Stay obsessed by what you love...........

______Days are full and as much as I try to keep order, I find less time to write about it. The seasons change and sounds of the birds in early morning make me long to show through my work how this makes me feel. I hope that my design work will bring some of that to the fore. Someone said, "Do what you know, do what you love".
I only wish.
There are many ways to put nature in the work we all do. That is my guiding inspiration and a way to leave a part of myself in this beautiful world.______

Thursday, August 04, 2005


______We ran into Mark at lunch.....Josie said she was so happy. She said that"I thought I would never see him here.". and we were on our way to the restroom and she said "Maybe we will see him again if we walk through the pines"...Meaning the potted plant we walked by to get to him. I said that we would sit with him for lunch.
We asked, on our way to the mall which way to go and she showed us, then "Pop" asked if she could drive there and she said"No, but I know the path".
This is dessert. It matched her dress so well.
It was such a perfect day and she was so sweet and good and yet very busy and was her usual self...just managing everything really well and in control. Someone asked her about 'Buckeroo'.
We are off to the mall.....Johnny Rockets for lunch and drop some money in the fountain at Phipps Plaza.
We are folding towels here...those scrushy little disks that grow into big(well, bigger ) ones.

It's Thursday

_______Josie is spending the day with me. I cannot wait , each week, for this day. It is the most fun I have ever had with anyone. The day goes by so quickly and each day she spends with me I learn something new or acquire a better look at what she finds interesting. I'll post later .. perhaps a photo.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005


There is no water near.That makes us very landlocked, and althought you would think not, it is very humid here. The first thing that happens when you move to Atlanta after living near the coast is a great sense of being displaced. Nothing feels right for a few years.

Hot summer day. Only a day for reading quietly.