Onward!

 Well good morning, dear reader(s), it is a gorgeous sunny morning, though a very chilly one with temperatures in the teens. I have a very busy day, meeting with AA sponsor Shawn at 10:30 a.m. at Starbucks; run down to Dr. Sears’ clinic to get more pain meds for Legs; then back home to pack for my staycation in Dublin. I’ll be bringing my iPad in addition to my clothes and new black faux fur hat—Arlene has invited me to a Zoom of the Single Payer Action Network (SPAN), which I will try my best to attend Saturday morning at 9:00 a.m. I wrote a little introduction of myself for the group, which I hope sounds OK. I’m still feeling my way around things, and whether I can make a small contribution to health care reform efforts in the state. 

I saw Fetter yesterday, taking ripped up flag “Cassandra Calling” to his office. I had it wrapped up in a white trash bag, and as I looked at it in the waiting room, I saw that the back of the piece was covered in mold—once in Fetter’s office, he did a quick search of black mold on his iPhone and sure enough, it looks like black mold is now affixed to my work. We discussed possible ways for me to treat it (buy pricey chemicals or paint from the hardware store), but after giving it thought on my drive home, I just decided to chuck the whole thing in the trash. (Even though Fetter said the 2004 piece was worthy to be shown in a gallery.) I was so, so tempted to pitch it in Thurn’s green trash dumpster in their parking lot when I stopped there to get Michael’s bacon and cheese for the weekend, but just instead put the bag in our city trash can (Phil Kientz has been given enough pieces). Let’s be honest, the only thing that could save the work is probably professional restoration, and you know I don’t have enough pennies for that.

Dear mom, she’s at the dentist this morning, getting work done on her 9th implant. Poor thing, I’m thinking of her and will check in before I depart for Dublin when friend Kristin picks me up at 2:30. Mom’s such a trooper, giving out haikus to all her doctors, it’s true we shall not know a good deal of people who come to her funeral. Wonder where we shall have the service…Schoedinger’s on State Street, like we did for Dad? That would work for me. I’ll have to ask mom what she thinks. I’d like to write a poem for the service (if I can keep myself together enough to read it).

And dear, sweet Sir Little Legs, he continues to hold in there, though I know now I most likely will not be leaving the Columbus area until he passes. There is a possibility I might be able to go up to Kelley’s Island with Shawn and other AA sponsees for Memorial Day weekend, but it will all now depend upon Leg’s situation and whether I feel comfortable leaving him. For now, he’s ok (at least what can be expected for a 13 year old Basset) so we shall continue to take it day by day. OK that’s it for today. Anyone who’s interested in a little dumpster diving and has some cash, there’s an intriguing art piece in a can in some random alley in Columbus. I don’t think the City has picked it up yet—or maybe they did. Oh well.