Just FYI... You cannot get DNA from a smear of poop. You need a whole turd. I am sure this information will come in handy at some point in my life, or perhaps in yours. If you can use it, please do!
I am still in shock over the events of the last few days, weeks, months, year. You'd think - with the miraculous recovery of my guitar - that I would be happy, and I am, I am! Unfortunately it alternates with bouts of crying, which makes me hysterical.
Way back in 1964, my parents split up and my Mom and I moved for one year to Palo Alto, CA. We'd lived there four years before that, and Mom thot it would be a fun place to go. We got an apartment in a building with a pool, which was a sort of novel concept and very swinging Sixties at the time. The landlady, also divorced, was a numerologist. Mom was having a bad year, and the landlady told her that it was her 'ninth tide,' which was some kind of bad juju numerology-wise, but it would all be over on Mom's birthday and things would get better. Mom listened to what people had to say (except me, sometimes), even if she didn't really believe what they were telling her. She didn't believe this, but she found it really amusing, and also strengthening; everything was going to get better by April 25. What a very comforting thot! On her birthday, a friend of hers brought her a cake decorated with a small box of Tide laundry detergent (empty) with nine candles on top of it. Things did not get better immediately, that's for sure, but thinking they were going to get better helped Mom.
Nine years ago, I had a bad year. I got Lyme disease (discovered and treated right away so I'm fine), fell off a ladder and shattered my leg (bone graft, steel plate), and then, a couple of months later, my appendix ruptured. Strangely, it didn't hurt, so I didn't go to the hospital for a couple, three days. By the time I did go, I had serious peritonitis. A very bad year.
I'm figuring this year is my 'ninth tide,' and, in just a couple months, it will all be over and things will get better.
I'm just hoping someone makes me an appropriate birthday cake.
little ray
At the No Sé Bar in Antigua!
About Me
- wendy hale davis
- south austin, texas
- I'm a bookbinder who specializes in making journals. I've kept a journal my own self since 1970. It has evolved over the years from a sketchbook with class notes from college classes, into a documentation of my wonderful life and friends and family. I teach classes in making and keeping journals.
2 comments:
I was so glad to hear of your good fortune in getting some of your stuff back.
It will take you a while to get over this, but you are a very strong lady and you will come through this even stronger.
I would love to make you a cake, but I don't think the journey from Canberra Australia to Texas would do it any good!
Sending you hugs and goodd wishes.
I'm so very sorry about your father's death and your break-in. I'm glad you got your guitar back, but that doesn't mean you should be able to just shake off the break-in.
Dusty
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