Friday Night
There is not much so curative
as a visit from a compatible friend.
Easy conversations, 'food' swapping:
my wheat for his lemonade,
His wittiness for my laughter, my variety of concoctions
for his willingness to make use of them.
His wittiness for my laughter, my variety of concoctions
for his willingness to make use of them.
Lots of classical music, talk of the classics, and truths;
we read Barbara's poem "Three Laments".
Teas: two 'sleepytime' + two 'breathe easy',
sweetened by Stevia and steeped.
Sharing 'the unbearable lightness of being'
without ever calling it that.
We watched
"Shine"
(see links)
~*~
Saturday
Made these Berry wine cordials by soaking wine with berries and spice for months, drained and bottled it for gifts today. I can not drink alcohol.
Doodled
"Twisted Rainbow"
However
My chronic condition was super bad today and no comfort for the left leg either so I took a walk with my cane. Totally unstable and no ability to stand still in drizzley rain but I like the shot anyhow.
~*~
Saturday
Made these Berry wine cordials by soaking wine with berries and spice for months, drained and bottled it for gifts today. I can not drink alcohol.
"Twisted Rainbow"
My chronic condition was super bad today and no comfort for the left leg either so I took a walk with my cane. Totally unstable and no ability to stand still in drizzley rain but I like the shot anyhow.
So it goes
~*~
Sunday
Aside from short sleeps, my Rx for CC, and a hot compress for the leg, music, a bit of broth and toast, nothing much. The old lady is still sick; so much so, I fear to alienate friends who call to say 'How are you', being tempted to say 'fine' . Of course I ask how they are and perhaps I'm told. I'm not even up for company if any were available. One fairly close by friend has offered. I don't want to chat on the phone. Everything takes twice as much energy as one thinks it might. Careful, 'You are quite grumpy' my inner therapist says. This is my fifteenth or so wake up from the aching let to heat the compress again and down another glass of "CALM". I meant to post this at 10PM yesterday but it's already Monday morning. I 'want' to think this too will pass, and since everything does it will, but I don't believe it will be a return to well woman old age. 'It's the illness talking' my therapist says, 'don't listen'. The rash has just flared up again all over my face too. Poor me. Such darkness! I'm going to mine some old photos for light:
3.26 2010
Skylight
beautiful blue sky in the old Dharma Mittra yoga studio
3.26 2011
~*~
Sunday
Aside from short sleeps, my Rx for CC, and a hot compress for the leg, music, a bit of broth and toast, nothing much. The old lady is still sick; so much so, I fear to alienate friends who call to say 'How are you', being tempted to say 'fine' . Of course I ask how they are and perhaps I'm told. I'm not even up for company if any were available. One fairly close by friend has offered. I don't want to chat on the phone. Everything takes twice as much energy as one thinks it might. Careful, 'You are quite grumpy' my inner therapist says. This is my fifteenth or so wake up from the aching let to heat the compress again and down another glass of "CALM". I meant to post this at 10PM yesterday but it's already Monday morning. I 'want' to think this too will pass, and since everything does it will, but I don't believe it will be a return to well woman old age. 'It's the illness talking' my therapist says, 'don't listen'. The rash has just flared up again all over my face too. Poor me. Such darkness! I'm going to mine some old photos for light:
3.26 2010
Skylight
beautiful blue sky in the old Dharma Mittra yoga studio
Daffodils
found feathers, wooden carved chickadee and cardinal with the stone owl in the alcove by the alley window
3.26.2012
Forsythia
in Westfield Massachusetts with dear old friends Jenny and Richard
3.26 2013
Cloth Work
with light on my work table when I was still sewing
3.26.2014
Ceramic dove
that holds my mailbox key, backed by Jude Hills gift of a stitch sampler when she was leading 'The Magic Feather project.
3.26.2015
Stone Buddha
Given to me by Jude's brother, Nemo, and holding a $100 bill to remind me of the transitory nature of things, backed by a street found seascape I eventually gave to my Superintendent because he said it reminded him of his home in the Dominican Republic.
Lastly
This Happy Song,
the words of which are all true, and which I also posted at face book.
Links
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shine_(film)
clip
http://www.imdb.com/videoplayer/vi630325529?ref_=tt_pv_vi_aiv_1
clip
http://www.imdb.com/videoplayer/vi630325529?ref_=tt_pv_vi_aiv_1
~*~
Monday Morning
Tuesday Art Opening
Gramercy Neighborhood Association Invitational
National Arts Club
(30 second video just to hear the noise)
Eighty Four Artists
On Exhibition and For Sale
Modern Art Collection
(three selects)
Will Barnet
"Polly, Minou and Eon"
1979
'Untitled'
1987 and 1988
Untitled Subway Series fragment
1984
Arts Club's Eternal Presences
Teddy
Spontaneous Dialogue
with two young Masons on a cigarette break outside
"I'm seventy two and I can lean",
I said, while leaning on the bannister.
Wednesday
An Apple Brown Betty
ready for the oven
Thursday
-Weekly Horoscope by R. Bresney-
Don't scrimp or apologize. Clear the way for the future."
Friday
Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for a living,
Saturday
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
Foot Note
I Think We're All Bozos on This Bus is the fourth comedy recording made by The Firesign Theatre for Columbia Records. It was released in 1971 and is the last of a tetrology, comprising their first four albums.
http://youtu.be/lmWFrMq3qNY