I found something

The Equal opportunity silly hat

 now the hat alone

photoshop final

This is my final project in Photoshop

I have been learning to use PhotoShop.

Here is the beast,

Beginning again

The semester is over the semester begins.  Just paid tuition on the summer set. Just got the book for the  online class.  Time has come to pull Violetta out and get her ready for summer transport. I need to mow the lawn in back, pull in the laundry wash my dancing shoes, find or make another dancing skirt, just the things of daily living.
I suddenly see that over time I have begun to make a life that fits me.  For the first time in so many years, I can be myself as hard as I can.  I think I like it.

Finishing up

This week is final project week.  I am finishing my classes, and settling down for a couple weeks off until I start summer semester.  I am doing ok, I know that I passed and in my art class I am getting a high B.  Considering everything I did somewhat better than Ok.  Positives: I am stronger. Physically. I have improved my muscle strength, and my stamina.  I am more organized.  I got out the door twice a week with all my equipment and supper and got to class on time and did my work.  I am adapted in to the bus system.  I know how and where and when to pick up the bus to get where I need to go. I am free of depending on my car for distance in ugly weather. I made the transition to the student mind set, and am being accepted by my much younger fellow students.  I have retrieved my flexibility of mind, the one that lets me say, if you can't do it one way you can find another bridge.  I have relearned the process of building new brain paths.  I found some highly emotional swamp lands and found my way through them.
Yesterday I made one of those grownup purchases that  have to happen.  I went out and bought  a lawn mower.  One with a battery and charger so that I will finally not have to be dragging the cord and struggling with not mowing the thing.  I feel badly because it was an expensive purchase, and I don't really "need" to buy it because my 16 year old electric mower does work.  Thing is, I hate it with a passion and have many angry bad memories of it over the years,  Mr Footless's OCD rituals and compulsions were particularly bad around mowing, and we hates it and the memories.  So I did a bit of research and a bit of shopping and now I have this big machine to massacre the grass in my yard. 
Do I think I will ever like doing this? No.  I never understood the idea of a lawn and lawn care as this important thing.  I can keep the weeds down though and keep the city Yard Nazi off my behind.  What I would really like to do is let it go back to natural grass prairie and leave it the hell alone.  It is a distinct thought.

Thinking about summer

It is time to register for summer classes. I am not sure that I want to, at the same time I need to not waste any time. 
I feel much more confident, I have done relatively well in my classes. Much to my surprise considering the way the class has kicked my behind I am doing very well in the art class.  CAD continues to be a challenge, but since the teacher has been very kind about helping me by walking me through and sitting on her hands to not help, I am learning the huge pig of a program.  My eye hand coordination and my memory bank of things I understand is growing daily.
 I think that I kind of know what my direction should be.  I think that 3D printing is my direction and right now I am thinking about how to aim at the next tree, which tree in the forest in the direction of 3D printing is my next tree?
This afternoon I will be headed in to talk to the course advisers and pick my tree. I am beginning to think I may be able to do this thing.  Want to know the funny thing? I am expending all this effort, struggling and learning  and moving ahead, and in reality, I don't really care.  I have  no passion for this work. I don't hate it, don't love it, I know that the jobs and money will be in this direction, so I am going there and my basic feeling is Meh.
My passion has always been for the healing, for  changing  the outcomes in peoples lives.  I just don't want to earn my living this way.
So this training will  earn my living and I don't take it from my gut.  Good enough.

Happy dance

Spring break.  10 days with no classes and only one piece of homework. I will be passing all my classes.  I am pretty sure that I may be getting decent grades.  I think I have set up a system for the next class that will keep me saner and help keep me up on what needs yet to be done.

•  I am going to the zoo with my drawing board, paper and pencils. 
•  I am by gum going to get  the painting finished  in the basement big room and lay the plastic and start the floor.
• It is time to  put up dry wall along the ceiling and walls in the kitchen.  I want to get the kitchen primed and ready as well. I need to set up a minutia list, one of those outline things that has all the weeny steps in each of the steps.
• I was going to dance both Friday and Saturday but that got axed. Why? because on Thursday I started the mother of all colds. I could have gone but I am selfish about these things; It is my cold and I am not sharing.
• As I look at my house I realize that I have more and more  things heading for the finish, and that I really did clean up and rehab this place. With the grand help of many friends and some sweat equity of my own it is going to end up as a place that feels like people are welcome.

Today's  job on the list is making lists.  Lists full of minutia because I know for sure that long after the break I will be using them to head out on getting this thing done.