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I now have totally naked bushes in front of the condo, for which I'm eternally glad. Those bushes harbored some of the meanest spiders and wildlife I've ever encountered. Walking onto my deck was akin to taking an African safari without a vehicle. My face, God knows, suffered so many spider bites that I can't count. So now, I'll enjoy a couple of months without those creatures sneaking into my windows at night, and hopefully, they'll keep them nice and trimmed in the future.

Sinus helllllllll
My sinuses are just GONE. I'm taking heavy medication for them, but mother nature's getting it out of me. It feels like a weeping willow is being lodged into my throat and up my nose at a 180 degree angle, and IT AIN'T PRETTY. This is the second day in a row I've suffered a tremendous headache because of my sinuses. *le sigh* My eyes, nose, face and throat are killing me, and I'm running a nice fever which has successfully kept me in bed. Yeowwwww. It doesn't seem like we really had a winter at all. Global warming, I'm afraid. Don't get me wrong -- I hate the cold weather. But you sorta get used to OH I DUNNO SEASONS? and when one seems to just pass by unnoticed, well, you notice. Okay. So I'll hush with all the whining.

Staying on the machine
Staying with the rowing machine despite how bad I feel. If I skip just one day, I know what'll happen. This is why diets and "programs" don't work. People halfway commit and then don't follow through, every single day. You must be disciplined, despite how you feel or what's going on around you. You have to commit to doing it every single day and just do it. So simple, yet so many people fail. So there's that.

Z asked me four times if I wanted lunch today. Okay. Once I said no. Twice I said no. WHY I GOTTA KEEP ON SAYING NO TILL THE COWS COME HOME? NO IS NO EVERY TIME, no matter how you reword it.

Family issues
Oh wait...can't go into those here. This is like a freakin' divorce, and I'll be glad when the headache of it all is over. We're getting near closure (or within months anyway), and I just want it over with. For the past few days, I've felt my parents' presence STRONGLY. It's very odd. Almost like they're trying to tell me something, but I'm not getting the message.

As far as the estate goes, my brother has a key, always has. Do I honestly feel like "inventory" is what it's supposed to be? HELLZ NO. No one BOTHERED to take inventory, which means -- just like he did when I graduated high school -- he's gone through with his greedy wife and taken whatever they found of value. The things *I* want have no value, so I have no doubt they're in t he house waiting. I've made a list and given it to my attorney. I don't want anything of value; just the things I listed. No one else will even think about them, so...*sigh*.

I'm immersed in my painting endeavors, and even though I swore I was going to do charcoal/rapdigraph flowers (which I creatively picked out from Publix) I'm instead working on another small Matisse. I seem to become fixated with a period artist, and stick with it until I've exhausted their work. Matisse seems to be no exception.

A note about Starry Nights -- I'm sorry, but those who think this painting is "special" are sooooo confused. A kindergarten student could recreate it. *eyeroll* I refuse to add that one unless I'm commissioned.

Which leads me to PRINTS of my work. Amazingly, there are those out there willing to pay for the prints of my art. WTH. I did these because I found them interesting. I shared them so I'd have "space" on the net to store my work. And now, they're being bought as prints. One was sold as a mousepad. Very odd. I'm flattered, however, that so many liked the stuff I put up there. Just odd. :)

That about sums up all of which I want or need to say today (again, in an open entry), so I'll just end this right hur. :> Hopefully, you're all enjoying a great day today, as the weather is phenomenal, if not playing havoc with my sinuses.

The end.


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Mar. 13th, 2008 04:43 pm (UTC)
Soon everyone will have Cali seasons - short or long pants...
Mar. 13th, 2008 05:13 pm (UTC)
I think you're right -- and the heat is bound to make us meaner :> lol.

Short pants are SO ugly, even on the prettiest chick. Ew. I'll be glad when those and open-toed shoes go back out of style...
Mar. 13th, 2008 05:19 pm (UTC)
So throw some of your art up on deviant art and make a few bucks. :)

Sorry about the sinues. Mine are finally calming down. Spring has started to sprung!

I was at my sisters the other day and noticed that she has all sorts of little things from my folks. I won't say anything, because I didn't ask for them, but it hurt a bit. The only thing that really bothers me is that I am afraid she won't take proper care of them. For instance, my grandma's picture that was leaning against the dining room wall, right behind a chair, near the doorway, where any one of the animals or the 5 kids could kick a hole in it. :( I made her husband move it.
Mar. 13th, 2008 05:22 pm (UTC)
I did and I have, surprisingly!

Did you not have a choice to go through -- with your siblings -- and look at your parent's things? What I want isn't worth money, but rather personal things that either I gave them, or were promised to me by both while they were alive. I can't see why either of my siblings would want what I do, as it's real clear one of them only wants the benjamins.

I'm sorry about your family's stuff :( I know that has to sting. I've made a decision about my brother and sister, and I plan on sticking with it. I have my child and great friends now. And that's my family.
Mar. 13th, 2008 05:27 pm (UTC)
my parents own nothing of value really. Just things. She has all the family pictures, which is okay for now, she is working on the family tree and is slowly scanning in all the photos.

But other things too, the magnets from my grandmas fridge, little nick nacks, things you forget about until you see them again, you know what i mean?
Mar. 13th, 2008 05:30 pm (UTC)
I do know what you mean. Mother kept the house "well-pruned", so there weren't a bunch of "things" just laying around. My dad kept all of my work (t.v., radio, print stuff) and I'd like to get all that back, along with the books he loved so dearly. Just saying it in here in an open entry, I can /feel/ someone in my family making a note of it to stop me. *sigh* It's surreal to me that the death of both my parents would bring out such horrific personalities from my relatives, you know??? Especially one (who's influenced by a spouse, but what can you do?!). Oh, well. Thus my rock-hard decision. Just stay close as you can to your sister and be glad you /have/ a relationship. I've had to pick and choose from life my /own/ family, since the one I was adopted in to never really accepted me.
Mar. 14th, 2008 07:57 am (UTC)
It's all good! :D

Glad you're painting :D
Mar. 14th, 2008 08:21 am (UTC)
I /totally/ messed up. I could only see 3/4ths of the pic while painting (was using one on screen), so guess what happened? LOL :)
Mar. 14th, 2008 09:40 am (UTC)
Mar. 14th, 2008 09:42 am (UTC)
I know. I've talked myself into starting over on a larger canvas. lol
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