Listening to (sort of): The Wizard of Oz on tv

Still reading (sort of ~ I'm feeling a bit burnt out on the whole book thing. I know ~ heresy!):   Witchcraft Theory and Practice ~ Ly de Angeles.

(BEGIN POUTY WHINE NOW)

Ow. My hands are burning. My poor, poor hands ~ when if I'm not having to continuously wash paint and gesso off of them, they're getting rubbed raw where I stretched 1/2 of a canvas before I figured out how to do it without physical harm. Add on top of that the cold and dry air...

My poor, red, wizened looking hands. Much more of this and they'd do a mummy proud.

(/ END WHINE)

Yep. I do believe that I am sincerely my grandmother's grandchild. There were times when she was alive where we were convinced that she really wasn't happy unless she was pissed off.

I know how it is.

Don't get me wrong ~ I don't mean that I want to stay in a pissed off mood twenty four and seven. That would be ridiculous and boring. But you know, sometimes there is nothing like a good slow burn sometimes to make you realize how good it is to be alive.

I got an email from someone today, after over a week of silence. He said that he hasn't called me because he figured that it would upset me. Upset me? Nah. Give me a pissed off sense of wellbeing? Oh yeah. After I answered the email and commented on the blinders he seems to still be wearing (I know, I know ~ I could've just let it be. Let's just call it...temporary insanity from battlelust...yeah, that's it...) and grumbled about the audacity of some people, I really got some stuff done today. I got several panels gessoed for painting on later and actually got some singing in, even though technically it wasn't what I need to work on for class...but how can I resist Robert Smith? Even the sun seemed brighter and the stars a little clearer today ~ I feel connected to the greater scheme of things.

Like I said, nothing like a good slow burn to make you realize how good it is to be alive.

Oh ~ and the wav file is an moldy oldie and pagan favorite from the net.