do not invoke the gods

Apparently I bragged one time too many that I don’t get sick because sick I am. Damn. Can’t remember the last time I got sick but that little rug rat of a boy gave me an unwanted gift. At least I assume whatever this is came from Harrison. Started as a scratchy throat and a runny nose Saturday evening, then a cough and watering eyes, copious amounts of clear snot, can’t tell you how many tissues I’ve gone through. Two miserable nights with little sleep. Haven’t tested  but no, not bad enough to be flu or covid, just a cold. was starting to feel better Monday evening and finally got some sleep last night. Feeling much better today, not 100% but functuional.

Mostly I sat on the couch and read Sunday and yesterday, started a new book, a Painter’s Mill Chief of Police Kate Burkholder novel that takes place in the Amish community, Rage by Linda Castillo, which I’ve almost finished. I’ve read three or four in this series.

The other thing I did Sunday between blowing my nose was work on two more pages in my art journal. Not sure I’m finished with the first one, may go back and embellish it. Did the basic layout on another which I am in the process of embellishing. Felt so bad yesterday I didn’t work on either one. This is what I have so far. the first one is a bird’s eye view of the toadstools I posted the picture of last post (watercolor, colored pencil, permanent marker). I looked up the difference between mushroom and toadstool, toadstool generally refers to poisonous mushrooms and I assume the ones that pop up in my yard are not edible. 

The second page was an exercise suggested by that mysterious blogger Codex. Create a grid with masking tape, paint the open areas different colors, take a marker and  draw over the whole thing, tape and all, remove the tape. Now I’m going back and embellishing all the little rectangles. The intent is to add more detail and draw frames around each one as if it’s a display in a gallery. We’ll see how far I get with it.

    

Haven’t done any yoga of course. Abby always amuses me. When she doesn’t feel like doing the class for whatever reason she will check with me first to see if I’m coming, usually around or in between holidays. Monday was scheduled and then I got a text from her yesterday afternoon; “yoga tonight or nah?”, since I wasn’t feeling well I told her I wasn’t coming. Not a minute later she sent out a group text canceling the class, too cold (which it was) and windy, everybody stay home and stay warm.

Speaking of warm, the unseasonal warm weather last week apparently convinced the smaller fringe flower trees that it was spring. The birds seem to think so too.