Do you know what this means? That I did ART today?
It means I'm coming out from under the weight of depression and pain and starting to live again.
I'm starting to remember myself.
I doodled while watching some videos for work:
3-4-17
Saturday and I felt fine!
I worked and knitted and just BREATHED and relaxed.
Mom came over and brought us a big thing of fruit all cut up :)
Yay Mom!
3-3-17
I feel better but decide to stay home all day anyway and just recover from nearly two weeks of constant (near constant) pain. My grad students carry on without me because they say I "raised them up well."
Above are two getting ready for a project on Monday.
One sweet grad student brought me a present...
3-1-17
It hurts to wear these. I'm in bed with my pain enveloping my head so much. I managed to get through an afternoon of meetings then crawled home to bed.
Oh dear.
2-27-17
I drove out to Burns for our research but on the way back my face was hurting so the rest of the day was sunk. I got a friend to teach my class.
2-26-16
I went to church and then attended an entire afternoon of orientation on what it means to be Unitarian-Universalist. I was asked to play the piano at the 3/12 service.
2-25-17
Saturday, I tried to stay calm and catch up on the week. I made a to-do list and got things accomplished. Felt OK.
2-24-17
I managed to go to a school for an observation, but the pain set in while I was there. I ended up hobbling through the rest of the day and went home in terrible pain.
2-23-17
I just have been looking for photos of my homeland in Belarus.
Anyway, the week has been horrible. The day started out OK but by evening my head was wracked in pain.
2-20-17
I don't know why I screenshotted this today, but today started off OK but then turned ugly. I didn't have to go to Burns for my research, so I worked on getting ready for class. Face pain started setting in mid afernoon so that I was not able to teach. I put all the lessons online and went home. Hoped it would blow over.
2-19-17
2-18-17
Today was busy. I went for breakfast at Mom's then took Cousin Boris around town.
We got to see the second new Toomer's Oak being planted. See it behind us?
2-17-17
I played with a thermochromatic pigment today. It's blue when cold and clear when warm.
Full day of meetings.
Salad for dinner.
Headed to Mom's because our cousin Boris (his name is not really Boris) is coming into town tonight!
2-16-17
I saw this on my way home tonight after teaching.
I'm always shocked to see ignorance displayed here because my community seems so civil.
2-14-17
Dan took me out for Valentine's Day and I had this drink. It had lavender infused sugar around the rim. It was go good... but the headache I had going into dinner only got worse because of it.
But dinner was really special. We don't "dine fancy" that often, so it's really a treat when we do.
I ate the orchid.
It was slimy and tasted like the tip of an asparagus stalk.
2-9-17
We went to Sundilla to see a concert given by a three piece bluegrass band--- and the musician on the left is my former student. I taught her from 5th - 8th grade and here she is, 31 years old all grown up. She became the musician we always knew she would. I can still remember how amazed I was listening to her play guitar when she was 12.
2-8-17
My grad student and her puppy...
We worked at Momma Mocha's this morning for two hours and the puppy was so sweet.
2-4-17
Daffodil from the yard.
I tried making Zara a harness so I could take her for a walk. But she wouldn't let me put it on her.
2-2-17
This groundhog does not see her shadow.
Time for more winter.
But why are all the flowers in bloom???
2-1-17
This is where I was standing. Right after I took this picture, I saw an email from a teacher that started the downward spiral of things. A student of mine was in trouble and I had to consult with the higher-ups and then rush over to the school to deal with it. Not fun.
1-28-17
Dan and I decided to go for a walk in Opelika and then go out to eat.
We saw signs of renewal and decay in this old mill town, county seat.
1-27-17
Holocaust Remembrance Day.
These are my grandfather's first cousins who were murdered by Nazis when they invaded Libau, Latvia in 1941.
You can see our tulip tree in bloom in the winter.
1-25-17
Zara was trying to get him. First time she's tried to attack a person on TV.
It's been a busy, full week of meetings and class and grant work and lots of stuff.
I'm best being busy.
1-24-17
I did this. I went to Montgomery and stood with about 25 people outside the courthouse to protest the appointment of DeVos as Secretary of Education.
1-21-17
Sitting in our hallway during a tornado warning.
I knit a pink kitty cat hat.
It's all I could do.
1-19-17
This is some pressure-sensitive film I got a sample of. It turns pink under pressure and you can see that when I twist the two pieces together, increased pressure is at the twist. Just trying to think about how to use this stuff.
Today I spoke with an important person at the National Academies of Science about the possibility of co-authoring a book. That was cool.
1-18-17
Today at midnight Aza turns 29.
Here are photos from her 20-something decade....
She is a determined woman with a head on her shoulders and lots of adventures and surprises ahead of her in life!
Today I started work on a new grant. It's fun work!
1-16-17
Abandoned, forgotten, once loved basketball net thingy causes me to pause and photograph it on my walk this morning. Someone purchase it and either had it shipped to the house, or carted it home on the top of a station wagon, went to the hardware store to buy concrete, dug a very deep hole, placed it with the help of some extra hands, and secured it while the concrete cured with eyes watching and anticipating. Then, the children played, bouncing their ball, shooting their ball, rescuing their ball from the woods or the street, pestering their father to play with them after supper. Then, the children grew up and moved away. The basketball net thingy stood silent and rusted.
The house went on the market and sold.
The house waits.
The basketball net thingy spoke to me this morning on my walk.
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