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Okishdu
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Country: United States
Gender: Female
Interests: A dilletante of the visual arts, exhibiting watercolor, oil painting, pastel, stained glass, and colored pencil creations in a variety of venues. Also write light fantasy and make delicious food.
Occupation: Artist
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Member Since:
1/29/2006
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| I commemorated my own endowment by going to the temple this evening. I had expected it to be a very busy day since it was Saturday, but it was around 4 PM and the evening rush had not yet started and the morning and afternoon busy time was past. So it was relatively quiet and should have been smooth and without much incident, a good time to sink into the sacred and rejoice. Still, for several reasons I was reminded of the results of that long ago day when we were forced into a headlong race back to Utah in the middle of the night after our marriage was delayed by a day by a freeway accident. It was like a little synopsis of the life I've led. I locked my key in my locker, had an incident with dressing, and for some reason the people around me kept dropping their names. Even so, I plan to practice this commemorative action from henceforth, something I've never really done before.
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| I am always offered the option of sending my comments to my facebook profile. I don't really want to do that. Many people have asked to be added to my facebook page and I seldom turn them down if there is even a tentative connection, however it takes some doing to ferret out my Xanga blog. This is sort of 'semi-private'. Twitter is the ultimate in sharing bits of random thought. Some posters are positively poetic, some drearily mundane. In either case, you post and you are published for the world to judge.
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| There is an ongoing concern in general about privacy on the internet. It is relatively easy to obtain fairly complete details about a person with a little persistence. I think that those with children have a real concern. Fortunately pictures of my grandchildren seldom leave clues as to where they live. There are enough foul creatures who claim the name of parent who deliberately exploit their children that it is one of the greatest sins of this modern age and alone would earn the wrath of God. That careful, caring parents would suffer the intrusions of crooked perverts is terrible. I hope that nothing I have done in communicating with my dear ones on the internet has brought them to the attention of those who would better be sealed into a barrel and dropped into the sea.
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| My trustfy sidekick and second son recovered the files of my journal through his perseverance and skill with things electronic. The use of the journal to recover dates and names is one of its main functions.
Yesterday I held an Open House for which I prepared assiduously, making my home welcoming and preparing a lot of tasty food. Tonight the family gathered to eat the remains which were still quite tasty and abundant. We also used Skype to view those who were scattered in various places for various reasons. Nancy and Miranda from New York, Eliza and her family from Florida, and Meg and her younger daughters from Virginia, along with LCH who is under self-imposed quarantine to avoid any chance of exposing her children to the porcine fever.
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| I have a number of blogs, but I wouldn't be surprised if some have been deactivated. I find I prefer this to the frenetic activity of 'Facebook'.
Recently I discovered that the journal I had kept for seven years was no longer available for my editing or even reading past a certain date. This was doubtless due to old software and an unwieldy length. I tried to preserve part of it by doing screen grabs of as much as I could access, but that only covered the first two years. Fortunately my eclectically gifted son RC was able to find a program that recovered the text and I was able to cut the long file into discreet sections related to the year in which entries were recorded. This has left me with a feeling of well-being.
I have something growing on my nose which I suspect is a tumor of basal cell carcinoma. I'm not sure what treatment is available other than surgery. I had surgery for this kind of thing more than ten years ago. I'm also wondering if the medications I've been taking, strange stuff from alternative sources, will have an effect on the conditions for which they were recommended.
Today I entered two pictures in the UCAG show. I think it likely that neither will be accepted. They were relatively quickly executed, but in my experience, my less labored works have usually received better reception than those which I think out and ponder over. Most of the pictures I saw in the short time I was at the exhibit intake were landscapes with a heavy emphasis on red rock country. Some were quite nice, but there were many which were mediocre. At least I know that what I have painted will be welcomed by the parents of the toddler imp I used as my subject. I don't feel much interest in painting random works of art. Some of my friends have become quite expert in the time I've known them. SW particularly seems to have hit her stride and LP has turned out some lovely paintings lately. I don't engage in artwork enough to keep my edge.
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