Opportunity

Opportunity, 11 x 14 inches, acrylic on canvas, 2019

Art for breakfast works for me…. get up early, ye 5 AM, whenever cats want in or out, put on some coffee and head to the studio. It’s a good way to start the day. The art is a bit chaotic, mostly salvaged failed pours, the result of exploring various techniques with inadequate skills, then bumping rules to come back in and do whatever. Oh well… welcome to the flip side of Nancy.

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Bird in the Bush

What’s that saying… a bird in the bush is worth two in the hand?

No… it’s the other way around, something about one in the hand is better than two in the bush. Unless, of course, you look at it from the bird’s perspective.  I assume that birds value freedom and try to avoid captivity.

I spotted a red bird, a cardinal, land on a branch of this red leafed bush; then it blended right in. I tried to keep my eye on it as I quietly cracked open the screen door just wide enough to slide my phone out to snap this photo, but I must have startled it as I don’t see it there… do you see it anywhere?

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That sad spider plant is slowly making a come back… I tried my damnedest to kill it (not on purpose, Jai). It’s been accidentally knocked off stands by grandchildren, dumped out and everything; but, it is still hanging on.  M takes full credit for nursing it this far back to health, gleefully reporting on the slightest progress, but I think it likes hanging out in the fresh air within the security of a jute hanger.

My leg is slowly mending. It is easier to rise up from a seated position, but that knee is still weak and muscles above and below are tender, tight, and sore. I have to watch how I move it, every step is precarious.  I have a doc appointment later in the week so it will, eventually, be examined. Odds are that I will be referred to a specialist and/or signed up for physical therapy again.

It still blows my mind that the X-ray tech was the ONLY person at the ER who actually saw my knee or touched my leg. I was wearing jeans. I also realized something else… since no one else bothered to even look at my leg, that ER doc prescribed medications without examining the patient.

Two in hand, hand in hand, I’m thinking about that red bird.