i love color. i always have. my mother was an artist. when she started getting more serious about her art, she fell in love with the impressionists, monet being her favorite. personally, i liked renoir and degas. i loved their ballerinas. but i also loved the impressionists loose style. an implied picture, layer skillfully by using colors. their colors were brilliant for that time. much more so than the "traditional-classically trained" artists of the day. vibrant greens and oranges and blues and pinks. you just can't get much better than that.

a few years ago, dale chihuly had an exhibit in one of our museums. dale likes color too. for those who don't know who he is, he does wonderful glass installations. one year he hung his glass over the canals of venice.

at the exhibit here, he had a walkway installation. the visitors entered a doorway. the walls on either side, down the long hallway were white. overhead was piece after piece of colorful glass. as the light shown down on top of the glass, colors painted the walls like a kalidescope. it was an amazing thing, and if i could have stayed there forever, i would have.

lately, i've been in a most colorful mood. maybe it's the dreary greys of winter i'm trying to leave behind.

color says a lot about people. you can judge someone's personality based on their favorite color. one of mark's favorite colors is white. strange huh? but it says so many things about him. it says that he's clean, and a bit anal...lol...his other favorite color is red. this speaks to his ummmm, intenseness and energy.

saf's favorite color is green. she likes the outdoors and appreciates the splendors of nature. this shows in her writing.

my favorite color is purple. now normally this would mean passion. but about the only thing i'm really passionate about is my opinion. *snicker* i think of purple as royal, which probably explains my fascination with the monarchial systems and societies throughout the ages. however, lately, i've really been feeling orange. now what do you suppose that means?

so for now, i've set my writing aside. i'm thrown into working on the new fwbw webpage and the ezine we will launch pretty soon. i love doing this, making graphics and designing pages, however simple they may be. most of all, i'm enjoying my work with colors. lovely, lush colors. i find i can't wait to get back to the computer and to photoshop. so far i'm really pleased with what i've accomplished and i'm getting impatient to get it done, and up for everyone to see.

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well, on to todays rant.

my doggie is epileptic. we give him phenobarbital. so at the end of last week, his supply was low. i called the vet's office who then called it into the pharmacy. usually, you can get your pet's meds at the vet, and much cheaper. but this drug for some reason has to be gotten at the pharmacy. just imagine me filling out a new patient form for my dog.

so as i was giving yasha his pill yesterday, i noticed there wasn't as many in the bottle as there should be. when i look at the count, it's a half a month shy. instead of 60 pills, i had 30. the note on the bottle said "Get phenobarbital level before refilling"

first i was upset, because the pharmacy didn't tell me this when i picked it up, the vet didn't call me back the day i called them to tell me that, and i paid the same amount of money as i would have for twice as many pills.

curious, i go to the pharmacy. she looks it up and explains that amount is the minimum they can charge for the drug. so no matter if you get 30 or 60 it's the same price. she says that's the way it works when you don't have insurance.

first of all, it's a DOG! secondly, if i could afford insurance for him, i could afford insurance for me and my family.

now, i have paid for a full months supply, but don't have one. on top of that, i have to take him back to the vet, pay at least $75 to get his levels tested. I simply can't afford that.

i'm pissed at the vet anyway because last time he was tested, he was on the lower end of the range and wasn't have seizures...hadn't had them since we started him on the medicine. so what does she do? she raises his friggin level. when we ask why, "because we prefer them to be in the middle range" we tried it, and after a month, i didn't have the same dog. he laid around like a rug, unable to get up and do anything. so we quit giving him one of the doses. now i have my doggie back.

and the drug companies wonder why people go to canada for their medication. hmmmm, i wonder. maybe it's because you keep bending us over the chair, and saying, "take that, you whore!"