A test blog

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My first post on a bleak day. Be patient with me as I am new at this and will need a few weeks to figure out how this all works. I am having problems figuring out how to make paragraphs and such..the text editor is having a stroke on me. Guess I had better polish up on my html skills. They are minimal.

Today was the last day of school. I remember riding the bus in the 70's, throwing my papers out the window with the other kids. When I think of it, what a mess we were making along the country highway, our looseleaf floating like leaves in a windstorm.

I had a rotten last day. Normally I am ecstatic, but today I had some heavy thing happen to me and I alternated between crying and wanting to throw breakable things around the room. My hormones were raging whispering evil suggestions into my ear. Do it Patti, just throw that mug straight across the room through the window.

I made it through, went out for lunch and drinks with old and some new colleagues and tried to forget about the entire day. I kind of scared myself, especially since what I teach is teens with "problems". It humbled me and made me realize that they too are a bundle of exploding hormones, just 35 years younger than me.

I often sublimate my anger and frustration (not a chronic situation----) by making art, and today, it is by posting this blog. My goal this summer is to work on my house, a work of art in progress, and to create as much as possible...and to organize. The never ending chore.

I don't know if anyone will visit this blog. I promise info on antique paper and books, discussions on art and life. I don't know how personal I will get. I have been warned not to discuss religion, politics, and getting personal. I am not one to be ashamed of my beliefs.....but I also don't want anyone sending me hate mail.

I am going to try and post a piece of current art. Tongue and cheekly titled "How Green Is Your Garden?". Partial social commentary, partial humor and sarcasm. If it doesn't show, you will know that I did not figure that part out.

Ciao, patti

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hi Pootie
It's looking good - picture loads fine, site is crisp & clear! Wishing you luck with this new site, and hope the message comes through OK at your end. All the best, Susie in the UK (PS: loved the Easter CD I bought off your Etsy site!)
3:23 PM
Anonymous said…
Pootie,
Love reading your postings on AJMarketing. (I do more reading than I do posting...)
I found your blog interesting and I'll be checking it often, if not daily. Your insights to the past opened doors in my brain and produced images of the last day of school and my days of partying (too much). But thats all over with now. Amazing how real life sets in and we find other outlets for our love & frustrations. I love your blog so far. And I wouldn't change a thing. You're open artful and I share common loves with you. Keep on writing! :)
Michelle @ The Cat Factory
12:50 PM
Erica said…
hi Patti, welcome to the blogging world, I too enjoy your posts on AJMarketing and your blog looks like it will be just as interesting,
6:23 PM
Anonymous said…
Hey Patti! You are up and running!
Ya done good! Now I can add your blog to my favorites so I can dwell within your brain as I read each post..ew..sounds creepy haha
Anyway...sorry to hear about Friday being so terrible..what's up? I'll email you...and I want to see previews of new collages and projects on this blog! Later!
Stephanie
6:26 PM
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