Last night Trump bombed the nuclear bombs sites in Iran.

 Big bombs and larger planes. He is totally out of control. 

hello olde friend

 It has been a long time. Last year I wrote my art journal and put this journey away.  Well, I am back.  keep trying new things to amuse me. Little things like watercolor, walking alone on the rail trail, doodle a  bit,  or I watch nature. 

I  read non fiction books cause I can. I am turning 76 this next month on July 4th.  My my ...changes are coming. I can walk now. Ok, I can not get my right leg over my girls bike, so my bike is very dusty. I walk. New knees working fine. I am fine. Bugs, I am on the deck right now and a mosquito tried to bite me.

Currently inside at my desk once again. The bugs always win their fights. They have  on earth for millions or billions of years ahead of us humans in the race of evolution. Bigs always win if they are alive.

This morning, called a young man from Fidelity. We talked. I had to tell him about forgetting to submit my 2024 senior roll over. I said the earlier take out of the fund was in January,  when I was waking up my emotion after losing my sister that year. He was very sweet and said he was very sorry for my loss. He really meant it. We completed our task and he told me he had lost his dad six months ago. I told him that grieving is a long process and that your love one is always around you. I told him of the time I sat crying in the back yard . There was no winds...the trees and leaves were quiet. Suddenly my outside bell rang a short bing and bond. I looked up and glanced at the bell, and said hi to my sister and that I loved her very much and miss her. I told the Fidelity man not to hold unto his emotions, let the emotions out even if you are a man, which he was. Let it out don't be macho. It all is a process. It never will go away, but  grow with you.  I asked him if he tried to call his dad after he died. He said yes, he was on remote control and went to the phone, picked it up and realized dad was not reachable. I told him to be very  open to not only being open to emotions but to be open to the process. /////////////////////thanked me for the conversation, and I thanked him also. 

Yesterday we went to an old friend,s memorial gathering in a local coffee shop. Glenn knew him for over 40 years. His name was Larry Niles, the above pictures are Larry as a young lady. No one knew that he was one of the first persons to burn his draft card in Boston in front of the Arlington Street Ch urch. He was arrested, given the status of a conscience objector and worked 2 years in a hospital working with bed ridden handicapped individuals. His niece said  he told her it changed his life. He never told one of his many friends. So there you have it.

I always dreamt that I would become a teacher

I bet I would have been a great teacher. My disabilities  were a problem and they prevented me from going to a 4 year college. I could not spell, my writing was all over the place, and comprehension was minimal. Other than that I was fine.

My older sister became a teacher. She only had one year of teaching experience in Cambridge, MA.  She was sick and married after that.   But, she continued to teach elementary students from poor Washington ,DC ' s neighborhoods. She trained herself to be an art docent for the National Gallery of Art. jShe called this her job and she studied art and interpreted art to these children. They loved, and she loved them. I went on a few of her tours and she was fabulous. She was a docent up to the end of her disease and finally her death.  She engaged this children and open a wide door into the beauty, historical and fabulous art.

I read mostly non fiction books these days. I love history and I would have made a dandy teacher. But, that was not to be my living. 
 

I know it has a while ....

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It has been a while. I have busy.

 Busy with watercolor painting, busy with walking, busy with art journal, and busy with Pam.

I love the feeling one gets when I paint. Free, liberated and clear mind. Very creative. It is hard and one needs to concentrate. But I really am happy while I create.

Walking in the cold weather is invigorating, and fresh, just fresh.

Pam is still on Pregnazone and with that medication  comes some madness, extra drinking, speed talking  and self centered actions.  Doctor visit on the 28 of this month will chart her new course of treatment.

Quill Pond is frozen and the hockey players are back having fun.

Trump wins and where we go into WW3

 

Why I don't love my brother in law

He is rude, and says bad things. He only thinks of himself. He does not listen. He just talks and talks about nothing. He is bitter. I think I nailed it. 

Happy Birthday to you Kenny,  you are my favorite dick head...

My School Years

I was born in Newton, and raised in West Newton, Ma. I went to the Franklin Elementary School. It was a short walk from Rangley Road to the school. I don't remember much about the school. I remember watching educational TV on WGBH on a tiny tv in the classroom.  It was a short walk to the school and I would walk with my older sister Judy. My reading skills  were not good. At summer camp, I  had a reading tutor who would push my skills to above the next grade level and back at school, my grade level would slowly drop below the other students by the end of the school year. Back at camp I learnt to read and back at school, I forgot how to read. 

People were nice in West Newton. Small Town and we had a synagogue  that had a wonderful Sunday School. Newton had a large Jewish population. I was extremely shy, but, I always felt safe.

The summer after  4th Grade we moved to Western MA to Springfield , MA. A big city with buses and a very busy downtown. My new elementary school was very old. We had a playground that was all gravel.

My 5th grade teacher was very nice but she was sick a lot and we had many different substitute teachers.

There were tough guys in my class. Mean little kids. Name calling kids. I learnt what it meant to be different. I learned that I killed Jesus, and learnt  about prejudice  people. There was a lot of name calling, and scary stuff going on. I went to Sunday School at Temple. People there were nice. Teachers were interesting. I started to make friends. We were not near the school and I had a long walk every day. I moved to Forest Park Junior High School in 7th Grade. It was a very large and very old school. I never felt safe there. But I did make a friend and enjoyed girl scout activities.  I attended 7th and 8th grade in Springfield.  I was never happy there. I started to pull out all my eyelashes. Time after time, I  walked to school with red swollen eyes. 

We moved to Wellesley Hills and I started 9th grade in a very nice new school. I was placed in the band home room.  The band would practice during home room time. I would be the only kid left in the room.  I never knew why someone would place a new kid in the home room  where  I had not chance to meet anyone and make friends. The school had a wonderful new gym, lunch room and even golf classes for gym. I hated it. I hated it all. Again, I had no friends. I did things by myself. 

The next year I moved to Wellesley Senior High School. My sister was in 11th grade and I was in 9th grade.  I did not fit in. I did not wear the in rich kid clothes. I was not cool. We had to take a school bus every morning and night. I hated walking down the halls, I knew I did not fit in. I could tell that I was different.  There was four other  jewish kids in my class. The rest of the school were old money Yankees. Cold, unfriendly people.