5/18/01- New collection of photos, from the traumatic experience of buying a new bed and throwing away the old one, which brings inevitable nostaligia for that first married year. This collection isn't very good, I must warn you upfront, but I have a liking for it. Anyway, it won't be in the links list until I feel it is good enought, which may take a while. See it here
if you like.

5/9/01- Some new rambling in scars. Today Zachary et moi are going to the mall. I think I will take pictures, so there will be those soon. Finals are next week, so I forsee a slowdown in my constant journal posting and picture taking and all other manifestations of my obvious internet addiction. I want to be addicted to life, damn it! Yes, yes. Profanity is my only form of emphasis anymore. Wit has failed me. Anyway- Jenny is temporarily gone, so those of you who are following my Jenny link and not finding anything- it's not my fault.

4/28/01- Another collection of pictures. Today can take a virtual tour of Shawnee, with pics of Zachary and I as well. A day in the life of us type of thing. Very thrilling, I assure you. Take the tour

4/21/01- new collection is up come see Menstruation(sounds real appealing, I know)
4/21/01 New camera, I'm absolutely in love. Tonight will come a series I'm going to name menstruation, mainly becuase of the blood red dress, somewhat becuase of my current mental and physical state. Here are some of my preliminary tweakings...
---------------------4/20/01 I'll be here at work fairly in charge until Mr. Terry is done globe trotting with his seniors group. Today while creating my database of absolutely useless lists of old University pictures I came across Starley Cherry. Yes, a real name, for a real person who was the Yanseh(yearbook) Queen in 1957. There are several pictures of Starley. In one she is balancing a straw hat on her head while she reads a tall children's book in front of a mirror. We see one long, milk fed arm raised slightly, while the other lays straight and thin at her side. Why Starley read books like this I just don't know. She is probably dead. Mr. Terry, being older, says things like this with a refreshing bluntness, as he is paper-thin skinned and has a passion for plants. "She has dementia now, she lives in riverdale, I believe." Wrote a new poem Breastfeeding in Winter
though I don't know why I try to write about things I know nothing about. ----------------

Okerman (a good Finnish name that still wasn't mine) became Trent, which in Latin means torrent.

Last night a torrent of sudden rain blew in the bedroom windows while I dreamed that I was trapped in a musty house, walls made of that hideous fake wood with vertical black lines separating the paneling. The woman I now lived with had taken my husband, and given me a small dog instead.

The loneliness there was a pure thing from dreams.