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But you can only shovel one shovel full at a time and that is what I have been doing. I lose my shit with someone just doing their job, it's because I think the computer should be able to get it right before it spews another bill out, after all, I TOLD THE HUMAN SHE WAS DEAD. Nobody else would miss the fact that I am a bit f**ked up, this is what grief is like, especially when the history was contentious I am told, but I do and it trips me up and lays me low. Days go by and I don't want to get dressed. If I still had cable I would watch t.v. all day for days.
And yet I can feel so happy about having my spice shelf up and laugh so hard at a dog.
Is that nuts?
The second row, third from the left and fourth row first remind of Chris Farley. 
Watercolour
Dec. 29th, 2015 07:23 am
I haven't done any watercolour for a long time and I over worked it to it's detriment but painting this gave me something to do while I wait till they are a bit more settled and ready for visitors. This is not a birth announcement. That is for mom and dad to do. Grampa already hinted on Facebook with a post but I am holding back, as requested. ;)It has been a month of extremes, of birth and death and Xmas (which is for me the most contradictory of holidays). As much as we would like to avoid the messiness of life, the edges are what give this jewel its brilliance.
also posted at https://wordpress.com/post/riotheclown.wordpress.com/1939
