the way eye see it...

Lots of people ask me "WHY?"

with a look i can't quite describe in their eyes... 

amused? aloof? 

no, probably just confused....

I GET IT!  It is confusing to see the world through my eyes. But 

see what you think of this...Whether it's at 
the time of pick up/collection -what ever you want to call it... 

or during the cleaning/sorting of it (the littler I've collected off streets and parking lots around my hometown)...

These things -they speak to me.
This one with a little help from a highly inspirational Post-it TV commercial....

Coupla things this randomly twisted piece of scrap metal/litter off the street AND a very inspiring Post-it commercial remind me...
-every single time I try---> I am getting closer to the goal
-one is 42% more likely to do something if one writes it down...(oh,I can't tell you how many times my dad tried to get me to "write my notes after class for better retention"... he was a pusher of good study tips which I promptly disregarded).
-jumping is fun. jk.. not really... hehehe

ok.  we shall see what comes next...
Have a good one!
Your Favorite Oxymoron.... Leslie Cooper 

Tearin' it up...

Been arting up a storm lately. Actually, its pretty much the only thing i do besides work and physical therapy for what feels like a loooong time now (*and still doing "regular" therapy every other week-ish).

In early August, somewhere between work and street walking (hahahaha jk! although i did call it something like that once... you know how i get with words... oh dear the looks i get from people.)
oh yeah -> So, between my job and my trash/litter/road hazard-picking habit SOMETHING in my left leg BROKE! I woke up one morning and the little pull/tug i'd felt the previous days had swelled up my whole dang leg! I couldn't bend my knee and the pain was excruciating.

Turns out I had partially torn the medial head of my gastrocnemius. (It's name comes from the shape... the bulging calf muscle looks like a stomach. Ha!)  I got a lovely knee high bootie (hehe) to lug around until further notice. Rest was prescribed.

Now, it's not like I normally do much of anything.  I'd kind of re-hermit-ized after my dad died.  Cocooned by grief... asleep... a part of me hibernating while I kept trying to move forward through my daily life.  But, lots of time at home with restricted movement... Alone with restricted movement?  That's not necessarily where I thrive.  After a long day lugging the orthopedic boot around though...  I was sooo exhausted i had no choice!

Eventually the pain lessened, and I wasn't completely wiped out after clocking out.  So, off to physical therapy I go.  And, thats where things started to move in me again.

Moving right along...
Your favorite Oxymoron,
Les

**to see pictures of some works-in-progress... https://instagram.com/p/BqOlDAknMRM/

so much.

Coming back together
again...
just like the first time.

REmembering what I've learned.
REcalling...
REcollecting...
Reconnecting the dots.

Stringing back together
untangling the yarns
weaving old with new...
inspiration.
i see double.

REflected ...
and bemused.
my muse...
i am
myself

reVived
again

round 'n round
circle dot

❤️les



Its been a long time... haven't quite known how to make my comeback to the blogOsphere.  That’s a word right? but antyhoo...  I have no clue how things will flow here but I’d like to give it another shot.
So much has happened. So much has changed... although sometimes it seems everything stays the same.  so cracy...

I lost my dad.  It happened on Thanksgiving of 2016.  And worlds crumbled. It was sudden and drawn out at the same time... Such a major loss for our family... a huge hole in my life.  Oh how my heart still aches as i type this.  He was a GREAT man.  A kind and loving father.  He gave me life and saved my life a few times.  I deeply miss him.  And, he's still with me all the time...