Drifts
My brain is full of old lessons reiterated.
How to wash my hands and what a stroke is and general patient care. For a while, I pondered the point of my existence and the ambiguous role of high tech medicine in the modern world.
I want a massage more than I can express, and as soon as I know my schedule for certain, I will go for one. My back is screaming blue-pain at me, and there is little I can do this week. Doing what I can.
Paper drifts threaten to engulf.
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Posted by Zhoen on Tuesday, June 24, 2008
8 comments:
wonderful photo. i thought it was a ferris wheel at first.
xoxoxo
Wish you were here!
90-what?!
As for those lessons revisited, do you ever find yourself aghast at the many things you once knew and have since replaced with more pressing data, wisdom, knowledge?
Make paper boats. Enough and you can sail the paper sea and search for buried paper treasure.
I thought it was a ferris wheel, too. But it looks like we're getting similar weather. Take care of your back.
((((z))))
It is a good photo.
I hope by now the pain has eased a bit.
j,mb,
Stick-on thermometer D found. Yeah, mid 90s, hotter on the balcony at times. Moby has decided he is not ok with that much heat, and won't go out except early morning or late evening.
mbick, yes. oh yes. I have it all in my head, and breaking off a little piece is impossible anymore.
p, I made origami bunnies and cranes - oh, I forgot a detail, shall have to do a post about that... that is a much more apropos comment than even you realize.
dale,
Oh, me too, me too. You would find a very tense pile on your table.
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