Daily Reflection

 So good morning, dear reader(s), I’m feeling extremely well this morning after almost 11(!) hours sleep last night. I slept in my clothes again, after falling asleep during the AA Meditation meeting. Whoops. Yes, it’s definitely time to cut back the Simply Sleep to 1/4 a pill as Dr. Levy suggests. I must say though that I am somewhat greedy about my sleep, I do so like these long sleeping sessions. I did though have a strange dream about airplanes, a high school boyfriend from the poor part of town, the downtown Columbus skyline, and other drone views. It was strange and I was anxious I recall, so I’m glad I’m awake now, with my morning meds in my belly.

The AA Daily Reflection for today calls for ceasing to struggle and exerting our will. “It is not my will, but His, that needs doing.” I do so hope mom can grasp this important concept here in this final chapter of her life. I’m not sure she will be able to, and I have to be at peace with that, instead doing my work to Let Go and Let God (as I understand Him). I’ve learned from all my AA Zooms since 2020 that we need to revisit this important concept daily—it is not something you do once and then never again. I need to turn things over again and again, as I’m always trying to take my will back, I’m stubborn about that. And that only leads to resentments and discontent. I’m learning though, I just know it, and I’m happy about that.

Oh, I think I hear the trash man, yup, here he is, in the familiar yellow truck. Should have gotten the last of the moldy art out to our bin, but nope, I haven’t accomplished that yet. I did though locate that seminal mosaic piece I did in 1997, “U.S. Mind Control MASSIVE,” upstairs in our overflowing attic. It was in fairly good shape, and I think I’m going to try and sell it at the art show in May. I’m hesitant to part with it, as it is so central to a lot of my work, but I think it belongs in someone else’s hands, whose I don’t know yet. I have another mosaic from ‘97 to also sell, a pink pineapple, and that’s it from that period. I’m remembering I did a cross, plus something with glass Coke bottles that the buyer broke when it fell off her mantle. Oh well, that’s how the cookie crumbles.

I am though wondering if all my art is indeed “therapy” (grrrrrr) or something more substantial? I guess I’ll never know, I’ll keep doing what I do, offering it up on the cheap once a year at the community Trash and Treasures Day Sale, and taking delight at talking with whomever comes to see my work. I know I should probably get out and see what other local artists are doing, but I’m hesitant to have my work influenced too much by others (except my favorites, like Jasper, Finster, Elijah, Hawkins, etc.). Perhaps it’s time for a deep dive into my meaty American Art book, or better yet search Amazon and Target for clothes that keep me looking like Hopper’s women. Oh, it’s all fun, life is good, today I feel free like I’m a New Hampshire resident (winkedy, wink).

Oh and great news to report, I learned my beloved Blue Jackets came back to beat the Capitals 7-6 in OT last night! Sure, we are in the basement, but wouldn’t you know our scrappy little team fought til the end to take home the win. I’m so proud of our boys, they return home victorious, and isn’t that wonderful. Funny, I always seem to sleep through all the great games this season, but there is always YouTube for the game highlights. The team remains last in the NHL standings, but it’s always great to see a win. Congrats, boys!

OK, time to call mom, then Zoom with the pool ladies. Mom had her 10th tooth extraction yesterday, poor woman, she’s been through a lot with her teeth. Fingers crossed I don’t have to go that route, Dan the Dentist assured me I would have a much better time in my older years. Aging…let me enjoy middle(ish) age for a bit longer. Have a great day, all.