Spirits on the Road

I just remembered I forgot to wash my paintbrushes. Ugh! Well, I'm glad I finally remembered especially before I got to bed. I want to tell what happened yesterday. We drive up to Philly once a week to see my mother in law. Yesterday was our weekly trip. We stopped at CVS to buy her treats. Harry went into the store and I stayed in the car. I closed my eyes, too tired to read, but not ready to nap. I heard the car door open and Harry got into the car. I felt his weight come into the vehicle, except Harry was still in the store. No one was there when I looked up, expecting to see Harry. Was I afraid? Nope. I don't know why I wasn't scared. Today, I reflected that Harry and I were discussing how spirits ride with us in the car. I usually blast the radio and literally sing to my family while I drive. I talk to them too. I just never expected one to climb in and get ready to drive. But he did. The he was probably my father who loved to drive. In my lucid dreams, he is usually driving and I am pretty sure it was my dad. So welcome Dad! You can help me drive any time! Be my company and know I still love you. xoxo Jaynee

Life On Earth As We Know It

That was my old house in Philly. I don't miss it, I don't want to see it, and I just want to forget it. I wanted to insert my drawing of my new house here, but it's not on my website...and a ton of the links don't work...and worse than that, I left out the landscape page links entirely. I'll never know if this is Lupus brain damage or just the forgetfulness of getting older. Same with the arthritis and bursitis. Who knows? If I don't, then most likely, no one will. Over the years, a Lupie finds doctors, if they suspect or believe something, will most often not say. If the tests don't confirm everything, then there is nothing.
I wanted to talk about watching myself age. Seeing my skin get thinner and crinkle, but it's late and Autumn is sitting on my lap.

Spirits on Vacation

11:22 pm - Spirits on Vacation
My brother has returned home. Gradually, I'll get back to my normal schedule. I've been painting the whole time at least. Sometimes, my brother would keep me company. I've had a number of little psychic adventures beginning right before my brother left. There were three, which are: 1) my easel sinking about two inches while it was totally secure. 2) Someone touching my face when no one else was there. 3) Last night, when I was dancing in my room, my brother joined me. I could feel a lot of family in the room. I think there is another one, but I can't remember now. All that makes me very happy, knowing my brother is here with me. (No, it's the OTHER ONE.)
A friend saw Big Sammy with me. I love that dog with all my heart.
Current Location: home
Current Mood: blank
Current Music: Daily Show

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Nothing Doing

My brother is visiting from Oregon/California for a few weeks. It has been busy. I've been doing psychic readings on the web. It's very cool to get that stuff right. I've had a couple slight psychic adventures in the last few days too. And I like the painting I'm working on too. That's all.

Manny, Moe, and Jack

Trolleys with windows that opened. A woman collecting tickets in the back in the 1940's. Watching the sights on the way downtown. There go Manny, Moe, and Jack on North Broad Street. They were still alive then. Old wooden trolleys and fancy metal ones on Germantown Avenue and most everywhere else. I liked the buses though. Little did I know. Coming into Center City on the train. All aboard! The train station.... Walking around the giant barn. Exciting. Dirty. Noisy. How do we get on the right train? How do we avoid getting killed by another train that's pulling out. So many tracks. Everyone dressed in high heels, white gloves, suits and ties.
Eating in posh restaurants. Aunt Betty telling me which fork to use and how to sit. Up straight. Not to be round-shouldered like my mom, she says. Blum's, Snellenberg's, Gimbels, Lit Brothers, so many stores. Back to Broad Street. I loved Broad Street. Walking at night with Aunt Betty down Broad Street to one of the three movie houses. So bright, so many people, so busy. So much fun.
Then New York on the bus. Christmas to the Radio City Music Hall. In summer, to the library and always to the restaurant with seltzer on tap with the water. I could station myself there and drink seltzer for dinner. We could always go there. What did they serve? Seltzer! And the Automat. Play with the coffee and sandwich machines. Put in a nickel for a cup of Joe. But nobody called it Joe. It was coffee. Why wasn't I bored? But never. Tears come with the memories. How can I ever say how good they were.

Our Kids At War

I'm feeling uncomfortable with the holiday today. I mean our kids are being killed in Iraq and Afganistan. Like most people, I'm used to the sales and barbecues on holidays. Today, I just thought about our soldiers and worried for them. I was one of those people who questioned the invasion of Iraq from the beginning, probably because I didn't trust Bush or his cronies. Plus, I knew it would be important to chase bin Laden. Our soldiers and our allies' soldiers are suffering and dying in Iraq, in my opinion, for no reason. We would all love to see a real democracy in Iraq, but the chances of that are nil. As bad as Saddam was, if we wanted him out, I can't understand why we couldn't have picked him off. Well, we didn't. We've spent all of Bill Clinton's surplus and put our grandchildren into debt supposedly making over another nation. Our nation needs a totally revamped program of education, health, and infrastructure, but we went in to Iraq and made a mess out of that country. Now Bush is hinting about the danger of Iran? Gov.Bush is like a black cloud. Everything he touches turns to sh*t. (I'm not convinced the governor has truly won any election since the governorship.) Anyway, American, Brits, and Aussies are over there in danger's way, so I said a prayer for them. Whether one believes we had an obligation to invade Iraq or not, our soldiers are there. A large number of them joined the Reserves and National Guard because of the college tuition, not expecting to be in the trenches. But there they are. They fight in our name and rightly, this day belongs to them. God Bless and keep them.
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