Last week was the Charleston, Ill. quick build. It was cold, wet, miserable, and an absolute blast as always. I love quick builds. I'm not likely to get into Bethel, but this is pretty close. One can have absolutly no doubt that Jehovah's spirit is in action, his organization is in action. And I love that I get to be a part of it, I get to help ( Read more... )

I'm moving out. I'll still go to Dupo cong., tho. Working where the need is great is hard work; but a great privelege. Besides, moving out and moving away at the same time is just too much for me. One at a time will be an adjustment enough. But eventually, I want to go places, do things, meet people. Oh the ambition. I also want to put my feet on ( Read more... )

She got up to go to the restroom. There was a pause, and then it began. The talking and the giggling, the behind the back whispering, the plans for exclusion. I didn't want to sound rude, but I didn't want to join in either. It was like seeing my own life from the other side. My worst suspisions played out on someone else. I can see her feelings ( Read more... )

Artists are so egotistical. I can't stand em! I'm working at the sculpture park this next month to install a new show. lots of really hard work. It has to be done just so, so they hired artists to do it. We're all a bunch of perfectionists, and understand why the walls have to be as smooth as glass, for example. So we can all eat plaster dust! By ( Read more... )

so it seems that my lj entries give the impression that I'm some sort of tortured soul

Well maybe sometimes but not really. I have my moments of paranoia, but really, I'm a-ok

This old system pulls us all in so many directions it's a wonder any of us have any sanity left at all!

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Hint were dropped. And ignored.
Oh well, nothing unusual.

Either I'm the only one with any guts around here,
Or I'm the only one who can't see the obvious.

If I tried to make it any more obvious,
I think someone's guts would fall out!

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Don't think about it too much ( Read more... )

I nearly had my nose broken in brutally painfull fight that I lost -- to a softball. And now I have a cold on top of it.

Waaaaah!

On a happy note, it's not broken afterall -- no crooked noses, no black eyes!

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There is frustration
that wells to the top and boils
like the froth of the insane

Till the only option is to
explode like a milkweed pod
and blow away

In the soft air that is peace
no voices no yelling
no people around to tear down

The fragile wall of control
that scarcely divides the facade of
social graces from the Minotaur

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what does it mean to a person to have a two page spread about them in a major newspaper? Pride? Humility?

is this a measure of a person -- the reaction?

All I really want it to mean is more work, more commisions. A little free advertizing. And so far I've had three calls from people interested in haveing some stained glass done. YEsssssss!