So, after boxing I will have to wheel past the volleyball I spent 8 months getting into and 1 week playing. I was called a few hours before I would have gone up to say, “You’re out.” Regardless that discrimination based on disability in a Y that’s credo is ‘Access for all” and “Participation of the entire community” is illegal, I abide while making an appeal. Of course, by then Volleyball will be over and is isn’t on this summer. SUCK!
Oh, I wrote a post on the postcard project yesterday, lovely postcards!
I went out today for pre-boxing wheeling and it was lovely for taking pictures, too bad the camera was at home, lots of flowers out, and shrubs in bloom. We pooled our on hand change and picked up these purple Mumm’s.

I got in the post two shitajiki I had wanted for framing, one is by Petite Sanctuary and it seems I have been looking over 2 years for it.


Down at the video store (for a DVD to dull the post boxing pain – I got ‘The Hurt Locker’ – name seemed right), I talked to Linda about how I would, for as long as I live, be ‘out of time’. For me, the year is wrong, what I know is wrong, and what I can remember gets less and less as the middle term memory and long term blanks from 2008 to now are a widening dark hole. What I miss most is being of value, some sort of value. But with my weakness, my bed days, and my inability to remember or know the people who I meet since 2008 unless reminded often, I am at lucky if pitied, at best accommodated but never ‘needed.’
Oh well, life is still worth living, just if I had known might not have gotten so much STUFF or so many degrees, right? And more tattoos. Who has some ink out there? I am contemplating a tattoo. “I love Linda’s Boobies” is something I think both subtle and classy. I have been spending bed days with my plushies. And trying to make new plushies

Now with the flowers I can get dressed and lounge in Victorian lolita style splendor in the sitting room or perhaps the reading room, on this chair

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