Wednesday, 10/28/2020

Spent some time "arting", as an acquaintance's two year old daughter calls the art of collage.  'Turned on the old stereo and picked the next two albums in the order in which they had been unpacked years ago.  We  I (Shayna was too busy trying to rip her bed) listened to Peter Nero's "Summer of 42" and Henry Mancini's "Six Hours Past Sunset".

This was music from the 70s, so it was all very nostalgic.  My friends were listening to Grateful Dead and there was I - totally square and unhip, but quite happy to be so!  

I rejoined WW in an attempt to lose the Covid 15.  I had lost the weight I wanted to lose, but then being house bound and seemingly always hungry, and with Amazon, Peapod and Instacart, each just a click away, I fed my anxiety with yummy but unhealthy goodies.  Think Smartfood popcorn, Cape Cod chips and my total weakness, Good 'n Plenty.  Damn.  Between the popcorn kernels and the chewy licorice, I also had two dental issues.  

Friday 10/30/2020

First snow of 2020-2021 season!  Productive work day.  MHN requested kasha varnishkes, so made that for him and then decided to peel and cut up the mother of butternut squashes.  It was huge and was selected by the Instacart folks. While I was praying I would not chop off a finger (or worse), it took me nearly an hour to get that mother ready for the freezer.  We will eventually make butternut squash soup but MHN had an early rendezvous in the kitchen and made some split pea soup. So butternut is on the horizon.

Tried to nap later in the afternoon, but couldn't.  Decided to collage.  I find that I am pretty uptight with my work.  With collage, it doesn't have to be straight or make sense.  It is a stream of consciousness event for me.  Maybe that's wrong, but that's how I do it. It is blowing my mind that real people - like real artists - are beginning to follow me.  I think I also have too many "spaces" in my work.  I will improve in time. Or not.  Working in this medium is immensely satisfying to me and relaxes me.  I am not worried about the mess as my work table is covered with papers, ripped magazines and all kinds of ephemera.  

If you know me, you would know I am a neat freak, so I guess my laissez-faire attitude with regard to my arting area means that I am loosening up.  (Or not.)

Albums played this afternoon were Laura Nyro's "First Songs", Richard Marx's "Richard Marx" and Beatles "Rubber Soul".  The Beatles album was a gift from a high school BF.  (I was in high school; he was a bit older and working.)  He was my introduction to the art of innocent romance.  

Our first kiss...it was really the first kiss that mattered;  I was shy and looking down and he gently lifted my chin and gave me the softest kiss, like a feather across my lips.  I was hooked.  (Until I wasn't.)  "Our" song was "Never My Love".  Remember that one by the Association?  He used to call me Lovey.  (Isn't that what Thurston Howell the third used to call his wife?)    Mike passed away, suddenly, a little more than a year ago.  

Where does the time go?