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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Laughing's Good, Depression and MS, and Mud Sculptures

This is why I don't Dougie out into the street!

Having an incredibly down day, usually corresponds with when I don't feel well, but let's face it, I don't ever feel well anymore. I'm really having a hard time getting my mind around that fact. It's not a denial thing, how can I deny this? It's a realization, a resounding realization, like when Dorothy's landed after the twister, hits me everyday with that same thud. I could do this much better if I could turn off my emotions, no choice in that either.

If I had it to do over again I'd of learned how to do mud and grass sculptures, placed them all through the woods of my mountain estate. OK, first I'd of needed a mountain estate, but that's thinking small. The girl is freaked out by garden gnomes, imagine he coming upon one of these in the woods, I live for that! Don't think the wife would go for one of these beauties in the yard, even the back.


Stuff could always be worse said...

We all seem to have these down days...tough but part of life, I guess. I look forward to the good days. Good ideal for sculptures!

awb said...

Kim - Luckily they don't seem to last that long, and I'm so wishing I could make something like that.