Tuesday, July 18, 2006


Kittens are Sweet

It seems to me the more I have going on in my life the less time I have to sit down and write, but it's not exactly a matter of time, it's more a matter of not wanting to really sort things out in my head. As in, I'm dealing with all of these issues, and I'm mainly dealing with them alone, in my head, quietly; the only evidence that anything is going on may be my increased sensitivity and inability to fall asleep. I believe that one day I'll be able to get things to the point where I'll be capable of expressing my jumbled emotional tangle.

I get a real kick out of watching the cats sleep.

Printmaking class has made my life so much better. I'm doing something, making something, learning a new skill.

Two nights ago I plated an herb garden and re-potted almost all of my houseplants. Then Chris told me he didn't like gardening. News to me. How could you not like gardening?

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