Well hello there reader(s), kinda a quick report today, as I’ve got to scoot soon to pay a visit to mom and pick up my loosely titled “Genesis” artwork I’ve been composing on a bulletin board with random photos from my trusty red iPhone. I hope to affix some found objects to the piece, not sure which ones yet, as I’m still collecting items from the alleys and streets around here. I think this is the fifth new piece of art I’ve created this year, so along with the stuff from 2003-2004, I should have a good display available for the art show in May.
The triptych will not be completed in time, so I’m wondering if I just go ahead and try and sell the New York Times panel on its own—though without the other two panels I am planning it might not make sense. Honestly though that NYT piece is pretty mind-bending in general, and I seriously doubt anyone will understand it (least of all me), so odds are back it will go to the attic anyways.
I slept again close to 11 hours last night. Michael, our sick patient, is still slumbering away upstairs. He should be fine if I leave him for a few hours today. He has plenty of food here, OJ and aspirin, cookies, oh everything someone who is sick needs. I’m planning to make him Old Fashioned Beef Stew for dinner, then I have the Zoom with Shawn and his sponsees at 7:00 p.m. Lily will need to be walked, not sure when, as it’s been raining all morning and it’s very wet outside. It appears to be lightening up outside, maybe the sun will peek through? We shall see.
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Well, best laid plans often go awry and all that. I took Michael’s temperature before noon and it was 100.4. Eek! I rushed to CVS and picked up Covid tests and Vitamin C and cough drops (plus four prescriptions for me!), and by the time I got home and took his temperature again it was 98. He has phlegm and a cough, but is convinced it’s just a bad cold and won’t take the Covid test. Men! To be safe, I am testing myself Wednesday to see if I have Covid (even though I feel fine). So with all this excitement, I never made it to mom’s place, and now I can’t go near her until I know where I stand. Honestly, I am leaning more to the conclusion that Michael has a cold, but jeepers, with all this stuff going around who knows?
Michael watches PBS when he is sick, so now NOVA is on, showing the exploration of black holes and other things of interest in outer space. Michael and Lily are snoring away, it’s just me listening to the TV and typing here. I’m tempted to listen to music on my headphones, I have trouble concentrating on my writing when the TV is blaring. I’m feeling this urge to go somewhere, anywhere, but there’s no place in particular that beckons me to visit. Plus maybe I’m exposed to Covid (?) but most likely not. Should I do a little online shopping, or am I just bored, bored, bored. YES.
I guess I could do some reading (Big Book anyone?), put away clothes, hang those new curtains in my bedroom, work on art, oh there are many things to do, yet here I sit. Blah. Is this the Risperdal impeding my efforts? Or have I become lazy? Who knows. Just strange days. OK, this is it for today’s entry. Time to occupy myself. Until tomorrow. See ya.
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