It's the season of the witch...

and I have discovered that I have 3 good months of total empowerment in my life, every single year, from September to November. In December I become extremely nostaglic about the holidays and my late grandma and Charlie Brown...and as soon as the thing called January 2nd hits I'm depressed. And I remain depressed until mid to late May, when my enemy Winter lets go of his stranglehold on Spring and allows her to begin to undress for Summer...donning her bright green shorts and sunshine yellow tank top, painting her eyelids with swimming pool blue and her lips with shades of picnic watermelon and country fair pink cotton candy...tossing out her snowboots for her forget me not flipflops....

Summer is such a beautiful palette...as is Autumn...but Winter, I only want from Thanksgiving day to January 1st...and then I'm done. I want my summer..I can even sprint over Spring really because I hate pollen.

So this means that Mother Nature has split personalities...she's schizo! She's a warm, breezy night with eyes twinkling like fire flies, she's a cool, crisp morning, for football and pumpkin patches...she's a balance of good and evil as she springs forth to grab another golden ring of the year...and she's a beast in wolf's clothing, sneaking up on us when we least expect it...turning all things good to frozen pieces of what used to be.

So, my empowerment is continuing but it will end soon. I need that hobby to keep myself from falling down into the abyss of Winter's Darkness again.

Hobby...hobbies...Holly Hobbie...

I wish...

I had a hobby. Or more than one. I love to read but can't seem to finish a book the past...7 years of my life. I take that back, I did manage to finish BodyCamp by Patricia Cromwell. But other than that, nothing else. I like lots of things...just can't seem to finish anything...I start 100 projects a year yet nothing materializes.

What do I like to do...well...

I like to cook but I do this almost daily so...not much of a hobby in my mind...

I like to paint like on a canvas...but I can't manage to get the visions out of my mind onto the canvas very good...it ends up looking like a 3 year old painted it...so I usually toss it...

I would love to make pottery...but do I have the time or the willpower to finish at least a bowl?

I like jewelry and love Victorian pieces, with beautiful gemstones and costumey feel but alas again, would I finish anything?

Maybe I need to make a resolution for myself to start ONE project and FINISH IT. And stop worrying about it being PERFECT just DO IT. I am the world's worst perfectionist. If it's not perfect I will either throw it away and become depressed OR keep it and look at it's imperfections and become depressed.

Heeeeeeeeeey..maybe THAT is my hobby! DEPRESSION! Why I can depress myself in a matter of seconds! And stay that way for days, weeks even years! Hmm....now THAT'S a feat not many can claim as a hobby huh? Or would want to I guess.

What I do the best is writing...especially my stories about Gwen and her late mommy. Gwen's story is so much like my own except I lost my daddy at her age. So I guess I put myself into the stories....and Gwen is so much like ME when I was a child, it's kinda weird...

I want to make Christmas cards too. I want to paint them. Handpaint.

And then maybe buy a potter's wheel...

Well, well, well...Roanoke Mouseket Building reopens...

Actually it's the Roanoke Market Building but lately I've dubbed it the Mouseket bldg. Mice, feces, and stuff laying around for so long that you can't even figure out what it is anymore. That is what that building is made of. And today they are re-opening it. Oh the joy. What I want is to see a video of the entire city council MAYOR BOWERS FIRST OF COURSE, standing in line to have a meal from vendor's there...I want to see them SIT DOWN on those nasty little benches at the nasty little tables and EAT. IT ALL. Smiling the whole time. Now THAT would be entertainment. And then I want the video cameras to follow them for the rest of the day, including in the bathroom, to make sure they aren't drinking Syrup of Ipecac.


Moving on from mice icky...

So..the band of Wisconsin's university is showing their colors now huh? Guess the days of "if you are in the school band, you must be a NERD!" are OVER! Sexual harrassment on a bus...pole dancing on the bus...lewd conduct...girl on girl action on the bus...oooooooooooooh what a fabulous century we live in (sarcasm)...seems to me we've reverted back to the age of Virginia Woolf...google her and her friends if you like...then you'll get me.

OJ Simpson. Life in prison. IF they sentence him to that, which I have a feeling they will, then one less bastard on the street. GO JUSTICE SYSTEM.

The economy, no comment, as I'm one of the poor broke people barely keeping my head above drowning level. I'd rob Peter to pay Paul, but unfortunately Paul was employed by Lehrman Brothers and he's out of a job and Peter is really a convicted slumlord.

I'm just going to keep doing what I do, love people, take care of my family whom I adore, work hard and keep praising God for giving me another day to do my mission work for him. I have a mission. And I'm on it right now.