…though I don’t spend as much time in my department as I’d like to/should.
Linoleum prints (5” X 7” text)
The Museum of Solitude
Dept. of Do Your Damn Work
singing a new toon
…though I don’t spend as much time in my department as I’d like to/should.
The Museum of Solitude
Dept. of Do Your Damn Work
I was truly horrified, as I blogged about, to experience my body as so leaden, sodden, heavy as it was last week when I tried to run a few yards up a trail at a state park. It was not horror arising from vanity but from fear of my future. I always said I want to die with my toes on! I’d never felt gravity so forcefully before, and it was clearly a matter of my age + mass + inactivity.
Plus, a couple people have told me that they or their partner “became old” at sixty-four, almost suddenly—and at sixty-three, that now makes sense to me. (It had seemed ridiculously early to me before.)
I’m glad I hadn’t deleted the YouTube channel about aging that I’d started a few weeks ago but hadn’t maintained. It gives me a way, a place, to talk to myself. And while it doesn’t (and may never) get many views, I want to put it out there, to represent my people—fellow (or potential?) aging puddings. 😆❤️ In an honest, unadorned, uncool way—no “chic ‘n’ silver”vibes!
So I stopped on my walk today and recorded “Out of Shape at 63…Taking a walk”. Link here:
youtu.be/rHfjRV2naXM?si=pqK_9tj54tJgdxq_
Screenshot:
I. The Lost King (2022, dir. Stephen Frears, UK), which I watched last night looked promising, based on the true story of amateur historian, Philippa Langley (Sally Hawkins, below), searching for the long-lost remains of King Richard III--and finding them under a parking lot.
But the story is poorly served.
Was slandered Richard really a mopey, dopey-eyed love puppy, as the Hawkins character envisions him? (Just because someone is poorly done by history (or society or family) doesn't mean they are a sweet innocent.)
Feels untrustworthy--which would be okay, but it's also kind of boring. I wouldn't recommend this.
Circles in Duluth, Minnesota
1. Clock at North Shore Bank (1960s?)
2-3. Architectural decorations on Carnegie Library (1902)
4. Electricity pole innards
5. Skylight at Karpeles Manuscript Museum, former First Church of Christ, Scientist, 1912
6. Graffiti in alley
7. Vault of North Shore Bank
8. Non-slip sidewalk plate
I retraced my steps – – 2 miles back – – and found her on the stoplight across from Speedway gas station and convenience store – – purveyors of the Big Gulp I’ve been writing about and of fried chicken, a half-eaten piece of which was next to Penny.
Though Penny appears a very proper eight-and-a-half year old, she is a doll, and doll ways are not our ways. I suspect that she had jumped out of my bag to get Speedway goodies.Look how pleased she looks with herself, the darling! It also looks like she may have had run in with a vehicle.
THANK YOU, kind stranger!!!
Some signs I have enjoyed here…
Detour, every which way:
Bent.
Below: What they got against the SAX?
Security camera… tiny pots:
If I were an oil painter, I would love to paint the beautiful patina of urban decay