Saturday, March 8, 2014
There are times when the currents of life get off balance. Or the tides are just going against you. Or you have skated along too smoothly and it is all catching up. And having just had a great bitch session with my neighbor I fully believe it is a tidal wave or sea change or something. This is not just about me.
Yes, there is a lot going on in my life right now. That hit me this morning when I came down the bedroom stairs and realized my aging standard poodle, Mardi Gras, had not had the best of nights. She is in beginning of liver failure and has her better or worse days. The vitamins the vet prescribed are doing well when Mardi deems to take them. She is great at cheeking pills. She managed to get my curling iron down the stairs, the dog food bowls knocked over, three of my six foot cacti laying down, etc.
She was trapped in the far corner of the studio behind the Crown of Thorns. And I was so exhausted last night I did not hear a sound from downstairs. So add lots of guilt to the good night's sleep.
My eyes are still soft boiled after the extensive cataract exam. And I was befuddled enough it took me a couple days to realize I probably have a mild allergy to the drops they put in my eyes. This does not bode well for the two surgeries in my future. Yes, they are suppose to be a piece of cake but it takes no fewer than six trips to Santa Fe. All while I have a seriously ill dog and a one-woman-gallery show to prepare for.
And gardening season is approaching. And there is always a bevy of critics. No not art critics. Organizational critics. Ever notice how everyone is more than willing to let you do it ALL until they think you did it wrong (even when they haven't a clue what wrong is) and then they are all over you to fix it now (when of course they could have done it in the first place)?
Enough already. I quit.