My November Day Twenty Eight
There was a vision in my head before I started out on my little artistic adventure involving a grinning cat, but the result is not what I expected.
It never is.
I’m happy with the concept and I like the colours, but this had to sit on my easel for several days before it grew on me enough to share.
I suppose you can’t be madly in love with everything you do.
“I meant,” said Ipslore bitterly, “what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?”
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.”
― Terry Pratchett, Sourcery
My November Day 14
Never let it be said that I won’t attempt the damnedest things. My oldest granddaughter asked me for this, although it was awhile ago and she may have forgotten. I hope she recognizes him. I gave it my best shot.
One thing you can say for sure about this kind of art is that it would be hard to duplicate. Impossible to do the same thing twice.
I love these colours, how the green compliments the deep purple, the layers and the depth and all the weird things you can see if you stare at it long enough. There was no plan. The process is much like my writing. Start somewhere and off you go and who knows where it might all end up.
My gawd I just described my life.
Hope you are having a perfectly delightful Saturday!
Twenty days of blog neglect must mean I have at least half that many lame excuses for it, so yes, that’s what comes next.
But first, this is a drawing requested by my 14-year-old grandson of some random YouTube guy. Two of my granddaughters knew right away who he was supposed to be and even told me his name. However, as talented at portraiture as this grandma might be, remembering names is not her strong point. So call him whatever you want. I don’t think his teeth are that weird in real life.
Here’s what’s going on in my life, in random order of importance
- After many scaredy cat delaying tactics I finally got up the nerve to sit down and figure out how to take a blood sugar reading. The first few stabs at it were incredibly frustrating but now I’m poking my finger tips with sharp things three times a day like a pro. So come on, how hard was that? You think you can’t do something and then you find out you’re not such a wimp after all.
- Results of my mammogram were normal. Can you imagine being the person who spends her day flopping boobs on to glass plates and squishing them in different directions? Don’t ever complain about your job again.
- Bone density test was also normal. So now I feel I can blame a large percentage of my weight problem on seriously dense bones. Those things are heavy, man.
- The radiologist who looked at my abdominal ultrasound noticed some sort of mass on or above my uterus and has advised a pelvic ultrasound to investigate further. This of course scares the hell out of me, but what can you do except make the appointment and show up for it, right?
- I spent a day at the Hip and Knee clinic with W learning all about his upcoming hip replacement surgery, scheduled for November 3rd. He will be in hospital for three or four days, and unable to drive for six weeks. So basically, totally at my mercy.
- The hand rail for our basement steps has been missing since we removed it when we moved in to this house, so we could get furniture down the stairs more easily. For over thirty years I have been suggesting that we should put that thing back up before one of us falls head first into the rec room. A cute little nurse at the clinic insisted that there must be a hand rail or W would have to refrain from using the stairs after his surgery. The tv is down there. The handrail is now up.
- Next week I go to the Multidisciplinary Care Clinic in the Primary Care Network building to learn how to cope on a day-to-day basis with my medical condition. Now we just have to decide what exactly my medical condition is.
- If you know me even slightly you will know how much I dislike schedules and regimes and rules and itineraries. I prefer to be an undisciplined brat. However, I am now keeping a log of my blood sugar readings, blood pressure when I remember to take it, and every single thing I eat and drink every day. I hope I am burning a lot of calories writing all this shit down. This record is a requirement for my appointment. They even make you write it all down in pen, I suppose in case you are tempted to make untruthful revisions. As if I would do that. With my erasable ink pen….
- Almost every day I go for a walk. Some days I feel like I could go forever, and other days just putting my socks and running shoes on wears me out. I find having a purpose and a destination works better than wandering aimlessly about the neighborhood. The mall is my favourite destination. Buying random things like a ridiculously long shoe horn from the dollar store for W because he won’t be able to bend over after surgery seemed like an admirable purpose. I’m sure I can think up many more like that one.
- My middle granddaughter is always looking for paper to draw on, so when I was visiting them I gave her my big partly used white paper sketch book. Within minutes she had drawn a head with a beautiful face and glorious blue hair. It’s possible she’s filled the entire book by now. Anyway, I need a new one and can’t possibly do any proper sketching until I get one. What my excuse is for neglecting all my other art is a mystery.
And that’s it! A not so brief summary of my October so far. We had Thanksgiving dinner in there somewhere. It caused my highest blood sugar reading to date. I blame the sweet potatoes. Better them than me.
Sketch of a little dog I never met.
My life lately has been one big series of breaks. I’m running out of reasons (excuses) to take them. Maybe I’m just resting up for non stop November blogging from hell. (That’s not exactly what it’s called, but close.)
A couple of weeks ago I flew/drove/crossed a river by boat to spend several days on our little island in gorgeous fall weather. My sister and brother-in-law drove from the other direction and all of us helped W close up camp for the winter. It’s a two-day drive for both of us to get home. And then straight away I drove 5 hours north to spend some time with 4 of my grandchildren. Not sure how useful I’m being, but I’m here for a couple more days. Number one grandson turns 14 tomorrow.
W is busy at home preparing himself with appointments and paperwork for his hip replacement surgery. We are hoping it will be scheduled for early next month if not sooner. I will be his chief post surgery care giver. How scary is that? Not for me, for him. I’ve got my own scary stuff going on with two ultrasounds and a mammogram booked for next Friday. October is health month at our house. Flu shots are coming up too.
For the next three months I’m on a diabetic medication because blood work revealed that my blood sugar levels are all out of whack. I hardly ever eat sugary things, but I guess sitting on my retired ass for a year has messed up my metabolism or something. There’s always something. So yeah. Working on that.
So that’s my missing-in-action excuse list for now. The sketch is from a photo. I will get back to working in my “art studio” soon, and back to reading your blogs. I miss those things.
I have all the paraphernalia at home to check my blood sugar levels. It involves sharp things and a bio-hazardous waste receptacle, so when I work up the nerve to start using all that, I will share the experience with you. Self inflicted pain coming up. Woohoo.
Have an awesome October weekend!
Since a lot of my pictures don’t have any real focal point, I tried to create one here. It’s a bridge over a muddy stream in case you missed it.
My home decor has about ten thousand focal points in every room too. I have inner calm amidst outer chaos.
Although I did get annoyed with the ink in this one, because even though I sprayed it with fixative it continued to seep up to the top of whatever I layered over it. Bad ink. Doing what ink does.
Here’s another thing I learned. A really expensive facial cleanser I don’t like works well to remove dried on gel medium from my hands. Now I don’t have to throw it out and feel all guilty about it. Or scrub my hands like I’m trying to remove my fingerprints.
This was a three-day long labour intensive project because I had a vision and a goal. Sometimes I think things turn out better when I don’t have either one of those things.