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Apr. 10th, 2006 08:44 amAQUARIUS: Brilliant ideas really can change the world, but they must be brought down to earth. Today is a nuts-and-bolts day when you are encouraged to turn concepts into reality. This can be a long process, but remember that every day is important in this journey. Don't be afraid to try different approaches until you find the one that works best.
That any of the things bouncing round in my head at the mo' will change the world, I doubt. But I'm in the "break it down, make it real" stages with three individual ideas, and one or two of them will seem quite large to my boyo when they come to fruit.
Waiting on Alabama to get back to me about my license. The state teases me with efficiency, so that every day feels a week and every week a month while I await their reply. I've got a restless feeling today, and I don't know if its anticipation or a sense of something in the post. We'll see.
In the meantime, there's a resume to work up and polish, so it can be sent (as soon as the bloody license gets here) to a couple of potential employers... I hope to God I can find a place to work that doesn't give me cabin fever after a year. I'm tired of job hopping. Somewhere sane, and open to my brand of oddness, that writes reliable paychecks and doesn't expect a half-hour commute between jobsites every other day for less pay than it takes to fill my gastank. Someplace that knows how to work at work and leave family things at home.
mm. And a daycare to find, so that I don't have to worry every day about finding a sitter for my little man. So I can work at work and leave family things at home.
Speaking of home: planning on moving in with Mark sometime in May. Where we're going to stow select of my possessions (dishes, glassware, sofa, books) in his apartment, I don't know, but he's working on clearing out his second bedroom so Dae at least has a space to be. Convincing the little fellow that sleeping in his own bed and his own room is the mark of a big lad will be a trial, but it's a necessary one. Convincing him that here and Mark are home and that Grammie's house is for visiting will be significantly harder, I think. Thankfully, he likes Mark a lot. Maybe that will help...
~sigh~
No wonder I've been chewing over craft ideas so much: they're small enough to fit in my hand. Nowhere near as daunting as things that have other people as their lynchpins.
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Last night, Dae was wallowing round in the centre of the bed. "Why are you so wiggly?" I asked him.
"Bugs," he answered.
I knew better than that. The only life forms in the bed were him, me, and my mother. "Bugs, huh? Are they tickling you?"
He nods very solomnly, careful not to rub his eyes or nose, because that would be letting on that he was sleepy.
"Here, then..." and with a pointed index finger, I traced a circle round and round and round my little fellow. "White circle. Bad bugs can't stand to be in it, and they won't cross it. Now you can sleep."
Dae watches, fascinated; I wonder sometimes how he sees the world and whether he can see energy move... Then he giggles, smiles and points his own finger, waves it round and round and round at me, making a ring that would protect, judging by its size, my face. "Making circles for me?"
"White circles," he says in that muzzy, snoozy voice.
"Thank you, baby."
He curls up on his pillow and closes his eyes. I kiss his cheek. "Night night, Dae."
"Night night, Mama."
When my head hits the pillow, I'm out.
This morning, my mother fixes me with a disgruntled eye. One fist in her low back, she says, "You know that 'white circle' from last night?"
"Yeah?"
"He didn't move from it all night."
"Aww!"
"Which meant that I slept with a foot in my back. All night."
"Oh, mama... I'll have to make sure he's to himself before we do that again. I'm sorry!"
"MMmm."
~quiet smile~
~files away useful data...~
That any of the things bouncing round in my head at the mo' will change the world, I doubt. But I'm in the "break it down, make it real" stages with three individual ideas, and one or two of them will seem quite large to my boyo when they come to fruit.
Waiting on Alabama to get back to me about my license. The state teases me with efficiency, so that every day feels a week and every week a month while I await their reply. I've got a restless feeling today, and I don't know if its anticipation or a sense of something in the post. We'll see.
In the meantime, there's a resume to work up and polish, so it can be sent (as soon as the bloody license gets here) to a couple of potential employers... I hope to God I can find a place to work that doesn't give me cabin fever after a year. I'm tired of job hopping. Somewhere sane, and open to my brand of oddness, that writes reliable paychecks and doesn't expect a half-hour commute between jobsites every other day for less pay than it takes to fill my gastank. Someplace that knows how to work at work and leave family things at home.
mm. And a daycare to find, so that I don't have to worry every day about finding a sitter for my little man. So I can work at work and leave family things at home.
Speaking of home: planning on moving in with Mark sometime in May. Where we're going to stow select of my possessions (dishes, glassware, sofa, books) in his apartment, I don't know, but he's working on clearing out his second bedroom so Dae at least has a space to be. Convincing the little fellow that sleeping in his own bed and his own room is the mark of a big lad will be a trial, but it's a necessary one. Convincing him that here and Mark are home and that Grammie's house is for visiting will be significantly harder, I think. Thankfully, he likes Mark a lot. Maybe that will help...
~sigh~
No wonder I've been chewing over craft ideas so much: they're small enough to fit in my hand. Nowhere near as daunting as things that have other people as their lynchpins.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Last night, Dae was wallowing round in the centre of the bed. "Why are you so wiggly?" I asked him.
"Bugs," he answered.
I knew better than that. The only life forms in the bed were him, me, and my mother. "Bugs, huh? Are they tickling you?"
He nods very solomnly, careful not to rub his eyes or nose, because that would be letting on that he was sleepy.
"Here, then..." and with a pointed index finger, I traced a circle round and round and round my little fellow. "White circle. Bad bugs can't stand to be in it, and they won't cross it. Now you can sleep."
Dae watches, fascinated; I wonder sometimes how he sees the world and whether he can see energy move... Then he giggles, smiles and points his own finger, waves it round and round and round at me, making a ring that would protect, judging by its size, my face. "Making circles for me?"
"White circles," he says in that muzzy, snoozy voice.
"Thank you, baby."
He curls up on his pillow and closes his eyes. I kiss his cheek. "Night night, Dae."
"Night night, Mama."
When my head hits the pillow, I'm out.
This morning, my mother fixes me with a disgruntled eye. One fist in her low back, she says, "You know that 'white circle' from last night?"
"Yeah?"
"He didn't move from it all night."
"Aww!"
"Which meant that I slept with a foot in my back. All night."
"Oh, mama... I'll have to make sure he's to himself before we do that again. I'm sorry!"
"MMmm."
~quiet smile~
~files away useful data...~
