The Haul

I confessed in the entry "S-h-o-p-p-i-n-g" that I was a calendar junkie. I thought the 'after' pic might be helpful in showing my obsession. I went on an 8 hour shopping safari the day after Christmas. Whoa Moma! Barnes and Noble, Borders and Half Price Books were all whirled through.

I located calendars, books and a DVD. The movie is "Showtime" with Robert DeNiro and Eddie Murphy. It's a formula 'buddy cop' movie, but that is not what draws my interest. It's the hobby of DeNiro's character that got me hooked...pottery. Yep, big, burly cop man does wheelthrown pottery while, at times, watching a 'how-to' demo by British potter, Robin Hopper.

I managed to find all my favorite must-haves, except for Ziggy. It was available by order only. I wasn't going to pay full price and shipping. There are-ahem-some limits to my addiction. I actually school-girl-squealed over Erika Oller's page-a-day offering. I have a mug by her that I dearly love. I know, I know. What's a potter doin' buying mugs, instead of makin' 'em?

So, I'm flipping my way through 2007, and it's always real page-turner year thanks to my calendar obsession.

We, Now, Resume Our Normal Broadcast

Hello again. Wow. What a tumultuous month and a half it's been. You ask "What? What happened?". Nothing, actually. All this drama played itself out in the 'Center Ring' of my mind.

I feel silly typing this, hopefully short, explanation of my absence. I battle depression and take Zoloft® daily to help me continue 'the dance'. I also take, most importantly, my relationship with Father God very seriously. I know that I know, that I know, that I am a priceless, precious daughter of the Most High, through my faith in Jesus. But sometimes the brain chemicals wage a major conflict on that knowledge. It's all I can do to rise at 4:45 am, Monday thru Friday, and just do the simple tasks of my daily life.

I repeat, I know that I am blessed. I even have "Daughter of the Most High Moments" during these mind game bouts. This is where I know Abba Father has placed, at the same time, me and the perched hawk or the hummingbird or the sun on prairie grass...you see where this is headed, don't you? I don't believe in coincidence, unless it's "when God works a miracle and decides to remain anonymous". So I feel a bit embarrassed about the "it's all about ME syndrome" I sometimes can't shake. With all that's going on in this world, I'm sure there would be a myriad of applicants to take on my 'battle', because it would be Paradise for them, when compared to their reality.

So, with this information now typed out loud, I can continue a pastime that really does bring me great joy and a sense of accomplishment. And thanks to the dear ones who publicly asked where are you and when are you going to blog again. Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, on with the show...