A month of non-activity on this blog is the result of a one week physical and mental prep followed by an anesthetic, and then three weeks to recover. Anesthetics get harder to recover from the older I am.
Seldom have I felt like doing less, and any kind of creating has been like pulling a dropped stitch from the bottom of a twenty-rows piece of knitting.
I have painted a bit, but not on my main project. I have knitted, pulled the thing undone at least twice before realizing I couldn’t produce anything intricate so better settle for something well-practiced. I have not written other than in my journal, nor edited, nor done anything else in this arena.
I did achieve a staircase in Lego in the art deco style so feel good on that score. Haven’t been down to the garden for over a fortnight, and hope my fellow residents are keeping that going.
Trying to keep body and soul together is taking all my energy at the moment. Like, doing the washing, the dishes, cooking myself three meals a day.
Not even reading that much. It’s a mystery what I do all day.
Rita de Heer 