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That is my kind of delicate! Apparently, there is a company making motorcycles specifically designed for female body. I so want one! Road trip!
For my first blanket Mom gave me a sheet of fiberglass insulation...![]()
Why wait Ike? I will tan your hide for free right now! Boom.
Fibreglass eh? That explains a lot Philly. Was it pink to match your rash?
Awww that was so sweet of her Philly........kinda went along with the bed of nails your dad made you to sleep on.
Yes, Canadians are a helpful people. Serving you lots of shade. Lolol.
I just found this thread, so I'm still working off the original theme of the tapestry and feeling shunted from the central scene to the sidelines ...
It reminded me of a painting by Brueghal (I think he's the one). He painted "peasant scenes" and when I took art history/appreciation I learned about all the detail he put into his paintings. There will be a huge scene with a lot of people in it doing a lot of things, but every single person is doing something that has a theme of its own that also adds to the big picture. It's like you can take a corner of one of his paintings and it's like a smaller painting in itself. So even in the corners, probably even on the sidelines, the people are actively doing something, even if you don't notice it unless you look for it.

I'm glad I found this thread tonight, because today I was just thinking that I may never see many of my best friends again. I moved from one city to another because there was a vacancy in this apartment building and none in the building where I used to live. I've been here more than 3 years now, and I've only seen 2 people from my former home, and not a single one of my best friends from there. They can't just get in the car and drive 100-plus miles for a weekend visit, plus they have other things to do on their weekends.
I've just lost my best friend here (he didn't die, just left). And SifuPhil's words about relationships really hit home too.
But if a peasant in a Brueghel painting can stay active, I guess I can try to, too? Anyway, I've kind of given up on trying to live near friends and just want to try to live near the ocean, because I love it and it's always going to be there.
I just found this thread, so I'm still working off the original theme of the tapestry and feeling shunted from the central scene to the sidelines ...
It reminded me of a painting by Brueghal (I think he's the one). He painted "peasant scenes" and when I took art history/appreciation I learned about all the detail he put into his paintings. There will be a huge scene with a lot of people in it doing a lot of things, but every single person is doing something that has a theme of its own that also adds to the big picture. It's like you can take a corner of one of his paintings and it's like a smaller painting in itself. So even in the corners, probably even on the sidelines, the people are actively doing something, even if you don't notice it unless you look for it.
I'm glad I found this thread tonight, because today I was just thinking that I may never see many of my best friends again. I moved from one city to another because there was a vacancy in this apartment building and none in the building where I used to live. I've been here more than 3 years now, and I've only seen 2 people from my former home, and not a single one of my best friends from there. They can't just get in the car and drive 100-plus miles for a weekend visit, plus they have other things to do on their weekends.
I've just lost my best friend here (he didn't die, just left). And SifuPhil's words about relationships really hit home too.
But if a peasant in a Brueghel painting can stay active, I guess I can try to, too? Anyway, I've kind of given up on trying to live near friends and just want to try to live near the ocean, because I love it and it's always going to be there.
Once you have fallen into the great pit of despair, you may have to grasp at every tiny bit of life: The wandering of an ant; the sight of a colorful bird; the formation of clouds; the sermons and speeches of well-meaning persons.I agree with this. For example, I was just down, for the last 3-4 days, I just went with it, because I can. I stayed home, rode it out, took naps, ate too much. It's passing on it's own. I can't force myself to just get up and do something. Maybe I'm supposed to kick back, who knows![]()
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I agree with this. For example, I was just down, for the last 3-4 days, I just went with it, because I can. I stayed home, rode it out, took naps, ate too much. It's passing on it's own. I can't force myself to just get up and do something. Maybe I'm supposed to kick back, who knows![]()
Perhaps volunteering would help to bring meaning back to your life.A quote from Butterfly in another thread got me to thinking ...
I get this. In fact, I get it so strongly that I've had this feeling for the last 15 years or so.
For me, part of it is physical. I'm no longer 20 and can't do all the things I used to. Through nobody's fault but my own I've recently been whacked with a few medical problems, which once again I'm not used to, and it has caused me to start slipping off the bright, clean middle of that tapestry.
My choice to cut myself off from the world - another slip toward the edge.
Convincing myself that my days of close relationships are over - hanging onto the fringe, scrabbling, to keep from falling into that dark, wood-floored abyss.
And finally the 2-ton elephant giving me what seems to be the final push - that I have nothing to look forward to. I've had my education, my career, wrote my books, did my partying, made love under a full moon on the beach, got married, had kids, divorced, SCUBA dived, skydived ... I've lived my life, lived longer than my family. I've laughed and I've cried.
What's left? What can I look forward to? Old age? Sitting in a rocking chair or, worse, a hospital, somewhere? What's that? Living off a measly SS hand-out from the government that won't even pay for the cat food?
Have any of you ever had these dark thoughts?