The book signing, Thursday night, and the talk,..that I gave on PSE sign language and the manual alphabet at the small private school, went very well. I was invited back to the school to speak again, and I will if I can physically do so.

(Thanks, Mississippi, for the breathing exercises! You've made life much easier for me. I just hope that by thanking you that I am not hurting your cyber-social life.

---The "aunties" still don't believe that having a house insulated with asbestos could be dangerous to their collective health!! Gaaaaaaaah! It's like talking to a wall!! They can take up the discussion with their...oncologists!!...(don't know and don't care if that is spelled correctly!!)

I fell down again last night. I keep telling myself..over and over, "It's not the falling down. It is "just"..the getting back up, and will always be.."JUST"...how one gets back up,...that matters."

I had one very extreme and satisfying moment at the school. One of the little girls,..who was showing me her version of the manual alphabet,...looked up at me and said,..."Oh, I want to be just like you when I grow up!"

Hmmmmmmn! That kind of statement,..from one so innocent,..kind of grabbed me in the gut. I know that she was not REFERING to my physical being,..but if she was....OH DEAR!!

Half my face,..more like 13% of the muscles in the left side of my face are functional;..(I can't swallow properly because of the facial nerve damage,)...my hearing depends totally on the amount of antibiotic that I have in my system;..my right knee is almost totally destroyed from working since 1976 with kids, who have been placed into group homes, from mental institutions...(The one deaf MR kind of guy, who pushed me down in 1984 and then jumped up and down on said knee..sort of started the damage.),...I have to TAKE OFF my glasses to see a computer screen clearly,...I have chronic hypertension of the type that sets off "non-stop internal bleeding in my gut"....(don't know the medical term for it at this moment)..if something or someone "stresses me out..too much," and I have just started the list.

I say, "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek! Little child! You don't know what you're asking for!!"

Heh! I also have two articles to finish about a book or two for a small newspaper,..a manuscript,..which I have been trying to pull together for the past two years,..some "underground" writings that need to be finished and two cats, one twelve pounds and one ten pounds...(poor, poor, poor pathetic starving miserable little babies),..screaming for food, at my refrigerator door!!)

My chief complaint?

Life is much, much,..MUCH too short!!!!!!!!