Third worst air quality in the nation today. Staying in, coughing, eyes burning, stabbing a LARGE flower into shape to wear in autumn. Looks like it has POX.
Found this highly polished and cut ,by hand , black jade pendant my Dad made for my Mom in the early sixties. He rock hounded a hunk of rough jade outside of Jeffery city, a uranium mine town, where everyone died of cancer. Wondering how toxic this magnificent pendant might be. It is very large, I would never wear it but can not get rid of it either- because I remember- Dad in the basement with his diamond saw, diamond sanders, turning what looks to everyone else as a hunk of dirty rock into a fine piece of jewelry. Wearing his fingernails off - hand polishing this very hard rock.
Thankful for having pretty great parents. A good easy life full of curiosities and adventure. Living quite interdependently in the mountains in the summer.
My parents did travel around toting us, my brother and me, in spite of us groaning and complaining and having to stop every thirty minutes for some lame excuse.
When ever I felt terrible , riding around in the back seat, getting car sick, Mom would hand something amazing to me, out of her endless bag of tricks, and say, "Eat something, you will feel better",I usually did, for a little while.
Fruit on a smoke filled dirty brown day, is refreshing.
Feeling better already!
Eating may be better than breathing...