As I sit here in the perpetual twilight of my house that is a Northern California winter, clacking away on the laptop, I let out a deep, bronchial
Oh, yea. I feel pretty. And yes, I have a great RBF.
cough that seems to reach back 10 years. Oh, yea. Hurts so good… As the title suggests, this is about being sick. Kinda. Not really. It’s just a segue. But read on anyway.
I expect one cold a year, and this one is early. They normally show up around January or February, so whatever this is, it was in a hurry. Probably trying to run its rounds before the upcoming election. (Ha! Can’t get around that impending disaster about now. And I also can’t shake the feeling that we’re being played to, and that the actors cast for their particular roles are not very good.)
So back to me, because this is my blog.
Have you ever started a project, let it set for years, brought it out, put it back and let it molder for another few years, and repeated that cycle? Oh, you haven’t? Well, bless you! Because this project has loitered around my consciousness for close to a decade. Sometimes it’s in the forefront, where I believe I’ll actually bring it out to play, the other times, it sits dormant for years, and then I’ll see something that reminds me, Oh, yea. I need to work on that. In an effort to get the damned thing done, I’ve brought it out of its hiding place in the upstairs closet, put it next to the stove in the family room and waited for inspiration to strike. This ploy has worked a bit. I’ve brought out my paints and dabbled here and there.
Like my knitting and crocheting, I prefer to work on my projects in a linear fashion, i.e., one project at a time, and if I’m stuck on one particularly difficult task, everything gets backed up. So for close to 10 freakin’ years my painting groove has been backed up. Must not be a serious thing for me, because you’d think I’d move on. Honestly, I have sneaked in a painting or two since…actually several. They went to a good friend of mine, Miss Pamela Fein (images not available), and my mother, who usually gets any decent* painting of mine. Ok. You got me. I have been painting a little on the side, but I feel like this unfinished still life has been choking me and needs to be done. Now.
Hanging in my mother’s kitchen
Hanging in my Hawaiian-themed bathroom
Which brings me back to the sickness. I’m over the worst of it, I hope, because I’m starting to drain. I don’t feel like dancing a jig or going out to the costume tonight (damnit! My husband and I were going to dress up as Bob and Linda Belcher.), but I do feel like…painting. Being sick has forced me to stay indoors, where I would usually knit or crochet, but not today.
You may be asking yourself, Glenda, why are you telling us? I would initially shrug my shoulders and play ignorant, but in all honesty, I think I need a boost. What’s your long-running project that you finished? What was it that made you think, Ok. We’re done with having this hanging around, let’s finish it! Was it writing? Painting? Crafting? Woodworking? Tell me!! I want to hear your story.
See? We’re almost there. Kinda.