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Sunday, December 30, 2012

Good Old Paul ... They Broke the Mold

This is an old movie, but it is one I somehow missed. I ran across it, four stars and all, and recorded it today. We just watched it. What a powerful movie. 

John Cusack says in movieline.com's  "My Favorite Scene"

 “It’s still a wide shot, and from the back a nurse comes in and says, ‘Sir, you can’t be in here.’ And then you cut in close on Paul Newman and Paul Newman says three words: He says ‘I’m her attorney.’ And in those three words, what washes over his face tells the entire story, and it tells as much as a novel could ever tell.”

Friday, December 28, 2012

Thank you, Dr. Seuss!
In the Christian Science Monitor, there is an article detailing all the progress made in 2012. More people than ever bought electric cars ... 50,000 jobs returned to the USA from overseas ... nearly 90 percent of all people globally now have access to clean water ... extreme poverty has dropped 50% since 1990 ... there were no major air crashes in the USA for the 11th year in a row ... the number of children infected with HIV has dropped by about 30% in the past two years ... more young people in the United States have high school and college degrees, including all segments of the population. Oh, and the world did not end .... now THAT is good news!

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

The God Energizes a Spiral Force

Wonder Dog

Rin Tin Tin
This dog was not the one on the television show, because he was long dead, but the legend and the icon lived on. Susan Orlean tells the story of Lee Duncan finding this puppy during World War I, bringing him back to the USA, training him, and eventually making him into a movie star. From there on the story has a lot of ins and outs. Who knew this would be so interesting!

Her book is titled simply, Rin Tin Tin, and it is an enjoyable read.

More Animation

Belleville Rendezvous


Renamed The Triplets of Belleville by some American who assumed no other Americans would know what a rendezvous is ... ? This is old, so you may all have seen it but me, but though I am late in viewing it, I loved it.

Merry Christmas!

2012 Advent Calendar My Cottage

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Wonderful Quiet Film

Bergman


One of the most beautiful films I have ever seen. Terribly brutal as well. Shot masterfully by Bergman (like he shot film any other way).

Moved the Goal Post ...

Recent photo
When I started on Weight Watchers, I did not know I had lipidema, which they say means I have fat on my legs that dieting and exercise will not remove. When I got the diagnosis, I decided to make my weight goal the very top of the healthy weight range set by WW. I have achieved that, and how much more I can lose is anybody's guess, but I am continuing to eat for weight loss. The holidays are challenging, but I am preparing for that. Now I have set my goal for what I would like to weigh, and when I get to that weight I may change the goal again, who knows? As long as I stay within the healthy weight range, it will be acceptable to Weight Watchers.

Thursday, December 06, 2012

Second Lives as Toon Characters!

Dancin' Toons

Horrific Trolley Crash!

Osprey created these cartoon avatars using mesh, and she very generously gave me the black lab wearing red shorts.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Rising Above the Cliches

I enjoyed this movie but was always aware that the writing could have been a lot better. The actors were superb; that and the setting made it watchable. There were the inevitable cliches of a movie about a diverse group of people in the same challenging situation.

Refreshing with a Small Exception

This movie is enjoyable to watch, until the theme from Vertigo intrudes, in its entirety. For me it was impossible to concentrate on the film; instead, visions of Kim Novak in her icy blonde getup, and Jimmy Stewart in his confused and fumbling detective role, kept distracting me.

Portrait of Bear by Leila


Liverpool Remembered

Friday, November 16, 2012

Osprey's Characters

Toots Plots with Lemuel Fenneq

Velveeta Hires Derrick to Investigate Slack's Untimely Demise

My Characters

Toots at Home

Slack's Corpse

Slack in the Tavern

Velveeta at Home

Thursday, November 15, 2012

My Tower in Glitch

I need to memorialize my tower; Osprey and I had planned to use these floors as sets for a comic book. I was supposed to come up with the script, but I had other things going on. Making the sets was as far as I got, and now glitch.com is closing in about a month, so for the sake of remembrance ...

Top floor is the General Store, where I manufactured stuff and sold it.

The 7th floor was a furniture store. I made things and upgraded them to styles that I found appealing and sold them.

The 6th floor was a wedding chapel, where Derrick Ableskiver and Velveeta Schmenk were married at the end of their adventure together.

The 5th floor was Derrick Ableskiver's office. He was a Private Detective.

The 4th floor was Velveeta Schmenk's apartment. She was a canary who worked in Toots Pollokoo's Tavern, and was romantically linked with Slack Mazala, who was a no-no powder mule for Toots.

The 3rd floor was a murder scene, where Slack's body was found. Apparently it was dropped from a great height, judging by the hole his body made in the dirt.

The 2nd floor was Lemuel Fenneq's Forensics Lab, where he manufactured no-no powder on the side.

The 1st floor was Melvin "Toots" Pollokoo's lavish and tastelss apartment, where he entertained lady visitors and plied them with various potions, liquor and rich exotic foods.

The ground floor was Toots' Tavern, where Velveeta met Slack originally. She broke off the involvement when she realized he was hooked on no-no. She was repulsed by Toots but a job is a job!

This was a labor of love, and I enjoyed every moment of creating this tower ... no, scratch that! I did not enjoy making the floors, but once they were made, I did enjoy furnishing them. 

Friday, October 05, 2012

Mother Night

I have never read Mother Night by Kurt Vonnegut, but the film was darkly ironic and although it was not in the four or five-star class, I found it watchable. I especially like the scene where Nick Nolte is viewing a film of himself spewing Nazi propaganda, and the shadow of his film face is reflected on his older face as he is stunned to realize who he had become.

I also liked the use of color film for memories and black and white for present time scenes. It was appropriately used and added depth to the film. 

Lars and The Real Girl

This film is touching and for some reason, reassuring. I can't say a lot about the plot without ruining it for you, but I am glad I saw it.

Tuesday, October 02, 2012

Growing up with Art

In the house where I grew up, We had a reproduction of this Winslow Homer oil painting over the mantelpiece, and I gazed at it for hours at a time. The turbulence and mystery of the image still remind me of my mother, who was both turbulent and mysterious.
“Mine are the heavens and mine is the earth. Mine are the nations, the just are mine, and mine the sinners. The angels are mine, and the Mother of God, and all things are mine; and God himself is mine and for me, because Christ is mine and all for me. What do you ask, then, and seek, my soul? Yours is all of this, and all is for you. Do not engage yourself in anything less or pay heed to the crumbs that fall from your Father’s table. Go forth and exult in your Glory! Hide yourself in it and rejoice, and you will obtain the supplications of your heart.”- Saint John of the Cross, Sayings of Light and Love, 27

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Tale of the Manifested Ring

Someone's great design ...
Many years ago, when I was learning to visualize, I read a story in The True and Invisible Rosicrucian Order, by Paul Foster Case, of a woman who visualized a hat, and later found the identical hat, which did not resemble any on sale at that time. He said, "You imagine it, and immediately many hands begin assembling it" (I am paraphrasing). 

I decided then and there to visualize a silver ring with an oval cabochon-cut lapis stone. I had a hard time imagining the setting, though. Today I would picture a simple braid or twisted setting, but at that moment I was too impatient to look at settings (no internet, in The Bad Old Days), so I stayed with my original conception. I pictured it as fitting perfectly, being affordable, and imagined it a couple of times a day, as prescribed in the book, for a few weeks. Then I forgot all about it. 


Perhaps a month later, I was invited to attend the Houston Gem Show. I strolled around looking at many lovely handmade jewelry pieces, loose stones, crystals and so on. Then across a very wide aisle (maybe 30 feet), I was drawn to a bank of many colored sparkly rings, set in cheap gold. That sort of jewelry is not my style, but I felt I had to go over and look. Lo and behold, in the middle of one of the rows of sparklies was a silver ring with an oval cabochon-cut lapis! The setting was clumsy, just like my visualization, and it fit perfectly. It cost $26, and I had $30. That left just enough for a lunch taco and a drink! 


The point is that manifesting something you can picture is simple. The deciding part is hard! Also, I have found over the years, that when I cannot picture what I want, or if the image wobbles and fades, it is not meant to be.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Seven Minutes a Day!

Excerpt from "Mirror, Mirror, the Book by Gayelord Hauser


Give Yourself Seven Minutes A Day


Now here is some more cheerful news about exercise: it does not have to be a long, complicated, strenuous routine. All the women - and men, too - who have told me how the successfully made exercise a part of their lives have confirmed my own experience. A few well-chosen, basic, simple exercises make the best routine. they can be gone through in a few minutes as part of the getting up, bathing and dressing ritual that begins your day. I have studied countless exercise routines, American, European and Oriental, for every country has its favorites. The best ones have been developed out of natural body movements and do not demand a contortionist's or an acrobat's abilities. 

 Let me give you here my seven basic exercises. You can do them well and thoroughly in no more than seven minutes of your day, and they will keep you trim and fit all your life. Remember, we not only exercise to keep slim; we exercise because it helps us to feel so much better and it keeps our "instrument" in tune: 


Stretch: Rise up on your toes, arms up, with your hands try to touch the ceiling. Drop arms. Relax. Do ten times. 

Bend: Down, down, from the waist, hands reaching for the floor. Stretch, stretch, until you can touch the floor with the palms of your hands. the best vitalizing and backache exercise. Do ten times. 

Torso Stretch and Twist: With arms outstretched to the sides, reach to the left, to the right; twist at the waist and reach backward to the left and to the right. A wonderful and easy twist for keeping waistlines. Back and forth. Do ten times. 

Hip Roll: With hands on hips, rotate the middle, holding shoulders still, first to the left, then to the right. Do ten times slowly in each direction. Bicycle:

For beautiful legs, lie on the floor on your back, legs up, pedal slowly and rhythmically. The more you breathe the better it feels. Do for two minutes and relax.

Tummy Lift: Pull your abdominal muscles in, hard, harder. Hold tight for about 30 seconds or until muscles start to quiver, then relax. Do just once a day, but regularly. 

Shoulder Shrug: Important for neck, face and scalp. Lift the shoulders to the ears and hold for ten seconds. Relax a repeat ten times. 

Now shake yourself all over, take a few breaths, and off to your shower or tub. You have done your muscle work for the day. Any other exercise, sport or physical work you do will be so much gravy. Try and make these easy and lazy twists a daily habit. 

~~Gayelord Hauser, 1895-1984

Friday, September 14, 2012

Deadly Force?

The whole day, I was uneasy, and last night I was in Rodeo with Salazar Jack, his Grandma Thetan, his father Adam Grayson, his old friend Champie Jack, Ilianexsi Sojourner, and Osprey Therian working to set up an experiment to return the Stones to their former capacity as communicators / time portals (at least I think that was their function, but I am technologically challenged at best). 

Today I revisited the site of the experiment, and I was horrified to find everything in disarray.

Some time after I left, apparently something went awry, because although the remaining stone is still standing, glowing faintly and humming, the devices we set up have been knocked down and all the equipment seems to have been blown apart by some force! I went over to Seaside Village in Cowell, and it is simply GONE! I can only assume that it somehow went into seam in the time/space continuum, or it was totally vaporized by the force. I have not heard from any of the other experimenters since last night. I hope they are doing all right.

The Lookout Still Stands in Rodeo

An Experiment Gone Bad?


More Remnants from the Experiment 


Seaside Village Vaporized?

Thursday, September 13, 2012

The Forest of Kahruvel Hums

A Time Machine?
I wandered over to Seaside Village in Cowell (Second Life, that is) today, and found this wonderful device in the woods nearby. It did not accept me as a passenger, so I just admired the craftsmanship and continued on my way. I felt strange thrills up my spine as I walked, who knows why. Sometimes the Forest can harbor strange beings and it seems to have a time/space continuum warp of some kind. Occasionally buildings collapse and stairways crumble for no apparent reason. Maybe the grid quakes are stirring again. I ended up at Grandma Thetan's house (Salazar's grandmother lives in the Forest), where I heard a strange humming sound. Maybe Salazar is experimenting again.

Grandma Thetan's House

Monday, August 27, 2012

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Overcoming the Tides of Negative Emotion

When I come into contact with those who see things from a merely materialistic point of view, i.e. the mechanistic Universe, sometimes I can become discouraged, frustrated, fearful, angry, and thus perpetuate those states by letting those energies take over, and sending them onward to others.

The means of overcoming that state are available to all of us. Another quotation from the Kybalion comes to mind:

"Nothing escapes the principle of Cause and Effect, but there are many planes of Causation, and one may use the laws of the higher to overcome the laws of the lower."

Our Place in the Universe

Our Little Home
"Do not make the mistake of supposing that the little world you see around you -- the Earth, which is a mere grain of dust in the Universe -- is the Universe itself. There are millions upon millions of such worlds, and greater. And there are millions and millions of such Universes in existence within the Infinite Mind of THE ALL. And even in our own little solar system there are regions and planes of life far higher than ours, and beings compared to which we earth-bound mortals are as the slimy life-forms that dwell on the ocean's bed as compared to Man. There are beings with powers and attributes higher than Man has ever dreamed of the gods possessing. And yet these beings were once as you, and still lower -- and you will be even as they, and still higher, in time, for such is the Destiny of Man as reported by the Illumined.

And Death is not real, even in the relative sense -- it is but Birth to a new life -- and you shall go on, and on, and on, to still higher planes of life, for aeons upon aeons of time. The Universe is your home, and you shall explore its farthest recesses before the end of Time. You are dwelling in the Infinite Mind of THE ALL, and your possibilities and opportunities are infinite, both in time and Space. And at the end of the Grand Cycle of Aeons, when THE ALL shall draw back into itself all of its creations -- you will go gladly, for you will then be able to know the Whole Truth of being at One with THE ALL. Such is the report of the Illumined, those who have advanced well along The Path.

And in the meantime, rest calm and serene -- you are safe and protected by the Infinite Power of the FATHER-MOTHER MIND."

--The Kybalion


Monday, August 20, 2012

Watching the documentary I Am by Tom Shadyac. It talks about the underlying truths of human life.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Art Buyer Scam

Check from Florida sent from Utah ... 
A few weeks ago, a woman emailed me saying she wanted to purchase two of my paintings. I said they were available. She seemed to be in a hurry to get them, right from the start, and she had a good backstory, sounding like a nice woman setting up a new house.

Then I got this email: 

Dear Ellen, Happy to read from you. I am purchasing the Whirling Peppers and Yellowstone Falls only. As for the shippers,they will come around and package the artworks. So you don't need to worry your self. Mode of payment will be via money order or cashiers check. As soon as the check clears your bank,the shippers will come for the pickup. Let me have your address for payment to proceed. Betty. 

I agreed to sell her the paintings although I did not see the point of hiring a shipper when I could have packed and sent them quickly and easily myself. 

Then this email arrived: 
 Dear Ellen, 
 Hope this message finds you well. I am very sorry for not getting in touch earlier.I have not recovered fully, i just gave birth to a new baby boy. We named him Charles, he cries so much and doesn't like sleeping. Nursing a new baby is not easy and i guess you know how it feels when nursing a new baby. Charles takes most of my times all day long. Anyway, i saw the mail from the shipping agent that they are ready to work with you to ship the artworks with my other home decors. Regarding the payment of the artwork, i want to inform you that the payment has just been sent to you via USPS tracking number(9101969010386860035894) and i guess it will deliver to your address today or tomorrow. Please as soon as you receive the payment,kindly have it cash and deduct the payment of the artwork from the payment sent and forward the leftovers to the shipping agent that will be handling the pickup of the artwork from your place and the shipment of our other home decors. I will inform them to get in contact with you via the pickup of the item today. Kindly let me read from you as soon as you have the payment with you, can't wait to have to artwork on our walls here. As soon as i have the artwork here, i will call you to discuss about the commission work i want to do for my little baby. Am wishing you the best of today. I will be looking forward to read from you as soon. Warmest regards, Betty. 

The check arrived yesterday. Unfortunately, it was not a cashier's check nor was it a mail order. She (or he) began sending texts saying I had to send cash via Western Union to the shipper in Missouri so that he would come pick it up today. I was so rattled, I nearly fell for one of the classic scams ... have the mark send real money in order to get the fake money.

They were texting me from VT, pretending to be in OR, sending the check from UT, which was from a business in FL using a closed bank. Also, there IS no Betty Jean Clark in Redmond, OR


I am embarrassed to post this, but I hope it will help someone see through this sort of thing more quickly.

Tuesday, August 07, 2012

Dream of Big Cats

Roby
Last night I dreamed I was in a restaurant where all the tables were soft, like couches or beds. On my bed/table was a large black leopard or jaguar. He was very gentle, and lots of other big cats were roaming freely among the tables, doing no harm to humans. They were spotted cats of various kinds, ocelots, leopards, and so forth. The cat took my hand into his mouth, very carefully, the way a dog would do. It reminded me strongly of a dream I had years ago of a black dog taking my hand in his mouth. I woke up saying, "I wish I had a dog."

I did not wake saying, "I wish I had a big cat" but it made me think of all those beautiful animals and what we need to do as humans to provide space for them to coexist with our burgeoning population.  I don't have any answers except to support organizations that set aside land for habitat, such as The Nature Conservancy, and those which work to conserve and protect endangered animals, like The Cathouse, where this gorgeous man cat lives.

Dogs' Final Moments

Tou Chih-kang, a Taiwanese photographer, took on a project of photographing dogs slated to be euthanized. See a few of the photos here. There is also a story about his work here.

Monday, July 09, 2012

Poem from Wings of Desire (movie)
























Song of Childhood – Peter Handke
When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.

When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.

When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?

When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.

When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.

It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.

When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.

When the child was a child,
It was enough for it to eat an apple, … bread,
And so it is even now.

When the child was a child,
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop,
the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.

When the child was a child,
It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
And it quivers there still today.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Ray

At Eugene, Oregon, The Husband and I looked out over the station platform. I was focusing on seeing where Snappy Service Cafe #3 had been, where I had worked in the mid-70s. It was no longer there, so we settled back in to the sway and clack of the train as it continued down the Willamette Valley and thence into the Cascades as the day dwindled into darkness.


The next morning we were up early, knowing that breakfast began at 6:30 am. A couple we knew were already sitting in the Parlor Car (sleeper passengers only). We plopped down beside them and began talking. Another couple of people came in, and then a man who looked Japanese arrived. All the chairs in our section were full, and he went past us to a table, pointing his SLR camera out the window. I said rudely, "we are ahead of you" and the others laughed.


We all went in to breakfast, and he went in after the rest of us, very politely. Later he sat with us at lunch. The Dining Car attendant always seated couples together, but the remaining two seats at each table were filled with people we did not know. This time, it was Ray, who was alone, and a woman who was also alone. We introduced ourselves, and Ray turned out to be an American of Japanese descent, who had been a structural engineer, now retired, going home to Van Nuys CA. He showed us a beautiful shot he had captured of the dawn sky reflected in some rice fields. He was very interesting and friendly. He told us his wife had died, and that he was alone on the train trip.


Later that day, we sat in the Parlor Car next to Ray, and we observed that the women attendants were especially nice to him. The Husband commented, "You take the train to pick up women!" Ray said no, his wife had died on this trip, in the Eugene train station. She had had a weak heart and they had been expecting this for a few years. They had gone to Eugene for a religious retreat, and when she died, the people there helped him cope with all the details of death, and everyone was kind to him. He considered taking a plane home, but someone convinced him to complete his trip.


They had been married for 60 years. He showed us her picture, and we spoke of how much his life had changed. At Van Nuys I watched him walking away from the train with his son and a woman who was either his daughter or his daughter-in-law. They live very close to him, and are helping him dispose of his wife's belongings. He said he had asked her repeatedly to get rid of the many sets of dishes she had collected, but she just did not want to part with them.


Wherever you are now, Ray, may your life be peaceful.

The Facts of Love

Friday, May 11, 2012

Legs Monday May 7 2012
Today my legs were as small as they are going to get, and in the parlance of LymphedemaLand, I have "stabled out", meaning my legs are neither shrinking nor growing. That means that next week, barring some objection from the doctor, whom I see Tuesday, next week is my last week of weekday therapy. 


A week from today, I will be discharged from treatment and sent home wearing compression stockings. It may take another week or so to get my nighttime compression wear. I plan to buy it myself if delivery will be sooner. Bandaging is bulky and when it gets really hot I assume it will be very uncomfortable.

Wednesday, May 02, 2012

Preparations for Maintenance

I ordered these pairs of socks so that I can do yoga in compression stockings, which would slip on the wood floors of the yoga studio. 


Maintenance is approaching, and I will be thrilled to be in that phase of treatment, although it will probably be annoying to have to wear compression stockings daily, especially in the extreme heat of our summers. It definitely beats the alternative though, which would be letting the lymphedema go untreated and possibly progress to worse conditions.

May Day and Memories

My May Day consisted of a simple realization that we are in the very height of Spring. In this climate the weather is in the 80s, and last night we had a lovely cool breeze, an indigo sky with bright puffy clouds, and perfect humidity.


When I was in grade school, we had a yearly procession, in which we girls all wore white dresses and flower circlets in our hair. The boys wore suits and ties, and we all lined up, then walked, singing hymns to Mary, to a grotto dedicated to her, and the May Queen would crown her statue with a circlet of flowers like ours.


One thing I did like about growing up Catholic was that honoring of the Great Mother, although they never admitted her divinity, as they did with the Father and the Son.


Another memory is of my sister Betsy coming home from the hospital with Mother, and the two of them on the window seat in the dining room, covered with a peach-colored satin quilt. Betsy had red hair even then, and the sun was shining in. Outside the window were lilacs in bloom.

Monday, April 09, 2012

ZOMG HOME COMPUTERS? IZZAT REALLY POSSIBLE?

More Questions!


  • Will I be able to do yoga?
  • Will I be able to drive more than short distances? 
  • Will I be able to sleep comfortably?
  • Will I be able to walk the dogs for at least 30 minutes per day as I have been (60 minutes when The Husband is traveling)?

Sunday, April 08, 2012

Into the Void

Maybe it sounds melodramatic, but I don't really know what happens from here on. Not that I usually know, but I have questions:

  • Is the diagnosis lipoedema or primary lymphedema?
  • Will this treatment work?
  • How long will the treatment take?
  • Will I have underlying fat deposits that show up when the fluid retention is gone?
  • What will my reality be like from here on?

Wednesday, April 04, 2012

My Anchors

Today at the Weight Watchers meeting, we discussed anchors. An anchor can be a saying, or an object, which has positive associations and which is mentally connected to ideas of achieving the goal. 


Years ago, I hiked in the Olympic Mountains and the end point of the hike was an alpine meadow something like this one. It was magical and thrilling! I felt very rewarded for all the struggle of getting up there. That feeling I want to attach to my anchor.


Also years ago also, I bought a small pewter ocarina that I wore on a silver chain around my neck. When I made the decision to quit smoking "cold turkey", I used that ocarina to help me accomplish my goal. When I wanted to smoke, I would play my ocarina (not very well, but who cares?). It engaged my mouth, breath and hands, which is what smoking did. After some time, I only had to reach up and hold onto my ocarina. Like Dumbo's feather, it had no power of its own, but for me it was plenty. I have never smoked since. What happened to that ocarina, I have no clue. Somewhere along the line it fell out of my life. I hope someone has it and cherishes it now.


I sent for another pendant ocarina, which I plan to use as my weight-loss anchor. I will attach the feelings of accomplishment I got from quitting smoking, and that wonderful joyous accomplishment of seeing the alpine meadow. I will also repeat a saying from my yoga teacher, "I may not be perfect, but I am going in the right direction."

Tuesday, April 03, 2012

The Adventure Continues!

Today I had my evaluation at the Lymphedema and Wound Care Institute near my house, and it was interesting. I received a pump and compression garments like the ones in the photo, for home use, and I received a different diagnosis. This doctor says I have primary lymphedema, which means it is not fat that is absorbing fluids, but the lymph nodes are inadequate and have been for a long time.
Friday I have a Doppler ultrasound of my legs to determine whether I have Deep Vein Thrombosis, and if not, I begin Complete Decongestion Therapy on Monday afternoon. They took a photo of my legs, and measured the circumference at 4-cm intervals up the leg, then re-measured after I had a 15-minute pump treatment as shown in the photo. There was a difference, so this will work. I am hopeful.

Our Fabulous Rescue Dogs ...