The other morning I saw a young man wearing a black suit and tie with a white shirt, very crisp. He was driving a late model black Audi sedan down the alley, followed by a severe young woman driving a windowless, high topped black Mercedes van. This vehicle was also highly polished and perfect. I figured they were coming to take a neighbor for a final ride.
A wedding party is parading up the walk to the mansion at the arboretum as I sit at a shady picnic table with my snax. Everyone is wearing their best. Storybook clouds float against a blue sky and the air is cool. It's a popular place to get married as it is so beautiful and easy to customize your ceremony to what ever belief system you may observe. I mean, who does not like plants?
I have so many blessings. Besides the free wigs from the American Cancer Society, I could get other goodies, like help with the utilities ( they did contribute to my cut off notice) and counseling, meet up dinners and stuff. The salon type treatment rooms at the hospital are clubby enough, so I'm set with the level of community-everyone is so sweet, it's nice to know they are there if I need them. The radiation therapy killed my brain tumors but also accelerated osteoarthritis in my hips, so that they did hurt a great deal. I got a cortisone shot that helped, but I am a bit wobbly. Right now I'm good with it. I lost thirty pounds, but gained back ten. I'm still driving and have been going to a lot of art openings and I go picnic in the park at Cylburn Arboretum a few times a week. To breathe the flower scents and forest gasses, listen to the birds, enjoy the breezes and wander about the landscape is a form of therapy the Japanese call Shinrin-yoku. This freedom is so sweet. No more days filled with culture clashes at a loathsome and abusive cubicle. The pictures I have been posting are mostly filtered photos but some are my paintings. I have a couple of themed group shows coming up. I am trying to use more gouache paint for a thicker surface. The photo apps help me think through colour and composition. I just wish I had more energy, but hey-I have been napping a lot and not regretting it. Hubby put a TV in my room so I can watch nostalgic shows such as Perry Masonry and take snoozing lessons with old Homer the cat.
Most days, lying on the couch, I hear the traffic from the intersection at Roland and Deepdene. The whistle of the crossing cop, vegetable trucks and crowds of children. There are several schools in the immediate area. Lots of parents walk by with their children. They all sound the same, every mother admonishing or instructing. Every high pitched wheedle in reply were in same range. This morning with a back ground of songbirds, I was lulled to sleep.