Weathering pillars

I am getting more able to use my hand and I am very happy about that. I don't think it was a break or fracture, I think it is a really bad sprain. I can't grab or lift with that hand but it is not constantly aching. 

BTW, if I have not mentioned this before ... this stuff is a miracle. I bought it at the local pot shop and it makes all the difference in my sore back, arms, neck, and I have been using a toothpick to dig the remaining little bit out and put it on my arm. Dragon Balm - Extra Strength - Pain Relieving Roll-Up. It was a little expensive (not as expensive as on the website I linked to) but well worth it! There are so many different roll-ons and sprays out there ...

I saw these on Facebook ... looks amazing ... The Manpupuner rock formations (Man-Pupu-Nyor; Mansi: Мань-Пупыг-Нёр [manʲ.pupiɣ noːr], literally ’Small Idol Mountain’; Komi: Болвано-Из [bolvano iz], literally ’Idol Stone’) are a set of 7 stone pillars located west of the Ural Mountains in the Troitsko-Pechorsky District of the Komi Republic. They are located on the territory of the Pechoro-Ilychski Reserve on the mountain Man-Pupu-nyor, between the Ilych and Pechora rivers. They are also known as the Seven Strong Men Rock Formations and the Poles of the Komi Republic. Deemed one of the Seven Wonders of Russia, the Manpupuner rock formations are a popular attraction in Russia, though relatively unspoiled by tourism. 

The height of the rocks varies between 30 and 42 metres. About 200 million years ago at the location of the stone pillars, there were high mountains. Rain, snow, wind, frost and heat gradually eroded the mountains. Solid sericite-quartzite schists, from which the remains are composed, were eroded less and survive today. Soft rocks were destroyed by weathering and carried by water and wind into depressions. 

 

Still keeping up with the ongoing hurricane clean-up and disaster. Those poor people who have lost everything! I keep wondering where do they take all of that furniture and mess? What landfill is large enough to accept all of that?

 I found this post from 2009 ...

What am I?
My brother's keeper?
My mother's confidant?
My husband's truth monitor?
My son's moral compass?
An unfinished painting?
An unread book?
Working robot?
Invisible blogger?
A hesitant writer?
Fabric not sewn?
Book full of untested ideas?
An absent friend?

Who am I? Really?

I have been thinking about this a lot lately. I don't know if I am losing my mind or losing myself. My time becoming so much more valuable. I feel like my dreams are lost. My future, cracked. Can it all be mended? Glued back together? I am searching for my solutions within my grasp.

A possible break from reality

Well, I finally did it. I fell. Not badly but tried to stop myself with my hand. My wrist is now out of order and I had to beg someone, actually two someones to help me up. Embarrassing. Noah was embarrassed. I have not gone to the doctor yet because I am not convinced it is broken. It is in my arm just above my wrist, I can feel exactly where the problem is. Matt bought me a great splint and I have had it on for two days. I really don't want a cast, all hard and itchy. I am arm still hurts, I can't do much with my hand like holding something heavy. So I will see how it feels tomorrow and probably go to the doctor. I have still managed to do dishes and I can type ... did think I probably could. 

Bri bought me a couple of bottles of good red wine, should help me through for the next couple of days. The kids have been acting up and I think she is trying to soften me up from being mad at them LOL

Besides that, not much. The deck is coming along nicely. Matt is losing interest and we have to be diligent about bitching at him to get going on the weekends. I really want it finished before the rain comes. Bri is dreaming of how to "stage" it with new furniture. The dogs are sick of walking on the exposed foundation. 

Did you hear about how the trump cult were left at Coachella without a way back to their cars, 2 hours away? Well, I have laughed all day at the responses. Of course, they are blaming the mayor? The sheriff? It is a conspiracy? They didn't think about this is trump's rally, think he is responsible for this dilemma!

My one of two blue Texas friends sent me this great story. I have been so blue (pardon the pun) about the thought of that dumb ass criminal winning that I can hardly think straight. Then there is a great story like this, in a state that I had basically written off being all red. "A ‘Locally hated/Dyslexic Hairstylist’ battles the Christian right in a Texas town" She is my current hero. If you are down and out, read her story.

I have been watching the hurricanes cleanup ... it just breaks my heart. These people have lost everything! All of their belongings piled up in the front yard!

 

 Lucy Levenson, folk artist

Cas Holmes

Leafworks - Everything I do has at its heart my love for the natural world and I hope to draw attention to the complex design of plant forms. I would like to encourage you to look again at your local flora, your gardens and your landscapes. My hope is that this will allow you to experience the details of your environment and to become aware of its vulnerability in these days of climate change and species loss.

Coming out of a shadow

Andrew Gifford captures light and shadow beautifully!

 

"The landscape of Lower Wensleydale is one of narrow lanes that swoop and curve following the swell of the land. Bordered by drystone walls and fences, they cross rivers on old stone bridges or undulate between flail-cut hedges and ivy-covered trees. Close by are the moors, where curlews cry and sandy tracks lead among the heather. This is the landscape that has inspired the work of Simon Palmer, one of Britain’s leading watercolour artists."

 

 

Anne Ovendon is a British fine artist and a founder member of the Brotherhood of Ruralists.

 

 

It has been two years this week since our lives changed forever

Eye surgery went great. Spent the last couple of days recouping, eye-dropping and resting eyes ... the long distance vision is amazing, the colors and brightness, amazing! Now if everything can just settle down a little bit and things will quit feeling like my sight is jumping around. My distant vision is great but near vision is really blurry. I am not going to worry until everything calms down and we will figure it out.

My brain just did a 360 in my head and broke. I could not log on to facebook or my hotmail account and I am sure something tried to hack into them both. I have been getting emails telling me that someone from China, or Vietnam, or some place is trying to log in to my facebook account. I do get those all the time. I have hardly been on my computer lately so to see that I have been kicked out of both for trying to log in too many times is alarming. Anyway, 3 hours later ... I am back in to both. Not before having to log on (IE remember all my other passwords) all of my other emails. I AM GETTING TOO OLD FOR THIS BULLSHIT. LEAVE US OLD PEOPLE ALONE.  I post and report and block so many people, talk crap to folks, I am sure I am on some "give her some shit" list.

I have been getting about 6 random phone calls a day about me owning some wires.com company and them wanting to give lots of money to invest. At first I just hung on them, then I spoke to one kid and he tried to explain how they got my number. So now I answer, tell them not to call again, block and report. It's exhausting being the focus of hackers.

I watch Sunday Morning, let the dogs and cats out many times, drink my coffee, listen to the girls conduct ‘experiments’ in the kitchen, read the news, watch some stupid fox interviews and get mad, have a little silent cry about the death of our democracy and how horrible trump is … and get on with doing dishes and the rest of my day. This was my morning. I can't lie, I am worried about the upcoming election. I am trying to get my head around what this world will look like if trump is in office again, trying to figure out my mental survival strategy ...

This is such a cool group on Facebook ... Manhole covers around the world. Also, Japanese manhole covers.

 

 

Did you catch elon being a dorky dick at the trump rally.  Can't decide which dickhead I hate more.

 

 

Anyway, on to better subjects. I have been running across some wonderful art and artist lately, saving their links and work.

Russell Miyaki is a contemporary artist and creative director in New York city, His studio is at Metro Art Studios in Bridgeport, CT, which is a renovated historic 1800’s corset factory. Russell is 3rd generation Japanese American born and raised in New Mexico. Attended school in Colorado graduating with honors majoring in advertising design and illustration. Throughout his career he has worked for several design studios and advertising agencies winning his share of industry awards and recognition. From the One Show Interactive to multiple Webbys. But his most fulfilling moment of his career was when he risked everything he had and started his own greeting card design studio where he designed, painted and published his own lines of work. 

 

I love how he convey the chaotic energy of a dog in a few brush stokes. Go see more here. And his Instagram.