“Wow.” I thought. “I am an uber-cliché right now.” I’m an out-of-work artist standing in the kitchen, literally staring at a pot of water and waiting for it to boil. Figuratively, I’m pretty much doing the same thing, checking my inbox every morning for some miraculous message with fabulous news.
I walked over to the counter and tore open a piece of mail from our Health Care Provider reminding me that our benefits ended when my job ended as I sniffled (how can a nose be stuffed up and runny at the same time?!), impressed at yet another cliché I was acting out- I get a cold for the first time in years right when I lose my health care. Hilarious.
Since when am I a character in some bad author’s novel? This is ridiculous!
Needless to say, being sick with a cold my husband gave me (who jokingly declared “sharesies!” when I woke up this morning sounding like an emphysema victim), I really didn’t feel like making art today… really. But I did anyway.
Today’s piece is an abstract in pastel on paper based on a blurry night photo of SF. It kind of looks like Easter Bunny vomit on black velvet, but at least it’s something, right? Right. And now back to the couch…
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Awww…. Well, I’m not an out of work artist (yet) but I can relate to the checking the inbox every morning in hopes of *something* being there…
On the topic of health insurance, there is some idiot (I forget who…) that was on NPR the other day (or maybe it was just a soundbite on NPR) saying that the reason health care costs are going up is that healthy people are getting rid of their insurance because they are healthy. What? Really? Hmmm…I thought that was one of the stupidest things I’d heard in a long while. (((hugs))) Hope that inbox surprises you with something good soon!
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Thank you for the article, your site is solid! I’ve had a tradition with my grandchildren for years where we hunt for easter eggs. This definitely made me think of that! Happy Easter!
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