“Help,” I said. “I can’t reach my foot this morning.”
“Oh,” he said as he turned around from his computer, “It’s defeating.”
Some mornings are like that. Ya gotta laugh.
On my mad Monday morning errand run yesterday, I stopped at Aaron Brothers and bought a couple of permanent pens. I bought an acid free pad for drawing too. My thought is that if Miles could keep drawing right to the end with his Parkenson’s, I could try drawing again too. My hands often make jerky motions, but maybe I can make that a part of a new style. We’ll see.
I kept all my art supplies but the paint. I have a fully supplied art store down there in the garage to go with the new, permanent pens. I have found a taker for the fabrics tho. I love the end result of my quilting, but doing it doesn’t make my maths any better. I hate the struggle, and sometimes I will hide from a half finished quilt for a year or more. Quilting was Dr. Harriette’s thing not mine. This new lady I met teaches sewing and has students who can’t afford fabrics. She knows other students who can’t afford fabric who sew through the Fordham Street School classes.
G is off to Carlsbad to meet with a new client for his company. I’ve planned a simple dinner and will wait here working on a poem for Thursday. Maybe I’ll doodle too. Laughing.