I have way too much stuff.
After schlepping my personal belongings from one part of the city to another for the better part of a week, I finally reside in only one place. The house of boxes. Mess that it is, it is good to have it all under one roof.
When I came home tonight, I found both of the outside lights on my garage in working order. Some gracious neighbor apparently had the patience to unscrew the lamp with the dead bulb and replace it. How kind!
|Your Blogging Type Is the Private Performer|
Your blog is your stage – with your visitors your adoring fans.
At least, that’s how you write with your witty one liners.
And while you like attention, you value your privacy.
You’re likely to have an anonymous blog – or turn off comments.
I’ve switched my latest obsession from painting to packing. Spent the last couple of days packing everything up. You don’t realize how many books you have until you try to box them all up! According to the plan, I’ll move from townhome to house this week, and will begin the unpacking process.
I can hardly wait to have time to catch up on reading, writing and resting.
Reading has been a part of my life for as long as I can recall.
I have very vivid memories of Bing and Sandy, my first grade reading book, and being impatient that we moved so slowly through it. In elementary school I would often finish my work before my classmates and would use the extra time to squeeze in a few pages of whatever book I was reading.
Sometimes I was so engrossed in my book that I did not hear the teacher announce the next subject of the day. Occasionally she would let me keep reading. Soon I caught on, and would feign deafness in order to keep from having to put my book down!
I grew up about four blocks from our local library, and made no less than weekly trips there every summer. I think the musty smell of that old library is permanently embedded in my olfactory lobe.
A love for the written word has followed me into adulthood. I always have a book close at hand – on the coffee table, on the nightstand, in the car, in my messenger bag.
Although my work as a supervisor in the claims department of an insurance company puts food on my table, my true passions lie in reading, writing, and photography. My photography has been displayed at Barnes & Noble, and at some group shows in the Denver area. Relevant Magazine has published a couple of my articles in their on-line magazine.
I also work with a group in Denver called Urban Skye, a mission charged with “connecting the city to its soul” by developing communities that embrace faith, the arts, and service. Currently I function as Urban Skye’s director of Art & Design.
Some of my favorite authors include: Anne Lamott, Brennan Manning, Augusten Burroughs, Bailey White, Ken Gire, Harper Lee, Eudora Welty, Frederick Buechner, and Flannery O’Connor.
Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird and E. B. White’s Charlotte’s Web are among my favorite fiction works. I count Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life and Traveling Mercies, and Brennan Manning’s Ragamuffin Gospel as some of my favorite non-fiction works.
One of my all-time favorite quotes is from Anne Lamott in Bird by Bird: “…you don’t always have to chop with the sword of truth. You can point with it, too.”
|You Are Dr. Bunsen Honeydew|
You take the title “mad scientist” to the extreme -with very scary things coming out of your lab.
And you’ve invented some pretty cool things, from a banana sharpener to a robot politician.
But while you’re busy turning gold into cottage cheese, you need to watch out for poor little Beaker!
“Oh, that’s very naughty, Beaker! Now you eat these paper clips this minute.”
All I do is work and paint. Work and paint. Work and paint. Ok, this will not go on forever, it just seems that it will. Recently bought a house and I am working like a dog to get painting and a few other things done before I move in….hopefully late next week.
I’m looking forward to getting settled. To getting back in a groove that involves reading and writing, and actually reading a book before my book club meets, not after.
I’m off to bed so I can store up some energy….to paint.