September 28, 2002
For a number of hours, about seven or eight, I was able to go to a showing put on by some artists friends of mine and by friends that I made at the event. I found one person to estimate the work of art I brought to be worth $500.00, a sum which still leaves my jaw about ready to hang. I passed on some healing energies, and one such person receiving offered to trade healing sessions for guitar lessons. I was also told the chord progressions I had put together on the guitar showed real promise. It was a good night all the way around.
October 1, 2002
The day marking my anniversary of the event which sent me headlong into brain injury has come and gone without fanfare and great tadoo, just as it has for the twenty-seven that preceeded it. I am glad, for the event (the actual injury) is not something that cheerish. I had more depression and anger to to with it than I recall in the past, and I am not sure why. Maybe the amount has not actually changed, but my memory, as if it blots out the recollection of previous annual reminders. I still do not feel at ease with the whole damn thing and do feel some anger at God for allowing the TBI to happen, but I am ssure God can hanlde it.
Anyway, I am glad the anniversary is over for another year.