The Heart of a Princess
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Apr. 29, 2009
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So Tired!~
Well so much for fasting.
I really couldn't today, no matter how hard I tried. As it is, I spent the better half of this morning with my conscience saturated with the deep fogginess of sleep, invisible led weights pulling tirelessly at my eye-lids. But even on an hour of sleep, the driving force of moms appointment was enough (with a bit of encouragement from Mom's "outdoor voice") to stumble through the morning. Now this was no socilal call, be a very serious appointment indeed. From what I gather, the resent waves of sinus pain and a purpetually sore throat was caused by a second absessed tooth. You know, the one Mom had mentioned to the dentist when he removed th other one? Mom's tooth pulling has now apperently become an annual tradition. *laughs* So, I had to be up and at 'em at 6:30 to have ourselves showered, packed, and ready to go by the time dad stepped through that front door. Blame it on my exhausted state, but I was still rushing to be ready on time like usual. On time we were, though. We arrived at Good Drive for the fifth time this week, back to the artful but quick dentist who had done Mom's last tooth. Not knowing what to expect in lue of time, I grabbed my sketch book and took a running leap out the door.
With my showing tomowrrow, I really hoped to have a decent set of pictures within the series I'm working on now (family moments: Mom, Dad, baby) to show the gallery's owner, in the case that he is interested. You never know if something like this may gain you a foothold in the art world. And with an up and coming gallery like Axess 24 gaining publicity through contests and events in the public eye, there's a good chance they wouldn't turn down the option of a young artist. It would certainly draw attention: a fifteen year old conservative Amish girl leading the way into a hew generation of artists. I may very well not survive the attention, but at least it won't look as though I haven't put my effort into it. Plus, I want on with a mother spending time with her child, a plain mother reading, because that was the entire reason I decided to turn this project into a series. The lack of care enough to train the children of now, the lack of disipline on both the child and the praent, and the outstanding lack of fear of God at their falaires - are all filled to overflowing with greed and selfishness.
To ensure I had enough recent pieces of this, I started the outline of a little girl asleep against a couch cushion, her book still resting in her lap, a few days ago and needed to complete the final shading. It certainly occupied me the hour or so she took getting her tooth yanked. Although there where those few times when my vision just started swimming out in lala-land when I had to figit just a little more than usual. Yes, when we arrived home, sleep for both me and mom was definitly a top priority. With a salamie sandwich in had, back off to work Dad ran.
Well, he might have drove some of the way.
Dad came back home at 2:30 and took me back to Good Drive yet again. I was starting to understand what he ment be "feeling like a yoyo". This street we commute to almost daily, as it seem, just happens to not only house a large complex to medical offices, but also hospice and the lab they use. My TB tests, which are nesessary when you work with patients in the condition they are at the point of hospise, were paid for since I simply went across the street. TB tests aren't so bad; they don't hurt more than a small bug sting. Not even! They simply inject a small amount of protien underneath the first layer of skin, making a small whitish bubble. It then disipates, just goes away leaving a tiny red mark. The two days later I return for them to make sure that bubble hasn't hardened into a ball that screams I have taberculosous. It's truly yet another sign of the ultimate wisdom of God's perfect design. Imagine that, for a reason incomprehencable, the protien they use reacts in that one way and only one way to the TB virus. That it make a visible sign of change to show for an otherwise invisible desease.
As awed as this procedure makes me, I was grateful it would only need to be completed twice, today being my very last visit for a check. Everything, blessedly, came out negative. There wasn't even a red mark left with this one. Now if I could just kick this cough just that fast.
With Dad's second job fast aproaching, we rece to Wies to releve the lack of dessert back home, a true disaster. After that we began to worry mom might need something, and anyway, I wanted to get all the errands done before five so I could get enough sleep tonight. If today was a hourse than surly tomorrow, Lord willing, will be a mamoth. Mother did have a request, as a matter o' fact. I bet you can't possibly guess what she wanted me to make her?
Coffee. *grins*
Now I knew I would need to pour it for her, with her unstableness doubled after the blood loss. Mom's a bleeder, you must remember, so even a little can take you great stratchess to recover from. I took this convenient opportunity to call Ephrata and see if Penny could finally tell me if I needed anything for the class thats in a few days.
She was apsent yet again. This time I had called too late. This woman must never stay a full day. Ah, well, like I always say, such is life. *shrugs* By now I went about my business and got moms coffee pored so it could cool off while I ran off. I needed to get those errands done soon!
There was laundry detergant left to buy at Dollar General which was conviniently close to pizza hut. I used my very last coupon for a deliciously cheesy olive-laden mini pizza, to which dad toasted two sour kraut mustard and ketsup hot dogs from Sheetz. (oh weird people come to Sheetz! There was this man with his elderly grandmother who had a tatooed spider covering half his upper arm and nothing but a gunnie-T for a shirt. Boy did the look weird together, although at least her gank'sta! son cares) All eaten in the vicinity of arount twenty minutes. Yes, I know we ate out yesterday, but since I had a free meal and knew Mom would have been unforgivabley naseus over the sent of food cooking just then, me and dad splurged just this once. It won't happen again for a long time.
And then Dad had to go to work again.
So I came back and worked a bit on my picture, but ultimately took care of mom, who was, by now, considerablely hungry. Burried treasure tomato soup was the main dish with some crackers as an after dinner snack. I don''t know how she stands all those different textures all together, but she does. *laugh* That and cream of wheat will be the menu for at the least a month. Good thing tomatoes my favorite.
Enough writing for the time being. With a voluteer job in the morning, in the rainy morning, I have lots to prepare for the trip. Yup definitley a mamoth.
Blessings,
~Gabby C.~><> |
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