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There was no entrance fee. There was a table with markers and scrap paper where visitors could draw their own thumbs. There was a corner called “The Mending Station” where Lena taught people how to darn socks and sew on buttons.
Mira built a “Gesture Glossary” page. She illustrated it with crude hand-drawn diagrams. The Hook (confidence). The Tap (nervous excitement). The Pinch (holding onto something small and precious). The Flat Palm (surrendering to comfort). Free Teen Nude Thumbs
That night, Mira posted the final image of the gallery show on the website: a photo of her own thumb, sideways, resting on the edge of a printed photograph—the original 1999 jacket image. She wrote the caption last, typing slowly on her phone: “This thumb is passing. Passing the stitch, the story, the sleeve. Fashion isn’t about what you buy. It’s about what you hold onto. And what you let go—only to find it again in someone else’s hand. Thumb sideways means: I’m still learning. We all are.” The gallery stayed up for three more weeks. Then the library asked to make it permanent. Mira said yes, on one condition: the submission box stays open forever. There was no entrance fee
That was the seed. Now, on a drizzly November Saturday, Mira sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor surrounded by a ring light, a mannequin torso she’d named “Beryl,” and seventeen hastily written Post-it notes. Mira built a “Gesture Glossary” page
“This thumb is hovering —over a pair of boots I’m scared to wear outside.”
My father-in-law graduated from Fuller Seminary with his Ph.D today.Â? I am very proud of him.
But…
I am much prouder that last night at his hooding ceremony in the CATS program, he wore the cat ears that I sent him as a graduation present.Â? He wore them on stage, during his speech, and for pictures afterwards.Â? Bishop Egertson, his guest, also wore them in pictures and around.
Let’s just say that I am *quite* amused.
Last Sunday, Pisco Sours ran a sort-of 5K race.Â? Go tell him how hot he looks.Â? 😛
There was no entrance fee. There was a table with markers and scrap paper where visitors could draw their own thumbs. There was a corner called “The Mending Station” where Lena taught people how to darn socks and sew on buttons.
Mira built a “Gesture Glossary” page. She illustrated it with crude hand-drawn diagrams. The Hook (confidence). The Tap (nervous excitement). The Pinch (holding onto something small and precious). The Flat Palm (surrendering to comfort).
That night, Mira posted the final image of the gallery show on the website: a photo of her own thumb, sideways, resting on the edge of a printed photograph—the original 1999 jacket image. She wrote the caption last, typing slowly on her phone: “This thumb is passing. Passing the stitch, the story, the sleeve. Fashion isn’t about what you buy. It’s about what you hold onto. And what you let go—only to find it again in someone else’s hand. Thumb sideways means: I’m still learning. We all are.” The gallery stayed up for three more weeks. Then the library asked to make it permanent. Mira said yes, on one condition: the submission box stays open forever.
That was the seed. Now, on a drizzly November Saturday, Mira sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor surrounded by a ring light, a mannequin torso she’d named “Beryl,” and seventeen hastily written Post-it notes.
“This thumb is hovering —over a pair of boots I’m scared to wear outside.”
So we’re getting this stuff in Big Sky Country called r-a-i-n and it’s coming in the form of multiple fast-moving thunderstorms — the kind that are triggered by rapid pressure changes. This means… the lovely wonderful rain that we’re getting is triggering really bad migraines for me which are hitting me in the face and head. The Imitrex and Trimitex (Imitrex with Aleve) will moderate out the migraine so that I don’t have the nausea and dizziness but I still have some pretty acute pain. Add in the lovely jaw pain from the TMJ which is probably also triggered by the weather and you have a pretty potent combination of pain.
Yesterday, I managed to spell the pain a bit. Today was to the point where I was either going to take the pain or I was going to start screaming because it was so awful and that was 7 hours of my 8 hour shift. The last 45 minutes of my shift were spent with me in tears repeating Philippians 4:13 to myself to get myself through. I was crabby and I seriously had to remove myself from my work area a few times to avoid screaming at co-workers.
So why don’t I just go home? Because it’s not like that’s going to do anything for me either. THERE. IS. NOTHING. I. CAN. DO. FOR. THE. PAIN. Seriously. I accidentally took twice the safe dose of Aleve today between the two tablets I took at 10 am for my jaw and the Trimitex I took around 1 for a migraine that came on. I can’t do anything at home that I can’t do at work and at least at work, I get paid to be there.
I have a dentist appointment tomorrow at 8 am (!!!!). Please pray that they can do something for me to at least kill the jaw pain so I only have one part of my head exploding instead of two.
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So I did make it down to Church of the Incarnation for worship and Father Tim welcomed me very warmly when I walked in. (His welcome alone made the 2 hour drive worth it.) Worship was awesome and if I had actually been feeling like solid food was a good thing, I could have stayed for the parish potluck. Alas… the migraine wasn’t allowing me to do much eating so I made do with an oatmeal cookie from $tarbuck$.
I also got a Wal-Mart run in (which made me feel like my blood sugar had plummeted — thank God for Lipton Raspberry tea) as well as a few other errands before heading back up.
