My Sister Went On Vacation and All I Got Was a Dead Seal Picture
May 1, 2005
Lots of bloggers returning from vacations and writing about reentry and blogging. I think some of them may feel like this seal.
Go to Ever So Humble to read Amy's evocative post about how much to reveal of oneself in writing, particularly blogging. This is an issue that all writers struggle with, but none more so than the autobiographical writer, and I include most bloggers in that genre.
On the home front, we are having a gorgeous Sunday afternoon following a Friday and Saturday of cold, rain, and fog. It seems that May shook off April's showers and pulled out the sun for her first day. Saturday afternoon, Stan and I found ourselves home alone, with the fire going, and watched Pieces of April, which had me bawling like a baby at the end, and Shall We Dance, which I enjoyed 100 times more than I'd planned to. Neither us could remember a weekend afternoon when we were home alone and watching movies. The last time probably was, let's see, how old is The Princess? Right, 20 years ago. This empty nesting has its advantages!
I also have Finding Neverland, but I'll save that for later, for much as I'd like to pop it in right now, I have to go watch The Little One's softball game.
I spent most of yesterday and this afternoon finishing a journal for a collaborative round robin exchange that starts tomorrow. I invested a lot of time in this sucker and I just hope that this group of 14 artists keeps it together for 14 months and I get it back. I only know three of the participants, and only two of those personally, so I'm a little apprehensive about sending the baby out into the world. Right now my studio is in total disarray. The beads, ribbons, foil, acrylics, pens, brushes, watercolor background sheets, eyelets, hammer, needles and thread, and tons of books are cascading all over the tables and onto the floor. I'll worry about that tomorrow....
But OMG - I'm supposed to go TO WORK on Thursday! My ever-kind boss suggested I wait until the following Monday, and I may, but the thought of the paperwork involved and the process of hectoring the doctor's office manager to get it over to the disability insurer almost has me throwing in the towel and going back on Thursday....but not quite.
How is the knee, you ask? I have days, like today, where the pain is diminished down to a specific spot, but the tendons have to be stretched and restretched to walk without limping. And then I have days, like Thursday through Saturday where it hurts like hell and even Vicodan doesn't do anything.
But my new attitude is - don't worry, be happy! We'll all get through this, and that's what pain killers are for. After all, can you imagine my kids flipping out over having two parents lying in the bed going "my back/my knee" and no income?? Have no fear! Mother is here and ready to slay those phony injured car accident victims once again!