No camera here to capture the small squirrel munching, it’s tail held high, scampering up the one telephone pole cut into the hedgerow, and enthusiastically waving its tail at wh ever frightened it.
The day before yesterday, I broke down and took a whole pain pill… in pieces throughout the day. So I was slow yesterday. I do know that I will heal better if I am not in agony, so I try to follow directions. I do not like being a veggie tho. Today I am ok, but my four pages of exercises sit here under the computer as I attempt to ignore them. Procrastination be me.
I love Blick…it’s the last remaining art supply store here, but tho they took a booth at Comic Con, it was too small to carry anything I needed. I should have brought a pad and pen here, or any form of pen and paper, instead I show myself as an artist who isn’t thinking as an artist. Silly me, I just didn’t want any one to steal anything. Artists: Bee called on her way to a conference to tell me that she finally got her art life condensed into a 30 second speech. Forty years of life in one sentence….good stuff.
Life is leg lifts, wonderful dinners brought in by Captain Poolie…thank you over and over. I grumble at my keyboard as it doen’t fit my fingers, And grumble about the onctinual error messages on OD. Losing weight because the food isn’t edible, cheering on G who has lost almost twice what I have at’s the best part of life here. New dressings today. Reading the magical Rosemary Kirstein’s Steerwoman series. Falling asleep to early. Laughing with friends, appreciating the cards, and knowing it’s ok today.