a full time artist, stepmother, radio personality, and mom to an energetic Chug dog tries to get through the days without committing a felonious act. My life is a rickety Zen circus.
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a full time artist, stepmother, radio personality, and mom to an energetic Chug dog, tries to get through the days without committing a felonious act. My life is a rickety Zen circus.
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Monday, February 13, 2012
an incredible show at Szozda....Phil Parsons. He is an incredible human, and his work....oy....his work just brings me to tears. there's one painting in particular that just tells my heart to grab the credit card. *sigh* but it would not be possible to sneak $1K through. so, i visit it. am still trying to get my stamina back. by noon, I'm useless, and by 2pm, i better be near a pillow. the 2 hours in between that are spent trying to push through, but usually drooling and slurring and otherwise in an exhausted state. my fibro has been really screaming the past 2 days.
BUT...the sun has been on full force today. after snow yesterday, an apology came from the sky, and diva and i walked even slower through the woods this morning. she has a vet appointment tomorrow, so i'm pre-apologizing to her with plenty of snuggles and hugs. hopefully she'll remember them tomorrow when they torture her. this has gone from a simple pedicure to a full exam, once i spotted a huge sore behind her ear. she is also licking her front leg like a junkie scratches their track marks. (at least so i see on TV). so Dr. Ewa will fix her. love this vet.
we are both acting like old ladies today, so it's nice to have company.
i actually have 3 paintings started...1 might be finished, i'm not sure. and i finished some Tiffany-style heart necklaces to take to the gallery, and put on my website, so i've been somewhat productive. i just need to get my daily rhythm back.
no more owl sightings, although i did almost have a mourning dove crash into the side of my head this morning. they just don't seem that brilliant of a bird. and they don't look air-worthy, but there they fly anyway. that whistling noise is actually from the way their wing feathers are constructed, not a noise they make intentionally in their throats. in case that tidbit comes up at a cocktail party, now you're prepared, smartypants.
PSD went back to school today and i miss her. she came to the show opening with me, and it was good company.
ok - no more fight left - time to nap....maybe more later.....
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