We’ve moved my dad’s stuff out of his apartment. He lives at a assisted living facility now.
Anyway, a big part of dealing with his possessions is going through thousands of photos. He’s been an avid amateur photographer for over sixty years, so there are a ton of prints, slides, and negatives to go through. The photos are not organized in any way, so for now, I’m going through albums and removing prints and putting them in photo storage boxes. I am throwing some (but not nearly enough) away. I hope to digitize some of them, and many are already digitized. Someday, someone will have the job of getting rid of them after I go to that photo booth in the great beyond.
It is enjoyable to look through these images. There are many of me, Mom, and Dad. I’m coming to appreciate how striking my mother was when she was in her 30s and 40s. She was photogenic and had a good fashion sense. I’m certain I inheretidd my magnetic stage presence from her. I’m also reminded that my mother was a brave woman. I think I got that trait from here as well.
Mom and me in Rochester
Mom in pretty dress and fabulous hat
Casually elegant Mom
I haven’t posted in a while. Life is busy, and I am lazy when it comes to blogging.
For a while, I was obsessed with mixed-media art. Then I got onto a memory wire bracelet-making kick. From there, I moved on to stretch bracelets and then multi-strand stringing wire bracelets. My technique on the latter kind needs work.
Is this post about jewelry? I have a separate blog for jewelry that I never write in.
The primary project these days is getting stuff out of my dad’s apartment so he can stop paying rent there in addition to paying for accommodations in the assisted living facility. This is time consuming work. I wish I had a device that would shrink things. On Doctor Who, the Master had one of those. He used it to kill, not declutter.
Thinking it would be easier than writing, I considered trying vlogging again. I decided that it is also difficult, so I dropped the notion.
This should be all about documenting my time on this planet. Thus, it needn’t be fancy or grammatically flawless. Posts don’t have to be long either. Get in, say something, get out. There’s a t-shirt fir you.
I’ve recently developed an interest in the paranormal. I’m not sure what brought it on. I may have learned about a podcast called Astonishing Legends while listening to Paul F. Tompkins’ SPONTANEANATION. I binged-listened Astonishing Legends and found out about Jim Harold’s Paranormal Podcast which led me to Jim Harold’s Campfire. There’s another good one I’ve been listening to called The Anything Ghost Show. Astonishing Legends is a heavily researched show. They talk about legendary hauntings like that of the Greyfriars Kirkyard, unexplained mysteries like the deaths of the Dyatlov Pass hikers, and strange creatures like the Mothman. The show covers the paranormal as well as more earthly legends. I’ve found that I prefer the paranormal.
I’m especially smitten with The Anything Ghost Show. It features stories of real people who have experienced the paranormal or the supernatural. I’ve always believed in the possibility of ghosts and an afterlife. Now I’m convinced, and I can’t get enough of these stories. Like it says on Fox Mulder’s poster, “I want to believe.”
One thing I often wonder is where my late mother is? I see her in dreams sometimes, but in the dreams, we tend not to get along, or she actually doesn’t like me. I totally believe that many of my dreams have meaning, and that they are my connection to other realms. I think the universe that we know is not the only one, and that this existence is infinite. You and I are more powerful than we think, and reality is more complicated than we realize.
So, these ghost stories make me wonder why my mother isn’t haunting me? Is she somewhere looking after me, or does she think that I have the resources to make it on my own? I sound crazy now, but I’m enjoying myself.This new interest of mine is bound to come in handy for writing fiction. I think I’ll stick with it for a while.
It’s 2017 and I’m still here, but I sometimes feel like I’m running out of time. The best course of action would be to form a plan. Can I make a plan without the plan itself becoming my primary focus? Or, is that the point? They say that it’s the journey and not the destination, don’t they? Oh, THEY are wise.
I gave up on making New Year’s resolution. They set you up for failure. I do however, want to make some changes in my life this year. I have MS, so taking care of my physical and mental health should be my number one priority. That means making more time for exercise, and to do that I will need to put my needs before my father’s needs. Taking time to cook healthy meals is another top priority. Next on the list is my creative practice. I want to continue to make lots of art and jewelry. I want to start selling that art and jewelry. As the list grows, I begin to worry that I won’t be able to manage it all. I want to give up before I start.
That paragraph looked like a bunch of New Year’s resolutions to me. I think it will help if I blog everyday. I know, that’s another item added to the list, but I won’t achieve anything if I don’t keep reaching. This year, I’m taking a journey, and I’ll blog about. That’s the ticket!
Beginnings of a mixed media work.
I would tell you that there’s no time for blogging, but I won’t, because it isn’t true . I could make time, but I have chosen not to. I’m occupied with my final project for Digital Humanities class. I’m making art. I’m listening to podcasts and audio books. I’m doing more yoga. I’m working more hours.
Digital painting created with ArtRage app for iPad.
I try to keep Riley from eating things he shouldn’t eat. Sometimes I just let him do what he wants because I don’t have the energy to stop him. He’ll be a year old this week. Wouldn’t it be nice if he decided to grow up a little for the occasion? That’s not gonna happen.
I considered writing a poem that would begin with the words “poetry smoetry,” but I dismissed the idea believing it would go nowhere.
I finally wrote that post about audiobooks. For the record, I found another @girl in the title” audiobook. It’s The Girl from the Sea by Shalini Boland. So far, it’s good.
We did a bit of photogrammetry in the Digital Humanities class. My effort didn’t turn out well.
My group project for class involves adding content to members of the List of Classic Female Blues Singers on Wikipedia. It won’t be easy to find info on these women, but I’m planning to learn a lot about the blues. I’ve purchased three books!
There’s a lot more I could say, but I’ll call it a night. I’m not going to start another jewelry project tonight either. This one’s from yesterday.
I’ve been meaning to write a post about my love of audiobooks, but I’m just not in the mood tonight. Instead, I offer this “5 Things” list like the one that came up on Timehop today.
1) Slept late and had interesting dreams that I can’t remember.
3) Sauteed some frozen kale (also from Lucky’s) in olive oil and garlic. Simple and flavorful.
4) Went to see Dad. Walked around the facility with him and sat on the front porch to enjoy the mild summer evening. It felt like Autumn today.
5) Went to MacDonald’s in Ellettsville and had the sausage burrito meal. I felt guilty for the less-than-healthy eating. I did resist the urge to buy ice cream at the grocery store.
The road to Ellettsville. Image shot with iPhone 6S Plus and edited in Waterlogue app.