Oh little Brandywine…you can do it !!!
Bend towards the light
even in this week of storms
be the hope
for us all.
Gotta start with the veg.
A few of the flats are ready for planting out there in the big bad world…but we’ve had days of stormy rainy chilly weather and the little dears just shivered and quaked when I suggested we take a walk outside.
This flat of tomato seedlings is making a gallant effort to feed us, and every glimmer of hope gets a round of applause here in the studio.
Our angels have been checking in…thank you all.
All the many birthday wishes and calls for Herself were overwhelming and she is still smiling from the love.
Our social media platforms come alive with stories of helpers and random acts of kindness which makes such a difference.
Neighbor Sue is preparing a grocery grab and has generously offered to take one for the team of elders and pick up whatever we are running low on.
So, in my standard operating mode of neurotic overlord, I have prepared a list…and a C19 shopping kit…
Masks, gloves, and list organized by aisles and accompanied by photos of specific products.
I know this will make her laugh. She puts up with my crazy in such a kind way.
Bagged and ready for her on the porch it will not see the light of day because our store opens for “Vulnerable Patrons” at 6am.
Bless you Sue. I’ll have that extra gasoline for your mower when next you are ready.
On another note of community connections…
We have heard from a Vineyard friend who winters in NYC.
Worried about all our pals there it was good to hear from her, someone behind the barricades as it were, and to share some quarantine stories. It gets very real at the epicenter on every level. Keeping the lines of communication open just to listen feels important now.
Here in the studio the days have adapted to the waves of crisis and have evolved into a new normal.
Having stayed up later than usual… this week we are immersed in 16th century England as we watch Wolf Hall in companion to my re-listening to Hilary Mantel’s series as I paint. Tidings to her for completing this trilogy in time for the quarantine so I can listen to over a hundred hours of Tudors comings and goings. Ironically ? the first book chronicles waves of a seasonal corona virus like disease that topples much of the continent year after year. Helps me to understand our current medical experts’ predictions…
anyway…up late means rising later than usual.
So, Finn and I have been missing the sunrises and wandering over to the studio well into the morn.
Then we do our news/network and email diving, or I do while she secures the perimeter. Then she settles in to guard the gates and I begin to put out fires which have smoldered whilst we dreamt. Cromwell you influencer you…
This morning’s pile of woe was not virus related but it began last night when I went to print out some reference photos only to find that the new ink cartridge would not fit. After an hour of scratching my head and searching through old orders and googling info it has come to pass that I…with the help of Amazon’s misleading product searching…ordered the wrong replacements. To the tune of hundreds and hundreds of dollars. Ordered in January they are no longer returnable.
I have since remedied this by ordering an entire new set of inks from a more reputable source, B & H Photo. But being in NYC and in the middle of this crisis, I expect there to be delays in shipping…if they ship at all. This can be worked around and is of course not life threatening but I bring it up here in the hopes that I can find another artist or photographer or company who might have this printer in need of ink for which my cartridges do fit…
The Epson SC-P800
I edited this to include a photo of the correct model.
And I happen to have loads of ink just waiting to fill one out there…
The ink was purchased in January and I’d be happy to sell for a nice discount and ship for free.
It’s a shame to let this go to waste.
the mornings do seem to be given over to managing life in the new world order and soon I hope to be spending those hours in the garden.
With this new normal comes a new goal…
to be painting at the easel by noon.
It is now 11:55 and the board of health has insisted that I take a shower before handling tiny brushes so this is how that deadline slips oh so easily into early afternoon…
and then there are those PT stretches to do…
and the stack of bills
which have been released from their final stage of porch decon to be paid…
and a quick game or three of Mahjong just to let the dust settle…
before looking up at the panel before me
and choosing where to begin.
Stay frosty out there fellow travelers.
And remember…Tits UP !!!