09.30.09

I'm going to be "off" for a few days, a week? No more. All my anxieties will resolve themselves tomorrow in a brand new hip, guaranteed to set off alarms in every airport I'll ever go through. Can you say "strip search" for life? But worth it not to be hurtin'
I'm still young enough to be buying green bananas.

09.29.09

Lesson #1: wait until the paint dries before trying to tilt it up to photograph it.
Lesson #2: Sigmund Freud is alive and well. I saw this bag as "interesting." Actually I should be breathing into it... I'm so anxious, I'm on the edge of hyperventilating.
It does look a little ephemeral... a melting paper bag.

09.28.09

Yay! Post #480.
This is a sweet little green skinned apple with a charming pink blush. Sounds like some oenologist waxing rhapsodic over a glass of red.
Next time someone puts me on speakerphone for a purportedly private conversation he is going to get reason to never do it again.

09.27.09

Next generation. My gr'daughter's rendition of art materials. I love that the purple marker is "done" in purple marker.

09.26.09

This is truly the end of the season. Pulled up "Little Alice" the tomato plant (she gave me 4 lovely, yellow, pear tomatoes. It was like eating one's young. Yum.
The weather is turning colder, although we might still have an Indian Summer (is that politically correct anymore... doubt it) heat wave.

09.24.05

A piece of Trader Joe's biscotti. Not bad, certainly easier than baking. Maybe less tempting, too.
Signed wills, won'ts, trusts, powers of attorney and health care proxies. They say it takes a village, well to get all your ducks in a row it takes a small forest to supply the paperwork.

09.24.09

I bought the gladiolus' at Trader Joe's. A little wilted but a lot cheap. And a pretty pink color. These flowers get a bad rep as a funeral flower. Actually they are tall, slender and graceful. Well, Im one for three as a flower metaphor.
I wish the "permanent" sharpie pen wouldnt smudge on the Yupo. Annoying as can be.

09.23.09

Same dear old dead sunflower. Cant stay away from it.
Went to "hip class" today. Oh my. I know they were trying to be reassuring, but my anxieties are really rolling along. Im good friends with 3am.

09.22.09

This is my seatbelt bag (seatbeltbag.com), a present from my daughter. Maybe that's the sign of reaching your own (generous) adulthood... you give presents for no particular reason. The best kind... beats the hell out of the Hallmark holiday observance.
And it's so safe... buckle up.

09.21.09

Fall starts sometime today. Good, I think. That much closer to spring. I should stay in the moment.
This is lunch. California roll with Masago. I had to ask... it's flying fish roe (the orange dot things). Yummy, but how do you catch a flying fish? net? line? And how do you know they are female?
Too much... who cares... tastes good.

09.20.09

Happy First Anniversary A&G! This isnt paper, but it's on paper. Actually on Yupo, a form of paper. New Age paper. Probably never dissolves into the landfill. Permanent paper... sounds better than the drawing equivalent of the plastic bag.
The same sunflower, drooping and dying, but looking more and more interesting in its decline.

09.19.09

Erev Happy Anniversary to youse.
Only thirty more posts to my goal of incorporating fey and poetic titles.
Back to blueberries, but these have a bit of a circus feel. Happy blueberries.

09.18.09

A date, can you tell? Yummy in any event. I have to take iron for a while. Maybe these will forestall the inevitable constipation. Way too much information. Sorry.

09.17.09

This is a bagel, but it looks more like a baked apple. Honestly, I prefer the baked apple.
Picked up some baked apple slices (what serendipity!) at the grocery, mixed with a few raisins and nuts and threw over some plain Greek yogurt. Heavenly lunch. Try it.

09.16.09

I kind of promised myself that I wouldnt do "throwaway" drawings, just to get it done. And here we are!
Im so tired. This is my folding wheelie laundry cart. Excellent toy. Did all the linens and towels this am and then gave (my own) blood. Very slow drip, drip, drip. Probably would have been better off hydrating like crazy instead of the wash. Whatever.

09.15.09

Ah! The Ides of September.
It's certainly been pointed out to me that I paint/draw A LOT of produce and flowers. Here's a fragment of a park bench on the Esplanade. I was going to "do" a homeless guy sleeping on a bench, but I forgot my pen and had to walk back and get one. Cant be a Lazy Susan. The homeless guy had moved on, but whomsoever occupied this bench before me left two books about talking with God. Passive/aggressive prostelatizing? Yes, I think so.

09.14.09

Away for a couple of days. And I wont feel guilty about not posting. It's an "almost daily drawing" blog.
The big guy brought these home on Friday, put them in a vase and we left Saturday early. Came home yesterday to the most marvelous, spicy aroma in the apartment. I hope that job in Bedford doesnt end anytime soon ( source of many flowers).
Back to work... gotta read over the latest and greatest iteration of the will. No point in sticking your head in the sand. And some things will change. I'm tired of taking crap from people all my life, and I'm not going to do it any longer. So there.

09.11.09

This would be something like "Inevitable Decline."
Speaking of which... I think I missed the Celebrex capsule yesterday. Wow! I didnt think it did much, but boy was I hurting, all day. I guess it does work, tamps down some of the discomfort... doctor-speak for screaming pain.
Pre-op appointment this afternoon. No pain would be a nice result. It's really wearing.

09.10.09

The butt end of that sunflower. I kinda like it.
Got that anticipatory tummy-ache this morning. Like clockwork. Num

09.09.09

Even if I was giving these things poetic names, I'd still call this "09.09.09"
A frustrating afternoon trying to download medical stuff onto a site. Cripes! They not only dont make it easy, they make it frustrating. And I'm supposed to understand the "JavaScript" problem? Who's kidding whom here?

09.08.09

Can you tell I've been to the farmer's market? A single stalk of sunflower, displayed artily (that's not a word). Big bang for three bucks.
Im certainly liking the gouache inasmuch as it's much more robust than watercolor. The turd-like quality of the dried stuff on the palette I could live without. Unfortunately DickBlick doesnt have the sealed palette which would keep everything moist. They have it in the catalogue, but I refuse, on principle, to pay for shipping. And I certainly dont have $200 to order to get free shipping. So be it.

09.07.09

I think Im beginning to enjoy these non-linear postings almost as much as the paintings/ drawings.
This is a "Paula Red" apple, via last week's farmer's market foray. Tart and delish. I remember when there were a lot more apple varieties available. My Gram like baking with Rhode Island Greenings (I think that's the name). Sort of a precursor to Granny Smith's.
Went swimming today, and it took all my will power to get there. I SO didnt want to go. Busy, busy, busy. Labor Day plus the arrivistes from Mt Auburn, where they are doing an annual pool cleaning.
There was this porky Korean kid (boy) in the women's locker room with his hovering grandmother. I asked him how old he was... 7!!... and then asked him if he didnt think he was too old to be in the ladies locker room? Well, isnt he? Is he training to be a pervert?

09.06.09

Well, this is #460. Coming along, day by day.
This is (if you cant guess) a modest medley of yellow veg. Two more (the last of the bunch, so far) of Little Alice's progeny and sliced yellow beets that were keeping company in the fridge a wee bit too close to their red cousins.
One upside of going to funerals, aside from the fact that YOU are not the guest of honor... you get to vet the clergymen. I thought today's sample was horrid. Dull, boring, non-inflective in his speech and way too obvious that he didnt have a clue about the deceased. Talk about no heavy lifting. This guy didnt even modulate his voice. And he gets paid. If I were the object of his sermon (?) I'd rise up from the coffin and slap him silly. Then again, if I were the deceased, he wouldnt have been there.

09.05.09

Okay! Here's the first ripe progeny of Little Alice. Barely an inch high, and fleetingly delicious. Oh, God! I've eaten my young, adopted though they (it) may be.
Maria is right, a second gouache palette is entirely necessary. I've quite forgotten how much I, too, hate those little dried gouache turds rolling around in the palette. Maybe it will all be more enjoyable if it remains moist. This is sounding more and more like a gastrointestinal treatise on the excremental qualities of gouache paint. Maybe I should use it to paint little poo-poos. In gouache, of course.
On another note, the big guy and I washed, polished and clothed (in a lovely new cover) my boat. Put it away for the winter, which came orthopedically early this year. He claimed that I take better care of the boat then him. Not entirely true, though I cant say I remember polishing him.

09.04.09

The "word of the day" is gadabout. Here are five Cheerios gaddingabout.
Well, another person I know, in my age group died. I've said it before, but it's true... we all have an expiration date, we just don't know what it is.

09.03.09

My friend, MPB, said that there is no guilt in buying art materials. THANK YOU!
I went to DickBlick (hysterical name) and picked up some gouache (which I pretty much hate by association with a color class in art school) to fill in my (new) gouache palette. And a white china marker... the drawing equivalent of dancing in the dark. And a couple new sharpies; cant have too many.
This, by the way, is a leftover peanut from Fenway in china marker and gouache. Bet ya couldnt guess.

09.02.09

Little Alice, the pet tomato plant, is still growing, even producing embryonic teeny pear tomatoes but nothing has ripened. She sure isnt going to rival this beauty from yesterdays farmer's market. I'm just hoping that I'll get one yellow, ripe tomato out of her before I have to call it a season and empty the planters.
Killing time until I can get over to the pool... it gets busy at lunch time. Too bad I get practically comatose in the afternoon. Probably a function of waking up every single morning at 2am. It's getting to be habitual which makes it somehow worse.

09.01.09

Walked down to the Farmer's Market in Copley Square. Since when are home-made necklaces and earrings something you buy in the farmer's market? And aside from a plethora of veggies (Im going to have to cook!) I bought some lamb chops; I, who doesnt shop at the local Shaw's bought MEAT from a cooler in the farmer's market. Well, if I'm still posting in a couple of days, I survived the potentially sketchy lamb.