Needles

Back at Saturday here in the Coachella Valley and tonight is the last blue moon of this decade.  If I can stay awake long enough maybe I will slip outside and take a look and howl…who knows?

Just been a little stuck.  Trying to get my blurb for my artist page about pain.  Pain is funny.  It is a symptom.  I know this from my schooling for surgical technology at GCC in Glendale, CA.  Yes, I tried that too.  Nothing quite fit.  I once fainted during a ptyergium removal and all I did was set up the tray and when the Ophthalmologist I was working for made the first incision into that eyeball and all you could see was eyeball as their was a blue drape neatly draped over the patient, my world went black. Then I remember Dr. B’s wife trying to wake me up.  She was an RN.  There went 2 plus years of vocational school, right out the door. I knew it wasn’t for me, at least not working with eyeballs and surgery.  So, I got stuck in accounting where it was clean and safe.  This was right around the time I met hubby, the first time.  So, yeah, I am a bit scattered, not that I didn’t try.  Wow, these memories are coming so quickly lately.  Thinking about my blog yesterday, no one tells your story like you, right?  I was thinking about stopping but I am tired of doing what I think would make other people happy and comfortable, so no, I am not stopping.  I figure maybe one day, my kids or grand kids may happen upon this and get my story somewhat first hand.

Oh gotta sing this song by Kate Nash.  I feel sorry for my neighbors as sometimes I crank up the volume.  Her album Made of Bricks got me through some painful times and some really good belly laughing, high-fiving sessions with friends when listening to her and okay, man bashing a little.

Why are you being a dickhead for
Stop being a dickhead
Why are you being a dickhead for
You’re just fucking up situations
Why are you being a dickhead for
Stop being a dickhead
Why are you being a dickhead for
You’re just fucking up situations
My oh my, she has a lovely way with words and then her love song about Birds.  Who else could sing about birds flying high and shitting on your head and make it sound so eloquent?  Not many, I think.  Anyhow, with that, I am ready to write my pain statement, I think I found what I was looking for after all.
Ooh ohh India.Arie  is preaching in her song Video and that bass line has me dancing this morning.
Now don’t be offended this is all my opinion
Ain’t nothing that I’m saying law
This is a true confession
Of a life learned lesson
I was sent here to share with y’all
So get in when you fit in
Go on and shine
Clear your mind
Now’s the time
Put your salt on the shelf
Go on and love yourself
Cause everything’s gonna be alright
I’m not the average girl from your video
And I ain’t built like a supermodel
But I learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I’m wearing I will always be
India.Arie
Two different women, but both singing powerful messages even in their own little ways.  Another storm to weather for our gender. My grand daughter will be born in a few weeks, hopefully the world she is raised in will be different and her body will be her body and she will have a right to choose what she wants to do with it.
Anyhow, the soapbox is getting a little to high for me to step off of this morning. So, again invisible eyes, thanks for stopping by and hope to see you around these parts again.  Breathe…
Here are a few fun photos.  A few years ago I published a book called If These Rocks Could Talk:  Joshua Tree Unauthorized.  It was a tongue and cheeky book.   Below are a few photos from the book.

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