charts for!) just a *bit* more, simply because they have a wider color range, and the pencils hold a very sharp point without breaking/crumbling. But I actually think the Modeluz are a higher level of pigment and dissolve better. They just dry a little bit dull, as I mentioned above.

If you are interested in the seller I purchased these from, check out Sklarek Family on Ebay. The pencils came SUPER quickly (just a couple of days) and they were in perfect condition. And the prices are great. I don’t know the seller or anything, just thought I would pass on the deal since it took me a few days to comparison shop and find the listing.

Thanks, as always, for stopping by!

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sunflower in my garden

sunflower in my garden

What’s going on around here:

In my head…
Back to School:
Oh, boy. After 7+ years at Island¬†Montessori (which goes up to third grade), the switch to Gracie’s new school has been intense. Although they two schools have a lot in common, the two are also very different. Now I get what people talk about when they say “parent to a school-age child”- it’s just a lot of stuff going on.

First of all, the new school is off the island we live on, so that means a longer commute – 40 minutes or so each way. We’re part of a carpool, so that adds time, as well. The days are much longer- they start at 6am for Gracie and she doesn’t get home until 4:30-ish. At IMA, she woke up at 7:30am and got home just after 3pm. So that’s a big difference right off the bat.

Second is homework- it’s daily instead of weekly. Weekly homework is good in some ways because it means if there’s an overly chaotic day, then the homework can be done the next day, etc. But I like daily homework because it keeps the focus going after school. It’s nothing that Gracie can’t handle, but there’s 30 minutes of reading, plus some written homework, and then homework which sort of has her come home and incorporate the environment at home into what she is doing at school. The other day she had to go outside and measure leaves in the garden for a math project. Stuff like that. Yesterday was sort of chaotic after-school because a few things (non-school related) popped up that we all paid attention to, and so Gracie was still working on her homework at 8:30pm. And I heard this is sort of the beginning of what’s to come.

Third- she’s really tired at the end of the day. She used to come home from school and still have tons of energy left, but now she just zonks out really early. So we’ve gone from her sort of pushing her bedtime limits to as late as possible to her wanting to go to bed early, like at 8pm. By the time she has her shower, does homework, eats dinner, and does her reading, it’s beyond that. So it’s a busy time.

Fourth is the dress code, which hasn’t been too bad, but Gracie has been a little “spoiled” by a certain smitten grandmother¬†(my mom) who never made her wear any kind of clothing that bothered her in the least bit. If you know kids, you know that EVERY kid has preferences and issues with clothes- seams on socks, t-shirts that tug, tags, the progression from stretch waists to clothes with snaps and zippers. My mom’s philosophy has always been “if it looks like it bothers her at all, don’t make her wear it.” Now it’s kind of a¬†problem, because Gracie’s school clothes are not as comfy as the stuff she’s used to wearing, and so she’s slyly *not* wearing a lot of the clothes she chose¬†before school started. So there’s a battle to get her to wear more than just her six pairs of khaki shorts and try skorts and pants and new shoes, etc.

And there’s a lot going on after school and on weekends, too. Before school even started this year, Grace had several school events to go to and invitations come in- meetings, a class party at someone’s house, etc. We’re trying to figure out if there is any time at all for after-school activities¬†with all of it. She loves soccer, and I really really feel important that she does a team sport, but I’m torn between adding several hours a week to this new crazy schedule or waiting until winter soccer season when we have everything calmed down and are more used to this new schedule and letting her play on the island league.

There’s also a book club after school that she’s desperate to join (as well as cooking club, art club, volleyball, etc.) and I just don’t know how it will work. I can’t imagine her getting out of school at 5pm, not getting home until after 6pm, and then jamming everything into the few hours before bed. I’m NOT a fan of overscheduling- heck, I’m not a fan of *scheduling*. I truly believe one of the¬†best things we can do for kids is provide them with ample time and space to explore and figure out what they want to do and figure out what they like doing. Kids don’t need to be entertained 24/7. I want her to have a little free time everyday to do what *she* likes. So this is all new territory for me.

It’s a lot. Everyday we’re figuring it out and trying new schedules and figuring out how to make the afternoons work. Oh well, we’ll figure it out.

All that matters is that Gracie still LOVES school, she loves going, and she loves learning. We just want to do what we can to keep it that way. If she has to spend around 8 hours in an environment of education, the least we can do is make that as positive as we can for her.

A few weeks ago I mentioned that our cat Ginger had been having some health issues with her glands for over a year,¬†and we finally had been told that surgery was a good choice. We just had to wait until two infections passed, and so after a few weeks of antibiotics and frequent vet visits and care, she’s ready for the surgery to remove those. Now we have to meet with the surgeon and book the surgery.

I’m nervous, but hopeful. I want her better, once and for all, and I want her to be able to move around the whole house (she’s been in isolation in the back bedrooms to keep her stress levels down) and interact with the other cats and just have her regular life back. So I hope the surgeon can meet with us soon and do the surgery, and that it turns out well.

The surgery is fairly simple, but there’s one possible complication- there’s a nerve that runs by the glands near the tailbone that, if accidentally severed, would make her incontinent. No matter what the outcome of the surgery is, we adore her and we’re committed to her, but we are aware¬†that’s an issue. So I’m anxious to get this process going, get her the surgery, and have her come home and recover.

Tropical Storm/Hurricane Erika:
Right now it’s in the Caribbean, and the forecasters aren’t sure if it’s going to strengthen into a hurricane and hit Florida or just fall apart. Argh. Seriously. I just want it to dissipate.

Outside my window…
Erika has brought us some weird weather- lots of storms and gloomy skies- so much so there’s nothing to GoPro- it’s all just a gray haze in the late afternoons and evenings.

Other than Erika’s rainy weather, the days have been mostly sunny and very hot, but almost every afternoon and evening we get an epic storm. Since I spend the mornings and early afternoons outside, this weather pattern suits me perfectly.

This summer has been such an anomaly, weather-wise. This is how summers *used* to be, about ten/fifteen years ago. Sunny days, with storms rolling in after 3 or 4pm. But then it shifted to summers being really soggy and dark and dreary from morning until night the last few years, which sorta broke my heart because I used to prefer spending¬†spend summers down here when I was in college and graduate school, and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why. I realized earlier this year it was because the weather¬†wasn’t like it has been. It was like a different climate back then.

I really, really hope that the last several years has been because¬†some sort of “glitch” in the weather (like El Nino, etc.)- some shift in¬†something that made the summer weather¬†so terrible and wet.

Maybe¬†now the weather is back to “normal”, or this is the new trend for the next several years. I really hope so.¬†REALLY hope so.¬†Of course, there’s still two months left in hurricane season/summer, so I know it’s still early. And the storms that roll in are REALLY crazy, like nothing I have seen in past years. They develop very quickly, and the lightning is phenomenal and scary. Definitely more intense.

In years past, mid-October is when things cool down, the sun gets lower in the sky, and the magic of autumn (by far my favorite season!) begins. So not long now…

In the art studio…
There hasn’t been much time for me to do many creative things with all the Gracie-school stuff, but when I do have little bits of time, I have been keeping up with my summer routine of mostly watercoloring, plus the little project of going through my older¬†art supplies, organizing and re-evaluating them, trying them all out, and swatching them and making color charts. I find making color charts very soothing, and I’m rediscovering things I didn’t know I loved (watercolor pencils!), and also getting rid of other things that are either too old, or things¬†I’m not interested in anymore. It feels good to know exactly where everything is, *what* everything is, that I love using it, and that I feel confident in using it. By swatching everything, and cycling through things, it keeps everything fresh.

(I would be lying if I said I wasn’t getting new stuff to try out, as well, and also getting¬†a lot of clear stamps. I LOVE floral images, and there are so many beautiful ones out there. Now I just need to learn how to stamp properly- there is a definite art form to it, and lots of techniques. Maybe a project for fall/winter.)

I definitely want to keep doing coloring/swatching, but I also am starting to get the itch to paint in acrylic again, and get back to my canvases. I haven’t felt like painting in months, so it’s very interesting to me to witness my own cyclical nature of creating. The idea of spending long winter afternoons working on canvases with acrylics makes me feel really excited right now.

I don’t know if I’ll take Flora Bowley’s class again (I have for the previous two falls) or just pick the paintings back up on my own and work on them since I know her class by heart at this point. If I’m not painting by October, I probably will sign back up, because her class DEFINITELY has me painting.

One sort of weird drawback¬†is that ¬†her class is very immersive- at least for me- and I tend to abandon EVERYTHING else, creatively, to keep up with all the class stuff. I struggled with this the last few years (only painting when I also wanted to do other projects, but feeling guilty when I wasn’t at the canvas…) so I’m hesitant to do anything that might force me into a sort of creative rut. When I don’t regularly cycle through projects, I tend to keep doing whatever is comfortable. It just becomes way too easy to pull out the same colors of paint and the same brushes and the same canvas and keep noodling away, day after day, never finishing, always a little scared of moving on to another project.

In the garden…
Survival mode. Well, sorta. Every year since I started the garden, I’ve embraced native plants (tropicals and hearty annuals) more and more. So every summer, the garden in summer becomes¬†less about trying to keep everything alive and more about actual gardening.

The geraniums I had left over from last winter are starting to get tired. I can usually keep a few going, but there’s always a bunch that just can’t last through the heat of summer, and so a few of mine, including my beloved Appleblossom, are on their last legs. I’m thinking about cutting off the live branches of it and trying to get those cuttings to root inside the house in a sunny spot. I’ll need to do it soon, though- the bottom of the plan near the soil has turned brown and I know it’s only a matter of time before the mush gets the rest of the plant.

On a positive note, I’ve been growing a bunch of sunflowers this summer and I’m learning the magic trick- keep them super-moist (they dry out so easily, even when it’s super rainy) and spray the flowers and leaves daily to keep small pests away. The leaves stay green and get bigger, and the plants do better. Also, plant about 4x more seed than plants I want to have, as most of the seedlings won’t make it in the heat. A few pull through, and the more seedlings there are, the more plants grow. Right now I have¬†two¬†planters of mature sunflowers in bloom, one in stalk mode, and one planter full of seedlings.

Also, can I say just how much I love Mandevilla? Why have I never grown this before? I have three and I love them.

Hoping/looking forward to…
Cooler weather. I can’t wait to throw open the windows and doors and let in the fresh air.

I’m also thinking about the fact that in just a few weeks we’ll be able to go back up to Universal/Disney for day trips! I don’t know why that excites me- maybe it’s the fact that Gracie can/wants to ride almost everything except the super scary roller coasters and she really enjoys the trips we take.

I have a lot of great memories of the handful of trips we took to theme parks when I was a kid (my parents came from NY to Marco Island to vacation annually, which is how we all ended up here, but there was usually a stop at Disney on the car ride coming from New York or on the way home…) It was like time stood still and everything was ultra-saturated and and fun and¬†colorful. I just remember that feeling so well. Even the stuff that’s sort of an inconvenience to adults- the parking, the monorail to and from the parks, the waiting in line- it all seems part of it for kids. It was an escape from reality, which I appreciated because I had so much health stuff going on.

I know Gracie really loves her time there, as well. It’s perfect for kids exactly her age (nine going on ten), and so I guess I want to spend time there with her so we can have these memories. Everything is still big and magical and adventurous to her in those places. And it’s all *for* her, especially the Harry Potter stuff. It’s a place designed for kids. I remember feeling that way about Disney when I was a kid- that it was one of the few places in the world that was designed to appeal to me. And their old policies made it an especially amazing place for disabled and sick kids, so that made it even more fun for me because a lot of the time I was in casts or recovering from whatever surgery I had, so going there felt good. It’s not like that anymore, unfortunately, because people abused the system. But back then, Disney was one of the only places on earth where being disabled¬†was just not an issue. I have no idea what it’s like now- we haven’t been there in a few years and from what I read, the new system kinda sucks. I’m glad I got to experience it when it was still a well-oiled machine.

So, when the weather cools and the rain is less of an issue, we’ll go ahead and do a day trip or two a month. The good thing about going more frequently is that the pressure to see and do¬†everything in one visit fades, because you know you’ll be back soon enough. So every visit is a little new and novel and you have the luxury of going a little slower and checking things out. And the good thing about ONLY going for a day is that you go home at the end of the day, so the exhaustion that sets in after just a few hours at the park isn’t so much an issue when you have the next day to recover. You don’t have to worry about summoning the energy for another three or four days at the parks.

“First Frost” by Sarah Addison Allen, which I have had on my Kindle for a while.


Mr. Robot, on USA, which is pretty much the best TV show, ever. Well, maybe not, but it’s INCREDIBLY good, and the pilot was astonishing. Wow, what a great show.

Sense8 which is… iffy. I really expected *me* to love it and Tom to be “meh” on it, since I’m all about the whole empath/intuition thing and Tom is so hard science. But it’s the complete opposite- I think the show, while interesting and compelling, is very awkward and silly, and often more cheesy than I can handle (the whole sing-along montage of “What’s Up” was so painful to watch!) Tom thinks it’s pretty great, though. I don’t know… I do have to say the last few episodes have been good. Less song montages and silliness, more about the characters relations to one another.

And then there’s Big Brother, which is sort of annual summer tradition around here. I’m glad the last two season have had casts that are open-minded, fair, and not terrible, racist people.¬†¬†There was one season a few years back that we stopped watching almost immediately because the people they cast were really racist and generally terrible people. But the past two years, the casts have come acorss as generally okay people. However, the twins and Austin, while seemingly nice are, well… *blech*. If they send Johnny Mac home, we’ll all be super pissed around here (Haven’t watched last night’s episode yet…)

Okay, I’m signing off for now. If you got this far, thank you for reading! I hope you have an amazing weekend.

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Watercoloring with Inktense Watercolor Pencils

A few weeks back¬†I watercolored a¬†pattern¬†from the “Just Add Color: Mid-Century Modern Patterns” with¬†Inktense Watercolor Pencils.

I have sort of a love-hate relationship with the Inktense. I love their colors- they are probably the MOST intense watercolor pencils you can buy- but I think they are really frustrating to use. They do not “lift” easily, and that’s the whole point of a watercolor pencil- you lay down the color with the pencil, and lift and move it with a paintbrush and water. Moving color from the penciled area takes some hard scrubbing with the brush, which is not good for the brush OR the paper. Apparently this is because the composition of the pigment in the pencils is indeed like an ink, NOT a watercolor, so it just doesn’t lift and move and flow and dissolve as easily.

This project took much longer than it should have, simply because the Inktense pencils are frustrating to work with. I know a lot of people love these, but they aren’t my favorite. But I do enjoy working with colored pencils so much (even the Inktense) that I went ahead and¬†got two other watercolor pencil sets to try: Mondeluz (which is highly rated but very inexpensive) and Faber Castell Albrecht Durers (which are expensive but come in an AMAZING color range). I’ll post more about those soon- but needless to say, I LOVE them both very much. The Durers are kind of blowing my mind.

Anyway, I’m glad I have the Inktense, I see using them to add vibrant pops of color to projects and doing smaller scale projects with them, but I wouldn’t classify them as watercolor pencils strictly speaking. Sort of like water-soluable ink in a pencil form.

Here’s a color chart, for those interested (you can click the image to make it larger and see the numbers, in case you are interested in the way I re-organized the colors):

Inktense Color Chart

Inktense Color Chart

As I mentioned a few posts ago, whenever I get any sort of art supply that involves colors, I ALWAYS re-order the colors according to my own visual rainbow.

<3 Thanks for checking in!

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We’re now finishing our second week of¬†recording time lapse videos of the sky from our back lanai. All videos were taken with a GoPro Silver Hero 4.

I stopped posting them directly on Facebook because of two reasons: 1) they compress the heck out of the videos to take up the least amount of data on their servers as possible, making the videos¬†very blurred, and 2)¬†Facebook doesn’t really allow *any* published/recognizable music on videos that users upload¬†to avoid any chance of litigation. YouTube allows users to watch videos in higher resolutions, and¬†YouTube lets you use most songs, even commercial and popular music. If the artist/publisher of the song chooses, they can add banner ads to your video and profit off those ads in exchange for using the song. I don’t mind that- I’m just happy to be able to use my own music collection rather than have to scour the internet every night for an hour trying to find a song that works!

The videos look horrible unless they are viewed as HD, so here’s a graphic to help with that:



Anyway, thank you to everyone who watches and “thumbs up” and to anyone who has subscribed to the channel. I feel like I’m sort of bombarding everyone with these, but it’s really fun and it’s sort of become this family project- Tom does the filming, I do the editing and uploading, and now Gracie is going to start making *her* own version of the time lapse videos in addition to the ones I make- she’s going to take the raw time lapse videos we capture and edit them in iMovie with her own music and effects. I’m excited to see her take on them.

Without further ado, here are the videos from this week:


Hope you had an awesome weekend! <3

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mandala with Tombow markers and Irojiten pencils

mandala with Tombow markers and Irojiten pencils

A while back I watercolored a mandala from “Color Me Calm” with Tombow markers and finished the details with Irojiten color pencils.

It’s not my favorite project, by far, but it was fairly fun and quick to work on and I wasn’t too indecisive about what colors should go where (which is sort of my achilles heel when I do watercoloring…)

I love Tombow markers, as I have mentioned before. Several years ago, my parents got me an entire set for Christmas. I was kind of afraid of them for a long time, but then I started using them a little bit with stamps, and using them as watercolor, and I discovered they are just amazing and one of my favorite art supplies to use.

Here’s a color chart, for those interested (you can click the image to make it larger and see the numbers, in case you are interested in the marker color numbers):

Tombow Marker Palette

Tombow Marker Palette

Whenever I get any sort of art supply that involves colors, I ALWAYS break the set apart and re-order the colors according to the way I use and see them. The only exception to this has been the Irojiten pencils, which came in color families that, while they didn’t make sense as far as the rainbow, look so beautiful I couldn’t bear to rearrange them. (I tried. Twice. Both times I wound up putting them back into the color families…

Thanks, as always, for stopping by to see what I’m up to!

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If you’ve known me a while, you know that I have a thing about documenting sunsets and the sky- for years I would go outside and snap a photo of the sunset every night and I take a LOT of photos of the sky.

A few months ago, I started noticing time-lapse videos of the sky/sunset/weather on YouTube. Most of them were being taken with a camera called a “GoPro”, which is this rugged little video camera designed for extreme sports and adventurers to capture their different experiences. The camera isn’t cheap, but it comes with a waterproof case and does a bunch of different things.

It’s been years since I had a digital camera- ever since I got an iPhone, I’ve used that and been very happy with it for photos and videos. So I couldn’t justify the GoPro for just the time lapse project even though I REALLY wanted to do it. I mentioned it to Tom, and he was pretty excited about it- it turns out the camera is something that he could use as well- he’s an advanced brown belt in karate and needs to perfect his form/katas before his black belt test (GoPro has a slow-motion, he’s getting into kayaking and would like to be able to take a waterproof, compact camera with him on his trips, he regularly bikes and would like to capture some of his rides, etc.) Gracie also wanted a waterproof camera to use *in* the pool and when we told her about it, she got REALLY excited.

So as a 15th anniversary gift for Tom and I (instead of buying each other little things that sort of add up) we decided to get a GoPro Silver Hero 4. Since we got it, we’ve been doing daily time lapse captures of the sky and bay behind our house. It’s a neat project- Tom does the camera stuff, I do the editing (along with Gracie) and we all are involved so it’s become a family thing. Tom’s also used it to study his karate form at the dojo, and I think it’s a matter of time before Gracie brings it into the pool.

Here are the first week of videos we made, in case you wanted to check out our little project. Our basic settings are “Video Time-Lapse”, one photo every five seconds.

If you want to give them a thumbs-up and subscribe to the YouTube channel, that would be awesome!

I think we’re getting better at shooting and editing the videos. The hardest part, for me, is finding music for them- because YouTube and Facebook are monetized (supported by ads), you can’t use any music under the Fair Use policies. I found a great site for free music- Free Music Archive – but there’s *so* much that finding the right song is sometimes more challenging and time consuming that filming and editing the footage!

So there’s a little re-cap of our first few days of doing time lapse photography and documenting the sky behind our house.

Hope you are having an amazing weekend!

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I'm Chel (pronounced "shell", short for "Michele").

I'm a painter, writer, gardener, art historian, long-distance swimmer, crochet addict, movie watcher, animal lover, and avid reader.

Random facts: I have a ten year old daughter named Gracie and a husband named Tom. I grew up in New York (Long Island, to be specific), went to college/grad school in Atlanta (Emory University), and now I live in Southwest Florida. I'm incredibly shy but I adore my friends and family. I've been a vegetarian for almost 30 years and I love animals of all kinds- we have four cats, three birds, and an elderly gecko. I swim five miles every day- rain, shine, storm, or travel. I was born with Spina Bifida, and swimming keeps me healthy and sane. I'm an AVID tea drinker. I have a huge container garden out back and an art studio inside my house and we're lucky enough to live on a little bay, so we get visited by dolphins and manta rays in our backyard :)

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