My Green Velvet Life

Where everything sticks.


health & safety

The School of Life: You’ll need glue.

Of this our true individual life, our present life is a glimpse, a fragment, a hint, and in its best moments a visible beginning.  — Josiah Royce (1855-1916), American philosopher

We visited a friend the other day.  She has Alzheimer’s.  I am ashamed that it took me many months to gather the courage to go.  Very lame.  But I finally went.  It certainly helped to go with other family members.  Now I know that it doesn’t matter how scared I am.  It just matters that she feels loved and cared for.

On our way home, we all wondered, does someone with Alzheimer’s really not recognize people?  Do they really not know what they want to say?  Or do they know, deep inside, who you are and what they want to say, but simply cannot express themselves outwardly?  At first, everything she said seemed bizarre.  She stared away and showed no emotion.  But as we sat and listened for a while, some of her still very fragmented statements started sounding familiar.  It seemed like she was trying to tell us certain things but could not organize the words.  It was if she were trapped in her own body, desperately trying to catch and toss to us the pieces flying about inside her heart and mind.  A terrifying thought.  It would be much easier to believe that she’s simply living in a happy fantasy land.

It seems like we are all slightly trapped at times.  We have the input spinning around with our thoughts and emotions but sometimes find it difficult to express ourselves effectively. Or perhaps worse, we believe we are communicating clearly but those around us are wondering . . . Each of us is limited by our language, opinions, emotions and our bodies.  Even with Google, how could any one of us understand everything?  How amazing that we very often actually manage to say or do exactly as we intend.  And when our words fumble or hurt, well, that’s when real friends love us anyway.

After visiting my friend I knew the perfect art project for this post.  I save foil candy wrappers.  Holidays are the best time to get different colors–I keep a special “wrapper basket” next to my candy dish.  These tiny bits of color flying around (at my house they literally fly around), so often discarded, can be made into shiny paper mosaics.  You can make paper ornaments, greeting cards, banners, fridge magnets, etc.

I made a couple of greeting cards.  Please keep in mind I’m not nearly as talented as most kids!

Coat your paper with glue and quickly press torn bits of wrappers onto the paper to make your picture.  Then, if desired–while the glue is still sticky–sprinkle with glitter or sand.  You could also do on cardboard, wood or whatever.
If you’d prefer to go a little slower, you could glue your wrappers on the paper, then coat the glue around the wrappers for the glitter.  I’m lazy so I do it the faster way.
For greeting cards, try using sandwich-size zipper plastic bags for your envelopes.  It’s a little kooky and will be much easier for the receiver to open the card without tearing the paper or causing too much glitter to fall off.
I added stickers, and on the first card below I added a little bit of leftover Christmas garland.


Thank you friend for a perfect lesson in listening, patience and friendship.  I will visit you again soon.

I’ll catch your fragments.
I will paste them into my
own fine mosaic.

         — poetgranny

Love Life. Or What?

Every child begins the world again. –Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), US author, naturalist, historian & philosopher (I really like him!)

I just added a new link to my site.  It’s for National Right to Life.  I think now is a good time to tell my readers (who I suspect so far consist of my sisters and daughters and maybe my curious hubby–all who know this already):  I love life and I love life for all people, especially for beautiful little babies.   I’ve never known one who wasn’t a perfect little human.  Sadly, many unborn have very poor prospects of a happy, healthy life if their mothers choose not to kill them.  Yet we all know many adults who’ve had the best of everything: attention, money, education, etc. but who still have very sad prospects of ever finding that health and happiness.  At what point do we decide who is worthy of living?  I had my oldest daughter three days after I turned 17.  I did not for one instant consider killing her.  Now there were a few times–probably when she was around the ages of 13, 15, 17–that I figured if I could’ve justified it so many years ago why couldn’t I justify it now?  Just take her down to Planned Parenthood and explain that she’s ruining my life.  Easy solution.  They can suck her brains out and throw her in the garbage can.  I wouldn’t even have to deal with the messy body.  Anyway, all the worry and fuss over a hormone induced teenager was surely enough to affect my health and well-being.  We certainly didn’t have much money, and I was trying to go to school when my kids were teenagers, plus a full-time job and a terminally ill mother.  What the heck.  Why not just throw in her two sisters as well?  I could always have more children when my life was more stable.

Okay I’m being dramatic.

Please consider this: How can we save our broken society with love and peace if we say it’s ok to mass murder babies?  How do generations of young adults and children now live with the knowledge that they exist purely because they made the don’t-murder list?  To me it seems they might have deep fears, not only about our ability to take care of humankind but of society changing its mind about their life-worthiness.  To me it seems a warped paradigm for their journeys of life.  Try asking one of them about it.

Baby (21 weeks) holding doctor's hand during a procedure in the womb to correct spina bifida.

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