The tides, rising, falling, following the moon...

Welcome to my story. It is my daily story. An artist and art instructor, writer, and teacher, I hope to provide some solace, some laughter, some suggestions, some stories; and, a few ideas to those who decide to read me. Come sit with me on my deck, overlooking a constantly moving river. I'll have an iced tea with lemon, or a glass of wine if the sun should set just so. You are, of course, invited to sit and enjoy along with me. But know this: I'll want to know if you have any stories, and I always take pictures to preserve the moments.































































































































































































































































The river serves to remind me that we live out cycles much as the river washes in and out according to the heartbeat of the ocean. Can you hear the heartbeat of the universe?































































































































































































































































Well, you can try. Smile.































































































































Sunday, March 21, 2010

1st night riverside, rains,

and now, it's 6 days later, a Saturday, raining again on the river but just enough to soak new plantings of yard annuals and saturate the exposed bottoms of bushes just freed from winter debris. Now, ready for annuals.

That was yesterday actually, because today is Sunday and I am picking up where I left off.

I have to wash dishes, change sheets and figure out what's wrong with Diego who threw up on my comforter and sheets this a.m.  I only know this because he just threw up again on my area rug in here. GEEZ.....same stuff.. I wonder if he has eaten something bad in the house? It's no telling, but he has thrown up a lot already, this morning and just now. Clear liquid. Eating? hmmm, I'll have to see.

and just when you think all is well, you get that mother's most feared and never wanted to get phonecall that your daughter is hurt. 24 yo, first day out of colorado and in the company of her future husband, boyfriend, or kidnapper! God, how do I know. She calls and says she's been to the hospital and had a CT scan and she is fine but suffered minor concussions (Like all over her head!!!) and the story just doesn't hold a lot of water. And Jamal wih 20 stitches in his cheek and 7 on the inside of his cheek? That's a hard hit and he's a big and tall guy. How could this happen? My biggest fear was that on the cruise she and he might meet up with harm, as I hear so many of the places are dangerous. But I was assured that both could take care of themselves. This tells me whatever the circumstances more than one person had to do this damage or neither were in any state of being to take care of themselves.

oh my anyway, as I said, just the day I was most happy and thought it couldn't better, my daughter tells me this....and I can't get to her to help her and really don't know where she is and where she is going. She said I am on her emergency contact list.

Well, as a mom, just pray safety and big angels over her. It is so peaceful over here hopefully I can stay in some level of awareness and prayer and it's all I can do. She is of age, and they are supposedly getting married at some point in the near future...or so it is told.

So, I got my eyes on you boy.....take care of my daughter...she is the only one I have.

Jackknifeing from the superhighway to the sink and my dishes,

later

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