Still, it is nothing compared to what people in my family are dealing with right now. And my neighbors. And my friends. My cousin is still battling a horrific cancer. One neighbor is in rehab following a knee replacement and the other is in the hospital with pneumonia. My friend has to undergo oral surgery. Even my little bird Zaza is recovering from a broken wing. Life can be so hard sometimes for so many. At the end of the day no matter how much we want to do things, this physical shell that houses our wishes determines so much. We are at its mercy and are limited to what the physical "us" can do.
I know I'd feel better about things if I could take a break and work on a new art piece -- really get into it. Working on art is an escape hatch from the physical nonsense that inhabits my world. I can make something from nothing, in detail, almost without thought, at first -- just enjoyable work. The pain takes a back seat. I know, though, that right now my legs wouldn't let me do too much at any one time, progress would be slow, and I'd get frustrated. Still. minor problems compared with cancer. Oh, the human condition.
For humor's sake, I am posting a photo of my quaker parrot's "hospital" fish tank. I made the mistake of leaving the tank open when I went to class last night, and found it like this when I got home. Boncuk spent the two hours gathering things -- at least 5 pairs of glasses, about 20 pencils from three different rooms, a long tail feather of Kizzy's from a vase, earrings, two bills, a the receipt from Dennis the Menace Pest Management, and several pens, at least. He was busy and now is guarding his hoard with great hostility. They are so funny!
What will you make today?