~ my businesswoman look ~

Like a lot of people, when I see myself in pictures I am horrified at how homely I am ... as opposed to seeming more presentable in a mirror. A friend, Marya, suggested getting over this by taking a photo of myself every day for 30 days. Maybe I should try it.

Letter to Mags:

so how is your day looking?
my kids left with their dad last night after supper
they'll be gone all week

i sat up late watching Being Julia for a second time last night (what a sweet scene between Annette Bening and Bruce Greenwood at the water's edge, where he tells her he won't sleep with her because he's gay and she laughs and kisses him and they hug each other; a beautiful friendship moment)(i think i fell in love with greenwood myself during this scene)

then i read some of We Are Their Heaven by Allison Dubois

slept till almost 11 this morning!
and am now sitting with my first cup of coffee
wearing red flannel pyjamas with white snowflakes on them (thank you kate a.)
listening to cbc radio

glad it's bright and sunny out
must go walking today

We Are Their Heaven is about our loved ones still being around us
still sending us messages, trying to reach us, let us know they're here

she says often when your phone rings and you hear nothing at the other end, that's your loved one.
hey!
that's been happening quite a bit around here lately.
also she tells of two instances where people who've passed over have text-messaged their loved ones on a cellphone! hm ... wouldn't i be tickled if that happened to me ... first i'd have to enable my cellphone for text-messaging ... nahhhh....

according to dubois, they have a kind of electrical energy after 'dying' and can make lights go on and off, appliances go on or off, etc. and they send messages indirectly and symbolically and even coincidentally.