Too many photos 

Box of old photos
We’ve moved my dad’s stuff out of his apartment. He lives at a assisted living facility now. 

Anyway, a big part of dealing with his possessions is going through thousands of photos. He’s been an avid amateur photographer for over sixty years, so there are a ton of prints, slides, and negatives to go through. The photos are not organized in any way, so for now, I’m going through albums and removing prints and putting them in photo storage boxes. I am throwing some (but not nearly enough) away. I hope to digitize some of them, and many are already digitized. Someday, someone will have the job of getting rid of them after I go to that photo booth in the great beyond. 

It is enjoyable to look through these images. There are many of me, Mom, and Dad. I’m coming to appreciate how striking my mother was when she was in her 30s and 40s. She was photogenic and had a good fashion sense. I’m certain I inheretidd my magnetic stage presence from her. I’m also reminded that my mother was a brave woman. I think I got that trait from here as well.

Mom and me in Rochester

Mom in pretty dress and fabulous hat

Casually elegant Mom

A Plan

I have too many blogs. I update this one most frequently. It’s kind of a general-purpose place to document my doings. I have one that’s supposed to be about me doing mixed media and other types of art. There’s another one dedicated to my making and appreciating jewelry. I’ve had many a notion over the months to write in each one of these, but you know how it goes.



I won’t mention my other blogs that are out there lying fallow.

I came to a decision today. I will keep this one (Finding My Own Way) going, and start posting about art and jewelry here. After all, those topics are what I’m all about these days. Why should they be separate from my everyday? I’m thinking in terms of creating multiple departments in which to house my musings. To facilitate that model, I’m trying a new theme calls Crafty. Now I need to configure it to suit my purposes.

Will I ever try to make money as a blogger? That has been a goal of mine, but it’s low on the priority list now. What I need to do new is take the time to write.
That’s the plan. More to follow soon, hopefully!

Note to self: It didn’t take long to write this one. Remember, this doesn’t have to be difficult.

Phases and Drifting 

I haven’t posted in a while. Life is busy, and I am lazy when it comes to blogging.

For a while, I was obsessed with mixed-media art. Then I got onto a memory wire bracelet-making kick. From there, I moved on to stretch bracelets and then multi-strand stringing wire bracelets. My technique on the latter kind needs work. 

Is this post about jewelry? I have a separate blog for jewelry that I never write in.

The primary project these days is getting stuff out of my dad’s apartment so he can stop paying rent there in addition to paying for accommodations in the assisted living facility.  This is time consuming work. I wish I had a device that would shrink things. On Doctor Who, the Master had one of those. He used it to kill, not declutter. 

Thinking it would be easier than writing, I considered trying vlogging again. I decided that it is also difficult, so I dropped the notion.

This should be all about documenting my time on this planet. Thus, it needn’t be fancy or grammatically flawless. Posts don’t have to be long either. Get in, say something, get out. There’s a t-shirt fir you.

These Days

 Last night I dreamed about the importance of documenting my life via blog or journal. I think I was able to look something up in a blog and figure out something about my life. I can’t remember what it was, though.
I’m convinced that there is an afterlife. I’ve always suspected it, but after listening to the podcast, Real Ghost Stories Online, I am a believer. Do we go on forever, or is there an eventual end to our post-corporeal existence? It can’t be healthy to dwell upon these matters. I should stick to the life that I have now. 

My time at work today was productive, but tiring. When I sit for too long, my legs start to tingle. This is a symptom of MS that I’m accustomed to. It’s discomfort, not pain, and I’m glad of that. But it’s hard to focus on work and be uncomfortable at the same time. It helps to get up and walk around a few times each hour. I think that I’m tired both physically and mentally. It’s hard to find the energy to sit down to write. Some days, just the thought of writing causes anxiety to bubble up. 

There are days when I want to make jewelry. I made a three-strand necklace with some of the beads that I’m tired of owning. I would like to get rid of much my stash and start fresh. The junk journal bag has been calling to me. I planned to start it last year at a friend’s craft night, but I got diagnosed with MS instead.

It is Spring Break at IU, so the cafe in the building where I work is closed. I ran out of the coffee that I keep at my desk and brew in the community Keurig in my reusable Kcup. I had two mugs of Kcup ginger tea. I should drink ginger tea more often. It is said to have anti-inflammatory properties

Drawing of mug
I’ll end this meandering entry with a mention of magic. I believe I can make magic. More on that some other time perhaps.

Egg Spinach Bake-a sort of recipe

I would love to be a full-time food blogger, but I don’t know that much about food and cooking. What I can do is write about my efforts to cook healthy meals for myself. I have MS, so healthy eating should be a top priority in my life. Eating healthfully takes a bit of time and effort. I don’t have tons of time, or should I say, that I don’t always manage my time well? I need a way to make healthy eating easy. I need to take action without having first devised some elaborate plan that requires the use of Microsoft Project, and an administrative assistant. I have to take baby-steps.

Today, I’m sharing an easy recipe that works for me. It’s a baked egg and spinach meal. I’ll admit it needs a flavor upgrade, but it’s edible and gives me a vegetable serving. That’s not too shabby. This is loosely based on this recipe on epicurious.

Ingredients (I don’t have exact measurements for most of it)

  • Frozen spinach or kale if you like, cooked
  • 5 or so eggs
  • A little bit of half-and-half
  • Seasonings like garlic, pepper, and salt
  • Some shredded cheese. I used mozzarella.


Preheat oven to 400. Beat the eggs in a medium sized bowl. Add cooked spinach or kale and seasoning. Add a little bit of half and half. Mix it up and pour into an 8 inch greased round pan.

Top with the cheese and drizzle on some half-and-half. Pop it in the oven for 20 minutes, or until yokes are set. Let it cool a bit, and then enjoy. The next step for me is to pay more attention to the seasoning.

Finished egg and spinach dish. Containers: Black pepper, salt, dried garlic and herb mix Bag of Pictsweet Farms frozen spinach Bag of shredded mozzarella cheese


On Fear

Let’s face it. The world is pretty messed up, and there’s not a lot I can do about it. There’s not a lot, but there is some. I think that people who care about the well-being of other human beings can play a small part in improving things. I believe that my part is to get the message out that we can’t let fear control us. We can’t let others use fear to control us. If I had the moxie and the time, I’d do a Kickstarter to help people deal with the fear that permeates our lives. I’d start an anti-fear non-profit organization. I’d develop an anti-fear or pro-courage app. I’m not that person, though. I’m an idea gal. I’ll use my writing and my art to inspire others to take the kind of action they are good at taking.

Okay, so I know fear is sometimes necessary. It’s designed to keep us safe. Most of us in the United States are safe. I know children are being abused, people don’t have access to healthcare, and there are huge amounts of lead in some cities’ water systems. And there’s tons of other stuff to worry about. Oh boy! Take a step back, though. Look at your life right now. Are you relatively okay? Are you on fire? Are you being shot at right now? If things like that aren’t going on in your life at this moment, you’re okay. Relax and breathe. Maybe you can smile.
Perhaps my take-home message is “take a moment to smile.” That advice may not help anyone except me, but I’m the only person I’m in charge of. I’ll try and do my best managing little ‘ole me.



New interests

I’ve recently developed an interest in the paranormal. I’m not sure what brought it on. I may have learned about a podcast called Astonishing Legends while listening to Paul F. Tompkins’ SPONTANEANATION. I binged-listened Astonishing Legends and found out about Jim Harold’s Paranormal Podcast which led me to Jim Harold’s Campfire. There’s another good one I’ve been listening to called The Anything Ghost Show. Astonishing Legends is a heavily researched show. They talk about legendary hauntings like that of the Greyfriars Kirkyard, unexplained mysteries like the deaths of the Dyatlov Pass hikers, and strange creatures like the Mothman. The show covers the paranormal as well as more earthly legends. I’ve found that I prefer the paranormal.

I’m especially smitten with The Anything Ghost Show. It features stories of real people who have experienced the paranormal or the supernatural. I’ve always believed in the possibility of ghosts and an afterlife. Now I’m convinced, and I can’t get enough of these stories. Like it says on Fox Mulder’s poster, “I want to believe.”

One thing I often wonder is where my late mother is? I see her in dreams sometimes, but in the dreams, we tend not to get along, or she actually doesn’t like me. I totally believe that many of my dreams have meaning, and that they are my connection to other realms. I think the universe that we know is not the only one, and that this existence is infinite. You and I are more powerful than we think, and reality is more complicated than we realize.

So, these ghost stories make me wonder why my mother isn’t haunting me? Is she somewhere looking after me, or does she think that I have the resources to make it on my own? I sound crazy now, but I’m enjoying myself.This new interest of mine is bound to come in handy for writing fiction. I think I’ll stick with it for a while.

Photo: Ghosts in the Hall -Rachel Titiriga

Ghosts in the Hall | Rachel Titiriga
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