So, this is a “new” blog connected to the “old” blog. This one is under my own name, though, on my site. Feels more organized already.
Something in my fridge smells like death, and I wish I could napalm my entire backyard and start over. Boy, it is great to be on vacation and be able to actually do something about these things! Spent the past two gloriously beautiful days outside cutting, raking, and bagging yard mess. And have about thirty more days of work ahead. I went to bed last night almost crying at my jelly legs, knowing they are plotting their revenge. That is the funny thing about RA -- overuse doesn’t always hurt when it is happening -- it could be a couple days later that BAM the rioting body parts have had time to coordinate an effective assault. Insert expletive here.
Today is cooler, though, and I think some indoor maintenance is taking preference with a little art time tonight. I have been doodling out a new idea (again) and am not sure if it needs to be just painted, a soft sculptural thingy, a mixed media collage, or a fabric collage. Hmmmm. Seems like a lot of play is in order. AFTER I chase Toby with a urine stick and clean out the fridge. And do laundry, And floors. And. and.and. Why, I ask, did I not marry rich??? Oh yeah. All the guys I met back then when I was of the marrying age were not into art, and that is what I was all about. And still am. Now I remember. At least now I can have three rooms in my little house dedicated to art and no one can tell me to put it away. Except the cats, who feel compelled to move things around as they see fit. I don’t mind that a bit, though.
Lots of changes ahead artistically, teaching-wise, and beyond. Time to give the blog a new twist, too. Cheers!