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I feel like everything that wants to throw my budget off costs $150.

I had a $150 cell phone bill last month, from too much texting. I pretty much went through a whole breakup using the fine medium of texting. Tanya the PDA queen can sympathize, I’m sure. 

I went to this kooky new age body worker/chiropractor to deal with some lower back problems I’ve been having, and she concluded that, get this: my “vertical vision” is what’s throwing everything off. She didn’t charge me, but wanted me to see this special opthomologist. His fee is $150.

Paco needs a blood panel so we can figure out what’s causing the volcanic, itchy skin scab problem. Cost: about one fi’tty.

Roxy, the 98 Civic, needs three new tires. $50 each.  

So here’s what I want to manifest from the universe: A coupon book with ten $150 checks in it. To arrive in the mail every two months. Bring it.

What’s your figure? When you have a larger budget, is it $500? $1,500? 

I feel a random entry coming on…

I’ve had a whole bunch of little ideas for blog entries, and maybe a few of them will make it in today, but mostly I figured I had to get something written before I lose my little readership. It’s Sunday and I don’t have Sunday blues. Inertia regarding anything to do with work, maybe, but not blues. Just enjoying the beautiful spring heat wave and the smell of the star gazer lillies sitting next to me on the coffee table. Antibiotics have made me whole again.

Thanks for the comments on “finishing.” You’ll be happy to know that I dealt with a few things on my list. I’m not using the f-word on all of them yet, but made some progress this week, in between bouts of food poisoning-induced upset bowel. I committed to finishing the butterfly credit card mosaic, and it’s looking pretty good. I sent the camera off to Olympus for repair (thanks, Marshall, by the way. I took it to the place where they mail stuff for you). Also made progress on the article I needed to edit. Picked up the painting I had framed, and it looks awesome.

Check this out. It’s not a photograph; it’s a painting.

It’s by this painter named John Harris whose work I saw at the Cherry Creek Arts Festival last year. I desperately wanted to buy one of his paintings but they are, like, a bazillion bucks each. Someday when I have an extra $890 (cough) I’ll buy one of his prints on canvas. Meanwhile, I just did a drop-and-drag off his website and printed the image on photo paper and taped it on the wall next to my bed. It makes me feel peaceful and contemplative. Mostly it makes me contemplate how in the hell you can break down all the colors and shapes of water like that. My mom is taking me on a painting vacation in Bend, Oregon in August, where some acrylics master is going to teach us how to paint nature. Since I have only once painted with acrylics, I plan to make a fool out of myself by trying to paint something unbelievably technical like the surface of a running river. I’ll take on something much larger than I can handle. For once.

One other random note: It feels really, really good to pull weeds. Today I was doing that in my side yard, which is what I guess you’d call a stone yard. It’s just a bunch of roundish stones in a long bed next to the sidewalk. So I was pulling weeds and noticed this HUGE purple pupa that got yanked up with one of the weeds. We’re talking 2 and a half inches long and about 1/2 inch wide. You know in Silence of the Lambs when Jodie Foster goes to see those bug guys to analyze the pupae that Jamie Gumm is putting in his victims’ throats? It reminded me of that. (Linda, was it a moth pupa?) Anyway, I just shoved it back into the ground.

I’m all about giving gestating things a chance.