This blog, when I just attempted to access it, brought up a September posting, which surprised me no end, given that I just KNEW I had not posted in many months. My little single brain cell was working so hard, smoke was coming out of my elegant ears. The mystery was ultimately solved when I noticed the year ---2010. Clearly sloth and procrastination are some of the deadly sins that have beset me of late.
The pictures is an album cover I did for my son, Bryce Kairoff. His album was called "String of Tears". He does this hip hop, free style sort of stuff, some of which I actually like... Hey, I am in my early sixties!!! I think that compared to other stuff of this ilk he is pretty good on some of his stuff. You can give a listen by going to I-tunes and Amazon, I think.
I am also attempting to work on creating small accesories for the wedding and other celebrations trade. I do have somepictures which I would be happy to post someother time. Trying to do a website has always been one of my big challenges and I generally mess the whole thing up... but then, it will still takeme months to complete the clearing out of my studio.....
love and peace and most of all health insurance to all....sopha
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
I have been absent from my virtual self on the web and this blog for quite some time now. Once in a while I get into these snarky, semi-unpleasant hermit - crab moods.
Hermit crabs are actually really cute pets. At the time that the Willows Preschool was around (1985 on), such things were not yet considered to be being mean to poor little animals and so we had several in our classroom. They aren't exactly highly interactive pets, but that makes them very low maintenance as well and so they were pretty good to have in the classroom. Much easier than our rat, Maizie, who ended up dying under the knife when she had to have open heart surgery. That is a story for another time.
I have been neither low maintenance nor particularly cute, and therein lies the tale of my absence. Every year, we receive several Christmas or non-denomenational "seasonal" letters, and every year I am tempted to write one that reflects some of the more difficult parts of our lives, but somehow it seems mean and cruel. On those years, I withdraw and stay quiet.
I even missed the book reading for the second book my old friend Valerie Trueblood has had published. Her first was called Seven lives if I recall correctly, which I rarely do, and I do not know the name of this second one, but I will run out and get it as soon as my budget cleans itself up a bit.
More, and cheerier, or something soon. susanne,aka sopha davenport
Sunday, November 28, 2010
I realize that the above title is hardly one that promises cheery reading. I will try to toss a bit of fun in here. I seem to be having problems in getting this blog to do the things I want it to. Same for my life at the moment. I have written two other entries here which are not showing up...and several emails lost in outer space. This little entry is a test entry. The picture is a place where I slept and felt love and loved previously and now am unable to make contact with that person. For privacy's sake s/he shall remain nameless. Sadly due to a misunderstanding about my absence from both life and the computer, I stand to lose this friendship. This is a horrible thing to contemplate, as I have been through some hardships in the last two months, and I can only pray and hope that I will not remain banished from several hearts, including that one forever.
More intelligent and less personal stuff later, sopha davenport
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Well, one thing one can do is to make somewhat flamboyant hats and wear them about town.....sure wish I knew what I did with this hat. It had hours worth of punchneedle felting in it. Oh well, so my for my keen memory.
On being the parent of a special needs child, while trying to straighten your own life out: chapter 4986, section m.
(Note: despite my twenty or so years of clinical experience working with others and their children, this and any following pieces on this subject, are bases more or less on my personal experiences, and, as such, should be considered the writing of a crabby, retired, ex-quack with a bad back.)
parenting / special needs / support system / support team / behavioral goals...and on and on and on.
Words, words, words and more words.
When we most need words to provide us with some clarity, our failure to use them carefully confounds us all the more. The outcome is frequently the oppposite of what we need; misunderstanding, obfuscation and confusion. It has never been the intention of parents or professionals in the field to work toward this sort of outcome. Having been on both sides of this particular fence, I feel that part of the difficulty stems from how each group (teachers, parents, therapist, psychs...) use the language of their training. Professionals can be sadly unaware of the difference in meaning of a word. Parents often feel that the problem is theirs. Sometimes, they may not start out feeling that way, but are certainly given that message enough that they begin to doubt their own experiences.
************************* sorry, I must pause here. This is a much longer post, all hand written out and edited once or twice. Eight is what it takes for me to write really well! I am very tired tonight and it is time to sleep according to my body. I will post the rest of this in a day or two.
Responses and comments are always appreciated and I encourage you to disagree or agree or simply tell me you don't know what the heck I am talking about. Go for it!!
I will soothe myself all the way to sleep, before putting on the breathing machine by working on a lovely red hat that is currently telling me how it wants to be. MMmmmmm, it is a lovely felt thing that sits like a cloche on one side, then moves into a series of waves on the other side. I can already see that I will have to restrain I overdeveloped nature to decorate the heck out of everything. I guess sometimes simple is best.
Wishing you all the joy of a great week and may your living room be tidier than mine. Peace, love and health... sopha d.