Storm of Words
composition book journal
I didn’t intend for the background to look like camouflage; that was a happy accident. I grabbed the ugliest, dirtiest green and brown paint I had and smeared them all over the page. Then, I washed off as much as I could with a baby wipe. I wrote down all the words that had been stalking me over the past few days, using the paint swirls as a guide. The actual words have been pixilated, since y’all don’t need to know exactly what crazy rantings have been flying around in my head. Besides, it was mostly an exorcism. I’d had more input than I’m used to and needed a place to dump the overflow.
Red Letter Day
composition book journal
Ugh. Sometimes, having a red letter day is not a good thing.
On the bright side, last night I finally got my car back from the shop. I’m $250 poorer, but it was money well spent. Not having a car for three weeks reminded me of how attached I am to my own mobility. It’s frustrating not to be able to hop in the car and run to the grocery store when I want, or go play in the pen aisle at Walmart because I “need” a toy fix, or get Kleenex and cough syrup when I was sick. Yeah, I’ve got wonderful friends next door who were great about making sure I had what I needed, but it’s not the same as being able to go get it myself.
red paper boat 