Musing of the Person Waiting for One to Appear

My ghosts have caught me here in Boston as I was afraid they would.  I've been on a round of doc appointments which are showing me there is no upside to getting older.  My eyes have some sort of optic nerve problem and now I am on a steady watch for that.  A crown in my mouth needs replacing-  who knew a crown could get a hole in it!  And my gyn appointment is Monday-  I almost hate to even show up for that, instead thinking a flannel nightgown, dim lights and low carb gruel for dinner aren't looking all that bad.  Last year I couldn't get an appointment until the end of the summer, showed up at the appointed time but some darn baby decided to be born and knocked me out of the rotation.  I couldn't reschedule before heading back to Florida so skipped the appointment all together.

My cleaning team forgot to come this week.  Yeah, actually FORGOT me, like my dirt is invisible.  They have worked for me for over 20 years.  Go figger.

I met up with Hazel and hr4 mom last week for a trip to the farm stand with the animals.  Here she is preparing to feed the horse some grass-  yeah, begging grass from her mom and our own family version of "Blanket".  But here he is being protected from the sun instead of papparazzi:

And here we have the main subject, the Horse, Of Course:

Additionally I bought some eggs and some berries at the farm stand, I had wanted duck eggs but they were all out so I grabbed regular old chicken eggs here:

And was shocked at the variance in size when I got home and opened them.  Meg would like these at all-  she calls brown eggs 'dirty eggs' and says they taste wrong.  Harumph.  Let me tell you that these tasted quite fantastic, wish I had bought more.  The berries didn't fare so well.  I had a quart of fresh tiny little strawberries, 2 pints of fat raspberries, and a pint of cherries.  I had put everything in one bag, and the gal at the stand threw in my jar of sauerkraut on top.  By the time I got home I had berry stew in the bottom of the bag, it had leaked through and as I picked it up nearly fell apart so I carried it inside in a hugging position, only to get the red stew all over my blouse.  Fortunately I was able to get it off but the day just seemed to go for friggin ever before I was able to sit.  

On the cul-chah desk, I have finished the third book, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets Nest.  I think I finished the third one because I had to to close the circle, I would have closed the book at any point up to the last few chapters and gone on happily (except for this obsessive finishing-things-before-moving-on problem) because the story was pretty darn boring.  All I wanted to know is what happened to Salander's twin sister, mentioned once in each book and dropped.  Now Larsson is dead and I will never know.  Anybody have an idea?

Joined a loosey-goosey book group and I am charging through That Old Cape Magic at an alarming rate.  The cool thing about this book group is it includes drinks and dinner and there is no hard and fast rule about attending so I hope it works out.  Whatevah... at least I am reading something I probably would never get at.  And perhaps meet some new people.

Also ventured out to the movies, the Coolidge Corner theater, where I saw 'Winter's Bone'.  I would definitely recommend it but not give it quite the accolades it seemed to win at Sundance.  It's sort of a B- in my gradebook.  The evening was not lost because I had a platter of Korean food that was quite delicious.

Tomorrow is the opening of the Paste-Up 2010 collage show in Lowell.  I would love to see some of you there if you can make it.  It's in the ALL Gallery, directly across from the Nat'l Park Visitor Center and mere steps from the Brush Gallery.  Here is the note that Karen sent to the SAQA list with all the dets:

Paste-up 2010 

A juried exhibition of small format collage 

June 26 – July 18, 2010, Saturday and Sunday 11am – 4pm

Artists Reception, Saturday, June 26, 2-5pm

 

ALL Arts Gallery 

246 Market Street, Lowell, MA.

978-441-ARTS (2787)

www.artsleagueoflowell.org

 

Robert Motherwell said that “Collage is the twentieth century's greatest innovation.”

 

As an art form, collage is all about thinking outside of the box. So be prepared to be intrigued, amazed, and maybe even puzzled by this juried show of small format collage works. 

The dictionary defines paste-up as a composition of “flat objects pasted to a sheet or other backing”.  This exhibit is an excellent representation of that definition, and presents a wide range of different kinds of collage – from paper on paper, to photographs, fabric on fabric, to metal and other ephemera. 

The curator for Paste-up is collage and fiber artist Karen Bettencourt of Woburn, who was joined in the jury process by artists Maxine Farkas of Lowell and Mary Hart of Winchester. They selected 29 works by 24 U.S. artists for this exceptional show. 

A reception for Paste-up will be held on Saturday, June 26, 2010 from 2-5 pm at The ALL Arts Gallery, 246 Market Street in Lowell. New England artists include: Susan Clark of Winchester, Chrystee Governo or Fall River, Sandra Shuman of Somerville, Carol Procter of Cambridge, Virginia Cramer of Chelmsford, Fred Free of Brookline, Karen L. McCarthy of Arlington, Betul Arin of North Andover, Claire Marcus of Yarmouthport, Sharon Gorberg of Newton Centre, Rebecca Devries of Salem, Jean Winslow and Steve Syverson of Lowell , Massachusetts, and Wen Redmond of Strafford New Hampshire.

(**Note from Sandy-  I am also in this exhibit, but I guess my transformation to a Floridian has completely taken place!)

Have you heard that the legs are the last thing to go?   Me too, but I noticed the other day that mine are about gone so I am taking this opportunity to buy these shorts (I *think* they are shorts!) and wear to the Paste-Up opening.  They are now at Saks and marked down from $700 to a mere $300.  If you hurry you can probably also get a pair-  they are in the Designer Sale section, I guess they had a limited audience.  I think the little ruffles will give me the bulk I am now missing, and a pair of shiny old-lady tights will keep the cellulite at bay for one more night, eh?  Whatcha think? What to wear with it...  hmmm. A halter top!   I must go shopping again!

And I can also wear them to the Brush Gallery Art Quilts Lowell opening next month 

if the legs last that long.  And at this rate who knows.

OK, I guess I will go unload my camera and the iPhone and see if there are any interesting pictures.  I'll be back.  Or not.