A bottle collection under a tree. I like to imagine the person who lives in this house.
Camel Filters I presume?
Danger! All animals in need of a home must come to me. I have a love hate relationship with pet stores. They break my heart, but I always have to stop and look when I pass by one. I can’t help but wonder what happens to the animals as they grow older and remain homeless.
I used to step on lots of things with no thought as I walked, now I stop and wonder. I feel as if someone slowed me down. I needed to slow down.
My mom painted this rock for me years ago. I always have it tucked in my garden no matter where I live, even if my garden is just a couple of pots on an apartment patio. My pet rock makes me smile.
My kitty is a big boy now, two years old. He sleeps with me, right up near my head. It amazes me how much room in the bed he can take up when he stretches out.
Some of the flowers and vegetables sprouted and grew, and some of them sprouted and died. I felt like I might be able to save them there for awhile, after all, they had looked so promising with their little green selves poking out of the peat pots. I continued to water the dead ones as well as the thriving ones until I realized that I could let the possibility go.
This last photo is the Central Library in downtown Portland, OR. Words cannot express my love for this building, the excitement I feel when I enter the heavy doors; the smell of thousands of books around me.
My Mom called to check on me today. I had a rough weekend as my prescription for Effexor wasn’t ready to be picked up Thursday and despite making numerous phone calls the communication between my doctor’s fax machine and the pharmacy wasn’t happening. I foolishly decided that I would just give up and tough it out until Monday morning. I did ok and we managed to have a nice family 4th of July. Sunday the side effects of withdrawal became so severe that Alex called the doctor on call, explained my situation, and managed to have a few pills called in to a pharmacy that is open 24/7. I don’t remember a lot about Sunday. I know that Alex was there beside me and he made sure I ate and drank water and took my medication and rested. That side of him isn’t one that I see often.
I had only one thing to tell my Mom when she called today, I told her that over and over again my gut is telling me to go to college. My body can’t handle another thirty odd years of baking and this might be crazy talk, but I want to get well and get a job where I can help others who are suffering.
' July 8th, 2009 at 02:36am 5 comments
Tammy! Always always make sure you have emergency Effexor around! The withdrawals from that stuff is a wild experience. I usually get very dizzy – or it feels like my head is moving around fast but it’s not – and once I couldn’t string together a sentence for the life of me. And that’s only about 8 hours after I forget – I’ve never let them go. What dosage are you on? I take 112.5 mg a day.
Good for you for wanting to go to college. I have faith that you will make it… great photos, too!
Follow your gut. You’ll do well. Great pictures madam, take more!
Hi Ursula. I am on 300 mg of Effexor each day. You’re right, the side effects are hell when you don’t take them on schedule. I’ve tried to get an emergency supply but insurance won’t pay for them (they are expensive little pills) and doctors won’t prescribe extra, the fuckers. Thanks for the kind thoughts. I am still trying to figure out how I am going to do this, but I can’t remain in this limbo.
Hi Thursday! I took a bunch more photos yesterday. It was fun, even though I don’t really know how to use a camera. I am going to follow my gut about school. I just don’t know how.
I took my first trip to Portland over the 4th of July weekend and stayed about a block from this library. Recognized it almost immediately. Such a fun city to be a tourist in. But I will admit I saw some of the ugly side as well- it’s the same up here in Seattle.
Do follow your gut on school. It is never too late to go, I work as an academic advisor for a college in Washington where the average age of student is 36. Financial aid, even if in the form of loans, is available. You should have no problem doing well in classes, with your introspective writing ability!
BTW – Stan will give free rides to anyone from Portland, OR, since you guys sent help after 9/11. And there may be a friends and family discount on tours….Thanks again for linking him!