December 27,  2002

       i wish i could take at least a month off from work.  Just a whole whack of time to catch my breath and sort my thoughts.  Time to draw and paint without feeling the pressure of knowing the house needs tidying and i haven't updated here.  Time to spend with Himself and indulge in our early morning trysts again.  Maybe i'm selfish, but i'm not patient enough to wait till i'm retired to indulge in all that.

      Christmas was lovely.  Himself and i have risen the mighty perfect parent mountain - my daughter needed tuition money, plus i loaded her up with girl stuff, my son has a new futon, carpet and guy stuff - and we gave Himself's daughter (along with the girl stuff) a cell phone.  Totally blew her away on that one *eg*.  i don't think her feet have hit the ground yet :-)

      i was thoroughly spoiled by more than a few people (you all know who you are!) so i won't go down the list - however i will tell that Himself bought me a beautiful gold bangle styled bracelet, that even looks very D/s!  It even has a tiny clasp on one side - reminiscent of a cuff.  He constantly amazes me :-)  Along with the above mentioned early morning trysts, this holiday has been tres good.

      my son was very sick on Christmas eve.  i was worried - he had a really high fever.  i haven't seen him like that in a long time; for the most part my kids have been very healthy and not prone to a lot of colds or flues.  This one really grabbed him though, and no matter how much juice and water and clear soup i gave him, his body wasn't giving any of it back up, which told me he was majorly dehydrated. Christmas morning he woke up to cracked and dry lips - poor child.  Well not exactly a child any longer, since the 25th is his birthday and he turned 22.  He's much better now - 24 hours of wretchedness and done.  

       Himself is taking a bit longer.  Longer length of fever time and lots of snufflies.  He's still a bit congested after two weeks of this, but His spirits are much better than they were.  

      i've been doing more sketching (lots of art gifts this year *s*) and posting it on jemsites.  i feel like i'm making progress - yet not getting any better, if that makes any sense.  i guess i'm just getting impatient with myself in the quest to be "good" at something that makes me happy.  Heh - shades of type A personality emerge despite my best efforts :-)  The latest sketch is not a huge hit with anybody - i messed up the hand, and i think the topic is unsettling to most.  It made sense in my head - an abstract within a realist piece where i wanted the abstract to be seen first, and the realism seen secondary.  Given my kinky, highly sexual nature, i have a feeling more of this will be happening in what i want to draw and people will have problems with it.  Ah well, i suppose as long as i understand it, then it will be fine.

      Off to read my new book on "Gustav Klimt" - i indulged myself in the bookstore today :-) 

PS - i particularly like this quote:

"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self."
--Cyril Connolly 

      “Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.”
--Salvador Dali      

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