My Hero. Weezer from Steele Magnolias! One of my favorite movies is playing this afternoon.
I think I am turning into Weezer, day by day, month by month, year by year...with no curse words...well, except maybe in private if I am really, really, really mad.....usually at something a man has done. True confession. Blush.
Granted, the models of strong Southern women whom I admire have used more subtle interrogation techniques, but get them riled up, and they make Weezer look like an amateur! I adore the ART of Southerness!
This movie is along the line of what I envision if I ever write a screen play about taking care of two eighty-something Southern eccentrics on a farm in Mississippi!
Eyesight: Dr. Braswell's office moved mountains to get my new glasses ready by Friday (yesterday). They are the best glasses I've ever worn! I did not realize glasses could be customized so intricately. Like custom shoes or an expensive tailored suit. Key word here: expensive.
Appointment Monday with a Glaucoma specialist. Thank you, thank you, thank you for your recommendations and many words of encouragement. You have bolstered both Gordon and me far, far more than I could ever put into words.
Truthfully, I've been on a wheel of emotions. Just twirl the wheel...I've been terrified, or strong and confident, or scared stiff, or depressed, or excited about what God must be doing, or hiding from reality by sleeping, or wishing Gordon understood how a woman needs to be comforted and feel protected at times, or analyzing my choices of the past, wondering what might have been different ...if only.
Lots and lots and lots of dog and cat love. They seem to sense something is very wrong. They have been absorbing angst with every touch or snuggle.
The only thing I know to do, besides pray, is to focus in the moment. Focus on accomplishing one tiny task. One tiny accomplishment, followed by another, followed by another.
And pray. Lots of prayer. My eyesight belongs to God. Any talent I have, He has given me. He is in complete control, and I have the security of knowing that God will take care of us. Just because Gordon and I can't see how glaucoma fits into a life of creating art...God has it all worked out. He may be trying to send us in a completely different direction.
This afternoon, I must write a description for something for Gordon. Then finish some porcelain pieces today. Deadlines are too large and looming to be able to handle them emotionally. Just have to take them one piece at a time.
Pretty houses in Winona, Montgomery County, Mississippi. I'll try to post the original home owner/builder and date of construction as I find that information.
Photo 1: The Boone family lives in this house now. I've always loved this house.
Photo 2: The Stidham's live in this house now. I believe they told me one time that this was the oldest house in Winona. I'll try to find out more info.
Photo 3: The Stidham's have added on a good bit to the house, but they did not disturb the original house.
Photo 5: A repeat of the front of this beautiful house. The Liston family owned it for many years and did a great deal of restoration on this beauty. Someone else owns and lives in the house now.