Feb. 12th, 2011

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The spring cleaning on a sunny warm day after errands continues. It's supposed to rain all next week.

My friends were working in a thrift store they're involved with that employs and benefits single mothers. After the final closing of my Chase bank account, going to my new bank and to the drugstore for stuff, I stopped in to say hi and saw some great stuff. I bought a really cool long knotted multi-strand, gold and silver colored necklace for $10. It says something. I believe in spending a little so I don't get into a persistent "lack" or "going without" state of mind, I think spending a little is expressing faith to the universe that abundance is infinite. So that was my little pleasure.

My friend would say anything I put on looks fantastic on me; he liked it a lot. Then a photographer came in and said she had just styled and shot  something and that necklace would have been perfect and exactly what is going on now and if she had come in ten minutes earlier, she would have bought it.  I liked that.

Today I'm tackling old paperwork, most of it having to do with the assault and all the insurance claims and receipts. Because that's what was taking up space in the next area/containers on my list.

I'm tossing all the old stuff except certain pertinent papers. I have a final appeal to the victim/witness compensation insurance for the tooth implant which was finally completed on Thursday. Tooth #14 is a big beautiful bionic tooth, The hole is filled, I know my smile is more even, I feel the inside of my cheek more filled out, I could feel my lips and tongue making the adjustment.  It made me so happy to have it finished, a very physical and aesthetic boost.  So now I have 3 letters from various dentists concerning the procedure, all my co-pays, statements, and I'll send that all in and fight them to pay for it.  It's a few thousand dollars I could really use.

Going through the paperwork was mostly fine, the stuff I kept, I'm keeping for the memories, for the novel, for when I'm old, I don't know. I had a good cry that felt cleansing but exhausting, and now I'm really emotional, so I turned to my awesome resource, LJ. It was the ER medical report that brought on the tear-fall. Fucking bastard really fucking beat me up. (Big long slow chest lifting inhale, long slow, lower abs in exhale, and repeat, etc.)

Saw a t-shirt today:  "Love more, fear less."  There is not a thing wrong with that.

I took this picture yesterday while I was walking during my lunch break. I call it Spring Flag.


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