I love spring. The birds return, and hopefully the little duck family that visits every year will, too. The dogs can get out more, and I can get a little (much needed) exercise by trying to tame the yard. Mother Nature helped a lot this year, knocking down trees and whipping the tops off of dried bamboo shoots. Lots of stuff to cut up and move, which will be good. Bring on the warm temps and sunshine.
If only the feet and legs will calm down a bit so I can get to it. Past few weeks have been tough, culminating in a trip to Walmart last night in search of slippers that touch my feet the least so I can pad around the house at least in less misery. Due for Remicade next week, but don't think it is doing much. It is hard to know that "all" I have to do is take more prednisone and I'd feel better. For a while. But the weight gain, moving of fat deposits to new places on my body, and bone thinning are not "better" at all. What a choice. I am trying to just stick it out without upping the pred and it isn't easy. I hate you, RA, and can not see the silver lining. I just feel loss and limitation. Like a creeping tide, I feel like I am losing this battle. I just feel like I am not tough enough, or mentally flexible enough, for continued physical deterioration.
Toby, on the other hand, plugs along with great self satisfaction. Leaving an unpleasant trail wherever he goes, wagging his tail, happy to be alive. I don't know how he does it. I try to learn from him and adopt a carefree, moment to moment attitude, but get lost in thinking about the future. I don't think dogs think about the future. That must be the key! I should have been a dog.
Delving into the book from the current PEM exhibit of T.C. Cannon's gorgeous art. I love the variety of the work in the exhibit -- so real. Some art on canvas, some on scraps of paper, some mixed media on wood panels. Great collection. The paintings reflect so many art historical styles but are still original, and so strong in their content. I see traces of Van Gogh, Matisse, Rauchenberg, Native American art (of course) and traditional textile pieces woven together with the post-60's painting techniques. Really good stuff that makes me want to paint more! His art reveals the fun of color to me.
Just lovely. Cheers.