Wednesday, May 16, 2012

"...I will get by... I will survive"

walked into the drug store today and the muzak was playing Touch of Grey by the Grateful Dead... our plucky heroine will happily take all random omens of good fortune that come her way!
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Summer Pasture is an amazing film, and if you have the time, do go watch it on the PBS site, it is available for free through May 18th
Locho and Yama are nomadic herders in Tibet's high grasslands, who carve their existence from the land as their ancestors have for generations. As traditional nomadic life confronts rapid modernization, Summer Pasture captures a family at a crossroads, ultimately revealing the profound sacrifice they will make to ensure their daughter's future.

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Found some nice drapey denim color rayon at the Goodwill on my way home from work, about three and a half yards, almost sixty inches wide, for five dollars...except it was only $4.50, since the clerk gave me a senior discount (a. I did not know that Goodwill did that, and b. do I look that old?) The question is, shall it become a new summer dress, or an experimental pair of pants? Only time will tell, as there are travel vests and reflective safety shirts to be finished before sewing for me will happen.
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In med-i-foo update, there may be sensation returning to the large numb patch on my upper right leg, if the random stabby pains and occasional itching-that-cannot-be-scratched are an indication. Could maybe mark out with a sharpie the extent of the numb area and see if it changes, but since it is merely an annoyance rather than a dangerous symptom, have mostly been ignoring the whole thing. Still would be nice to have skin sensation back again...
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This afternooon, another of those keep Portland wierd moments on the Tri-met bus home. There was a man at the front with two large kiwi vines, in pots, bungeed to a handcart. He got to talking with the lady across the aisle, who had also been purchasing plants, an assortment of culinary herbs. From halfway down the bus, the scent of the different herbs drifted my way, lemony and sharp and savory, as she passed the various pots around to the nearby folks to sniff and nibble. Only in Portland...

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