So its a rhythmic chant. The bold is the emphasis.
It picks at your brain
It drives you insane
the beating refrain
the hum of the train
the ongoing tales
the endlessly trails
the whispering whales
the wailingly rales
Stop
So its a rhythmic chant. The bold is the emphasis.
It picks at your brain
It drives you insane
the beating refrain
the hum of the train
the ongoing tales
the endlessly trails
the whispering whales
the wailingly rales
Stop
I finally got my secondary application in for Med school. I just have to fill out my PhD application, send it with transcripts and application fee and letters of recommendation. On the down side, the deal on the house I bought at auction fell through; its likely my landlord will terminate my month to month lease, after I've responded to the fact that they entered my apartment without appropriate notice...I have no where to go or take the kids and I'm just too tired and worn to move right now; My common law spouse is back to saying he's leaving me and going to seek full custody of our children, even though he of course spends nights with me and comes back for emotional energy when he's down; my grandmother broke her tibia (she cares for her disabled daughter and her granddaughter with down syndrome) and my grandfather has been put in a nursing home for the duration...needless to say, like a bad grandaughter I have not called or visited them because I have been sick; I had a suprise major exam in class today; ah what else.
Sometimes the seas are stormy
And greyness strokes the sky with a slow cloudy paintbrush
The wind carries warning of rain and uncontrollable skies
But for now there is only smallness in the greyness...
Little stormy peaks on on little stormy waves
Little brushes on your cheek by sandy salty restless breeze
A sun who has *intelligently* hidden.
And birds, agitated call to their families and mates
<I>Come home Come in, while its still small before its immensity swallows you</I>
and if it does?
You know...
this too, in time will pass.
If it weren't for my children I would live in a small hut with a mud floor. That way, not only would people not complain if I didn't sweep it, but it would be considered normal to have dirt on the floor.
In other news, I started the ASL interpreter program at the local community college. The medical school gave me a deadline extension on AMCAS, and I got that turned in (thats $180 application fee for just one school! Not the kind of money I have to waste) I'm going to finish the secondary application on Mon. I would have done it this week-end but my printer ran out of ink and I can't afford another cartridge. ( I can buy a thirty dollar cartridge or pay the fourty dollar secondary application fee). Ah, my future in medicine rests in the hands of the local library.
Cheers in this blizzard (I bet those of you in Florida are glad your not North right now)
So, I have a lemon that grew white mold first with a green tinge, then the green creeping up and taking over. I set it aside to see what would happen. I washed all the mold off of it, which left a discolored yellow swath around the center of the peel. I set it aside by my sink. The white grew back with a tinge of green then the green seemed to take over since it became mostly dusty green with a tinge of white. I see this mold repeatedly. I wonder what type it is. I had some ginger root which yielded interesting results. Ginger has astringent properties, whihc I tend to associate with clean. However this ginger root develop a white fluffy mold in one spot, which seemed to have been a healed wound (perhaps where the root was cut) I cut it off and the ginger beneath seemed fine--thus perhaps a mold that develops and feeds on the skin of the root? or scar tissue of the root? It was slow developing.
Ah, and I bought tomatos from krogers the other day which seemed to develop weeping sores It was a whitish,pinkish weeping that screamed infection to me. I watched them for a few days and and the infection indeed seemed to spread, causing swelling of the tomato and a type of non-patchwork bruising that indicated that the contents under the skin were liquifying. With sadness at the loss of viable nutrients, at at the general concept of loss to the spread of infection, I settled the tomato into its compost grave.
In other news,I am the worst cook in the world. When I get super rich I am hiring someone who likes to cook and tossing this kitchen silliness out the door.
Still a science nerd all these years later. Medical School/Graduate school better accept me, or I'm going to set up my own personal lab in my storage closet out of desperation. Try explaining that to the FBI. "No sir, this lab is for my own personal satisfaction. I swear. No, I didn't get those molds from Russia. I grew them on a banana."
Yeah, I need the science fix.