Thursday, February 21, 2019
Strange Dream
10:09am

I was heading into work. I wondered why my car was headed in that direction. Afterall, I no longer worked there. No one does in fact. But robotically, I went there, and found the door open. I also realized I was only in my bra and slip. (What a good fitting bra!) But I felt so exposed! I told someone there I had a blouse there I could put on, and could they get it for me? While I waited, I looked around. The place looked greatly different, it was now a huge room with rows of sewing machines. But I didn't want to be there and quickly felt overwhelmed and left.

I think I left with just the little towel over my shoulders that I came in with.

When I told Julia of this dream, she said, "You naturally feel some embarrassment." Yes, I didn't realize I did. It could have been worse. I could have been naked. That would be humiliation beyond words. I think of the self portrait Alice Neel did that I saw in the recent Artist's magazine:

https://npg.si.edu/object/npg_NPG.85.19

There she is, completely naked, rather resembling me! Yet her self portrait is bit reassuring, I'm not alone, for that's what size, age and gravity do. Did she do that with the thought of reassuring all "full figured" ladies of our normalcy?

Who knows?

Meanwhile, I try to make the best of my retired days.

Sunday, February 24, 2019
Freehand Drawing
5:52pm

So here I am, after a news segment about Louis Armstrong, and his very documented life. He said he still felt he was learning. If I wait for "the perfect day, the perfect mood, receptivity, etc," I will be waiting until my Ba and Ka (soul) depart this flesh frame.

Quoting from https://www.pbs.org/newshour/show/louis-armstrong-archive-brings-musicians-influence-into-the-modern-era.

Megan Thompson:
Here Armstrong is giving advice to a fan backstage.

Louis Armstrong:
So it's best that you don't rush yourĖ your musical ability, you know?

Fan:
Yeah.

Louis Armstrong:
It took me 37 years to almost learn how to play the trumpet. And you never learn it completely.

Who knows how many years I have to (almost) "almost learn how" to draw?


The last of the Valentine's flower, and our three favorite teapots...


One of my favorite pendants, held out as I was wearing it.

Monday, February 25, 2019
Favorite Tea Cup
5:03pm


Oolong, pouchong, green and white
Each swallow a delight...

The paper is thin, thus we see some bleed through. (I did lighten some of the bleed through.) The words that peek through are a quote from a book I'm reading, "Tuesdays with Morrie". I particularily relate to this:

ďThe truth is, part of me is every age. Iím a three-year-old, Iím a five-year-old, Iím a thirty-seven-year-old, Iím a fifty-year-old. Iíve been through all of them, and I know what itís like. I delight in being a child when itís appropriate to be a child. I delight in being a wise old man when itís appropriate to be a wise old man. Think of all I can be! I am every age, up to my own.Ē (Morrie Schwartz, as quoted by Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie, (Doubleday, 1997), pages 120-121)


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