I finally finished the male body I was doing. That took long enough, my goodness. It usually takes me no more than half a day but this stupid thing took 3 days. It’s called Tribulation. You can’t see any body “parts” on the image but if there is even a hint of nudity I’ll always make the picture thumbnail size. If you want to see a larger view click the pic and you’ll be directed to that entry on the art blog. Now, onto other things…….
There are two things that won’t be in Aussie’s world- therapy twice a week & rude dollar store workers.
Therapy– I can’t do therapy twice a week. My goodness I feel like I’ve been through the ringer. Twice a week is too much. I didn’t have the guts to tell him that Tuesday but tomorrow is the day. I have to tell him or I’ll spend the rest of my time at home with fybro flare ups and a body beaten down. I can not do this. I feel like crap. You could bounce a quarter off my muscles they’re so tight.
Rude $ store worker– I decided not to speak to that workers supervisor but directly to him. I intend to tell him very kindly that when I’m in that store he is to pretend I’m not that way we don’t have to go to his supervisor. The guy needs a job and I understand that but I won’t switch stores just because he’s there. So, Friday when I pop in there I’ll address that situation. It’s crazy to think I once took clonapin to manage his presence. That’s crazy. So, Friday I’ll speak to him and see if we can’t straighten this thing out. I plan to put it away after that. The next move is on him. I’d suggest he comply…it’s just a suggestion but a good one I think. Calling me trash, oh I got your trash for you…sure do. No, I won’t be ghetto when I talk to him or even aggressive but he’ll get the point. No long winded explanations just a simple statement ending with a click of the heals and a clear view of my backside walking away.
Onto more important stuff—I feel like I’ve neglected people. I haven’t really been around that much and when I have been it’s been hit and miss. I’ve answered so few emails it’s pitiful. I suppose I’ll be back around soon. I’ve gotta hit the sheets.
Aussie
I’m not your average squirrel but I am an average nut.
catching up on your postings … im looking forward to seeing your photos! i have a new camera too, and still learning to use it. i love taking pictures
rude store worker … you know, in spite of being hurt, you handled (and are going to handle) him with great understanding. firm, but not selfishly. i really appreciate when someone can look past an offense and consider the offender’s challenges before just going off. rare commodity these days.
i like the art you do too.
kïrstin♫
Thanks for stopping by and visiting my dusty old blog. I hate doing therapy twice a week, too. but, i jusst have to right now to manage the “crisis mode” I’m in. I updated with a post about the blog carnival SNAFU–sorry.
thinkin’ about ya!
yeah for you!!! way to go! You know you better than anybody, who better to determine how many sessions or how a worker at a store is to treat you! No one! We are very happy for you.
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Loved the painting, Austin, and as for the store worker, he needs to hear whatever you have to say to him. You can bet you aren’t the only person he’s treating that way.