Artist as the Creator

I'm a sucker for two things: old stuff and gridded stuff.  I guess that's why quilting appeals to me so much.  Quilts seem orderly and organized...two traits that I struggle with.

Today I went to pick up the mail at the post office, and noticed a nifty grid.

 

Then when I came home, I did some work on a quilt I'm putting together that incorporates some very very old fabric that I found at an antique store in Sisters.  I'm hand quilting it.

These old pieces feel good in my hands.  Maybe because I'm imagining the long ago person who cut them and hand stitched them together.

The fabric is so soft, it makes me want to suck my thumb and snuzzle in it.  No...really!

 

And the pieces are wonky and spunky and oh-so-wonderful. 

  

Here's a painting my daughter Kelly made for me from a photo of us, taken when she was a little girl. 

 

"I've never believed in God, but I believe in Picasso."

A quote by Diego Rivera that pretty much sums up my view of things.

The Road Not Wanted

Okay.  So yesterday evening, Jim and I discovered a road that was none too pleasant to travel...the road to THE HOSPITAL.

First there was Jim's excruciating abdominal pain.
Then there was my dead battery when I needed to get him to the emergency room.
Then there was the drive in his car to the hospital.
Then, the ER's male nurse who had criminally blue eyes.
Then...the wait...the tests... the diagnosis (obstructed bowel due to a sigmoid volvulus)...the hospital admission...the late night procedure to un-obstruct the bowel.

Finally relief for him, and a restless night for me back at home.

Today, the first thing was to get someone to come rescue my dead battery so I could find the road ahead and get back to the hospital.  Thank goodness for STR Towing.

                   The walk to his hospital room seemed a mile long.   I was anxious to get back to him.

 

He was woozy, but feeling like he might want to live after all.

There were a lot of foreign objects on his table. 

And on the walls.

But now we're home again, grateful for the small pleasures in life...good poops and familiar objects.


NOTE TO SELF:  Don't take the small pleasures for granted.  You can't predict if/when a blockage might make them impossible.

No More Road Blocks (I hope)

So I'm launching this new blog. 

I'm hoping to create a blog that allows me to share the more eclectic (some say "scattered") aspects of myself.

So toward that end, this morning, I plugged my ears with my I-Pod shuffle, and headed off to the road ahead. 

 I realized that not all directional signs on the road are created equal.  Ugh! 

 And sometimes there are scary warning signs that advise you not to do something you didn't want to do in the first place.

But if you stay on the road long enough, chances are, you'll probably find the right way home.