Mortality.
Mine and others.
Something I really try and avoid thinking about.
Let me first say I know and understand many of the cliches we all hear – you can’t do anything about it, life happens, everyone dies, yadda yadda. I am quite aware of all the positive and negative aspects about one’s last breath.
That doesn’t mean it doesn’t scare me to death. (pun intended)
I don’t think I thought much about dying in my 30s or 40s. Granted, my mother passed away when I was 25 and she was 54; my dad made it to a ripe old age of 85.
Somewhere along the line I started losing those I loved. My brother, my mother-in-law and sister-in-law. Later came the train wreck of my son. And last year my brother-in-law.
Now I find many of my close family and friends have survival problems of their own. Cancer, kidney disease. Strokes. All kinds of payments for a life well lived, you could say.
And it’s creeping me out.
I think about my own demise more often than I used to. Yes, in a perfect world I will have at least 20 more years to frolic and fancy away my life. But I’m lost when it comes to taking care of those around me. Doing my best to still be their best friend… listening, talking, encouraging.
Yet still the clocks tick on.
I don’t have an answer I can truly believe in. Heaven, reincarnation, Elysian Fields – who knows what’s on the other side. I’ve never had a magical encounter with the other side, never seen or talked to those who have passed before me. No arrows pointing to the pearly gates, no spirits letting me know there’s eternity on the other side.
So lately I’ve been doing my best to shut down all that kind of thinking. It is what it is and all that.
No matter what it is, I can do nothing about it. For my friends, for my family, for myself.
If you’ve had a peek or got an answer, let me know.
Let’s all just be strong and positive and hold each other’s hands for a while.











































Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy













































































One of my favorite shows on the telly these days is the original Japanese show Iron Chef (on Tubi). Starting back in 1993, these chefs went beyond creative and sophisticated to a realm of cooking I’ve never experienced. It’s like they existed in another world. Iron Chef spawned later shows such as Iron Chef America and Iron Chef Thailand, but none had the exotic depth of the original show.






























Greetings friends and drifters!
Things! Things! Everybody loves things! Especially when they are odd and unique and accessible through Sunday Evening Art Galleries!
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It seems many of us are never satisfied with our work.












Early this morning, I’m sitting here listening to Beegie Adair, a marvelous piano player who is a master at playing songs long gone by (she can be found on You Tube), thinking of a half-asleep thought/dream I had last night.
There is nothing more breathtaking than precious stones. Not only things made from them but shades of them in nature and in our own houses.



















































The Midwest is buried beneath inches of snow, singing the freezing songs of their ancestors, while most of us shovel and grumble and fall down in snowbanks.


































I have been under the weather lately, having fought a flu-like bug or something similar. It’s the time of the year when most of us are vulnerable …. warm spring weather one day, below freezing the next. There is a phrase for those living in Wisconsin — Don’t like the weather? Wait a day.







Today is one of those days everyone wishes they had more often … one of those therapeutic, do nothing, think nothing cloudy rainy days at home.















Sorry I haven’t been around to chat lately…. I’ve been doing full-time granny duty while my son and his wife took a business/pleasure trip to Hawaii.

















“Things” are everywhere! And so many artists create so many things that defy categories. That’s what makes this unique art.



























