So yesterday turned out to be a very interesting day, what with going to mom’s with Michael to meet niece Alexa—she showed me how to French braid Michael’s hair, which is getting very long indeed. I showed everyone the two artworks I am currently working on, and made note of young Parker’s comment that my found McDonald’s French fries container should be replaced with a wrapper from Wendy’s. Ah, what children can spy these days…I continue to be amazed by my grand niece (who reminds me a lot of myself at her age. Keep an eye on that one!)
Then Michael and I came home, I prepared some tacos and Rosarita’s refried beans, and we settled in to watch the beloved Blue Jackets win against Detroit! The game of course included a hat trick from Patty Cake Laine, which was a beautiful thing to see. What I most enjoyed was seeing Elvis our goaltender interviewed after the game, for he always tells it like it is—the team is struggling mightily this year, but still managed to get last night’s win. Preach on Elvis, we are with you!
It looks to be blue skies today in Columbus, though winter’s chill is here. I plan to bundle the hounds and myself up most likely this afternoon for their walk (I’ll let Michael take the morning shift). I think I’ll make avocado toast with poached eggs for brunch, followed by a Sunday roast for dinner. I’m feeling much more in sync with the NYT recipes now, which is good as I had such trouble with them last year. Speaking of New York, the Jackets take on the Rangers tomorrow night and we are going to the game. I have a good feeling about our chances, given that Captain Boone Jenner is back in the line-up. I’ll have my eye on several players (not saying who!) and I am curious if young Sillinger is out of the dog house and allowed to play? We shall see!
Hmmm….it looks like Phil Kientz has repaired one of the windows on his father’s place? Second story, I have a good view of it. If only that house could talk! What stories it must have. Some greedy buyer, they would raze it in a heartbeat, throw up some luxurious place for some wealthy manager of one of these mysterious corporations popping up in Columbus these days. I know Phil wants to sell, I just find that old house comforting to see. So few old, imperfect homes left in the Village. Aren’t they the most beautiful of all?
Had an interesting talk with mom yesterday about how I had, in the past, just given away the art work, drawings, and journals to people (or the Columbus Refuse Department) and what that was about…I’m a little intrigued that Colleen Duffy returned my self-portrait Manic Quilt, which I hope to show to the folks at Lindsay Gallery (if I get up the nerve!). Andi got some extremely important stuff, “Remain Calm All Is Well” and a piece with broken coffee mugs that is most intriguing (where is that now?). I’m chuckling because I really have no idea where most of my art is, who has it, is it at the dump, what’s in my attic and basement, etc. I do know “It’s The End Of The World (As We Know It But I Feel Fine)” is in the basement so that masterpiece (lol) is safe. I’m not sure whether I’m going to show that in May—no one seemed to get it when I displayed it years ago, and they probably won’t understand it now. Oh well.
Feeling good today, so off I go to my routine. Phone call to mom. Etcetera, etcetera. Have a great day, dear reader(s). Hat tip to you!
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