ICU

remember the skier Pikaboo Street? the old joke about her donating $$ to the hospital? it would be for the Pikabo ICU. aaanyway. no - i don't CU yet....the Drama Of The Glasses continues. i need a helmet that's for sure. what an entirely different day it was with over-impaired vision, though! Do Not Drive near me. i suppose i should be more responsible about being on the road, but being half Canadian, i drive badly on a good day! so today i amused myself on the endless calls by trying out different accents. the Scottish brough seems most natural...although a daresay a Scotman would cringe and wail like a bagpipe if he heard it. Yiddish was a shoe-in. Brooklyn (you talkin to ME?!) was fun but close to that line of being sent to the naughty chair. at one point during the day, my boss was monitoring my call (beeeep beeep in your ear) so i put on a clinic. all in all, what i lacked in vision, i made up for in entertainment value. plus, we've all invented a new game called Make Your Co-Worker Snort. (listen...unless you've spent the better hours of your life in a cubicle, just shush). you write something funny on a sticky note, and tack it to the little window-like glass-ish part near the top of your cubby. then email your coworker to look up. i raised the bar a bit. SOMEone put a stress ball in my desk drawer on one of my days off. it's pink and it's filled with gel. it is a breast. nipple and all. so after hitting the "send" button for the "look up" message....you guessed it - smoosh. i cannot believe how infantile and degrading this must sound....you wish you could play too, huh? and to think we complain about the infantile & degrading comments our customers make. now i need to find out just who in the cubby farm put that breast in my drawer. so tomorrow is ART day! i have an early afternoon mtg about the beds. Yay! today was so exceptional...despite all of the above. each day i feel more confident that Big Things Will Continue. i'm so happy to be in the place i'm in now...mentally, creatively, internally. i feel very centered, and not like i have to be all serious and spiritual...actually, i feel so much more spiritual and "in tune" now then ever before - even when i'm goofing at the cubby farm. and i feel it boomeranging back at me...returning the joy and compassion with a few more bits attached to it...then back out again, and the return ever increasing. it is so amazing. the law of attraction thing in full force. i am so grateful for the opportunities that have presented themselves to me....at this time in my life...when i can examine each with the wisdom of the past 49 years and decide true or false/yes or no/productive or draining. my husband spent dinnertime trying to get his questions answered: Why do i jump from "trade to trade" and master none? why can't i focus on 1 medium? blah blah. in the past i would have been hurt beyond repair (or smacked him with a pan). but i explained to him that, indeed i had mastered all that i do...as much as is needed for the project and a little growth...and that doing 1 thing over and over is not how i work. that i enjoy rust & wood as much as felt and fiber. that the muse strikes differently at different times, and i was blessed and grateful that i could be available for whatever medium was needed for the particular message that needed to be wrought. now, i should have stopped there, you know, but it was a long day. so i asked the same of him...why did he hunt AND fish AND take photographs AND golf? and never really brought home anything from these trips in the woods? oy how tiring he can be....$6million dollars and my dream house by the end of the year....$6million dollars and my dream house by the end of the year. so i'm off to focus on some beadwork for a doll i'm making for a wonderful co-worker...so shy, so insecure..i feel a warrior inside her though. Linda