Scattered Thoughts . . .

A year ago today, Adam began his new journey... a new career... a new life... by visiting the recruiting center for his first face-to-face interview and first taste of the long application process of the federal government. It didn't take long before he was testing, traveling, training, and deeply involved in his new career. It is hard to believe this all started a year ago today! It seems like just a few short (and busy) months ago.   While I was digging to find this photo of Adam and Sheila on this day a year ago at the "Career Center", I came across a number of other photos of Adam from previous blog entries over the years and figured I would insert some of them here as well... Sheila and I, pinning on Adam's wings... Adam's first flight physical... High School graduation... Mom, with Adam in the background as he chec

When it comes to art and creativity, I've been in a deep rut lately. I just can't seem to produce anything which pleases me. I'm one of those people who must be feeling fairly well and be in the right frame of mind to create or even attempt anything artistic, including creating music. As you can tell from some of my latest blog entries, my health has been rather lousy lately and this has spilled over into everything I attempt to accomplish. My health was no different this morning than it has been lately... I awoke feeling worn out, exhausted, my ability to think clearly was a muddled mess. I know I'm in pain (I think my bones are hurting deep inside) so that doesn't help matters any. My mood has been quite poor lately as well (car problems I don't want to deal with, prescription medication problems which are frustrating and causing me to run out of a few important medications compounding my health problems, not having the energy to do the things I want to d

Every now and then, I wake up feeling kind of lousy... out of sorts... almost like something bad is about the happen.  This should come as no big surprise though since, quite often, I don't realize how much pain I am in until Sheila rubs a part of my body and it screams back at me! For instance, sometimes as Sheila is passing by me, she'll reach out and lightly rub my leg... it feels good on my muscles but it will also feel like someone is pushing on a broken bone. My bones often hurt terribly but it doesn't really register in my mind until they are touched. Even the lightest touch will hurt terribly on my bones yet feel great on my muscles. Now, that is an odd sensation! I think the same holds true for my spinal injuries. It is sort of like my mind blocks out the pain to some degree... or, perhaps I have found a way to ignore it fairly well... I don't know. Maybe it is a combination of both. What I do know is that my mind somehow blocks out the bulk of pain but I d

I've been scrolling through photos on my hard drives trying to find some interesting photos to have printed to hang on the walls in our new master bedroom. We will be moving into Adam's old room as a temporary home for us. This move into Adam's room will provide a couple of things... First, this will give us a nice new bedroom... new bedding, new furniture, refinished furniture, new curtains, and a clean, crisp room freshly painted and trimmed. It will be much like a hotel room... just a bed, nightstands, a built-in desk and some shelves. Secondly, this move will allow us to move out of our current bedroom which will provide me with some room to work on the back end of the house finally. We've had a problem working on different areas of the house because it has been difficult finding space to work because of a serious lack of storage space.  My plan is to hang some of my photography, framed, on the walls... highlighted with spot lighting but I must admit that I