I’m alive, astonishingly so. There’s little hope when you find yourself flattened on the frozen pavement by a collision-hungry semi going 90 mph. I can’t remember the last time I was knocked so hard on my tookus by a measly cold virus. I believe at one point, probably 3am when I’m struggling to breathe and cough up whatever is clinging to my chest like duct tape, I actually convinced myself that, compared to this struggle, labor would be easy cheesy. Today is day 8 and I’m certain I’m finally being peeled off the road though a cough still lingers. Poor baby probably wishes it wasn’t growing in the center of an earthquake zone. The good news is I finished the first two and a half books of the Evanovich series surrounding Stephanie Plum the bounty hunter. They don’t have much literary anything, but entertaining nonetheless.
Now onto more pleasant of musings…due to the reoccurrence of a dream last week I’m going to have to put off the trio of similar Yellowstone paintings. In my sleep I saw a collage of blues mixed with lines of this poem I have on my refrigerator. Not only is it a collage of paint and words, but also of foil and stationary. It’s not too terribly often I remember images from dreams but this one has stayed with me for several days. I was anxious to start after the first viewing but that dang cold bug won the battle. I also found it interesting because I haven’t ever incorporated anything onto my canvas other than paint.
So now I’m off…I hope I have enough blue paint. This one’s going to be big.
03/03/2009 at 7:01 pm Permalink
Glad you are feeling better. Good luck with your new project. It sounds interesting. Honor