A day of doings

Feeling much better Saturday, I did a series of sit to stands then went to the pond to watch ducks and foliage. 

Home again I picked yet another bunch of flowers 

And I came through on my plan to make oatmeal wraps.

Flax seed, so pretty. I ground some with the oats to make the flour for the wraps

Some roast chicken diced, dash of Worcestershire to liven it up, fresh spinach 

The first wrap had a lacy edge, but it was okay in the end. The recipe made four wraps so I made all of them, two for tomorrow.

Here's two wraps for lunch, sharp cheddar cheese spread then chicken and spinach rolled up and they worked well. You do have to have the pan very hot and you need to give them four minutes at least on the first side, then two on the second.

Pro tip: if your oven's old like mine and the electronic ignition doesn't,  rest a spoon bowl down. Then let go, and switch on. It directs the spark to the gas.

Like here, then take away the spoon before it gets hot and you're, um, cooking with gas. No idea how I figured this out.

Then I needed to sort the artist statement. They wanted it personal, friendly, all that so I picked an old not so good painting to use as the background to write on 

And cut it to the size of a protective sleeve, then wrote my stuff *

Done. Now I can take everything in tomorrow and be done.

*what it says:

I've been exhibiting art, solo and in groups for over 40 years. Many pieces are now in public, private and corporate collections, in almost every medium, monotypes to sculpture. I've offered workshops to all ages throughout the region and online.

In Plainsboro, I've been active in our art life for decades, since before the LAST library opened! I've helped found the Festival of the Arts, and founded the Plainsboro Artists group. It's wonderful to see the gallery and the group flourishing.

I'm showing in the exhibit a watercolor and chalk piece, Red Orchid, from a solo show I had here in the gallery some time ago. Then, to bring us up to now, there's an ink drawing I made as part of a series, in July this year. Some of that series has already gone to a private collection.

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Gary's home, has been for a few days, back to calling from the store for advice, this time what are sweet peppers, are they sweet, or what. I explained just not spicy. He can't do spicy, so he needed to know.

Happy day everyone, when you don't know something, call and ask. A real friend won't think it's a dumb question. But she might point and laugh in her blog..no, she'll be nice. 

Here's some accidental art, sun shining through red glass lamp base and other shadows making an interesting composition, dividing the space nicely. 

Mlle. Fluffiere doubts this. She's an internet image, not my cat.

Anyway, Ten Four, older people will get the timely signoff reference 

 

History, buds and health

 I was browsing for something to read on my Kindle and found a file from my old original Kindle which survived its crash and replacement. 

I took pictures, no other way I know of to get it into here. I thought you might like to see it. Soon it will be Handsome Partner's anniversary. 

This show was the year after he died.

The solo was the first of several, and was a kind of memorial to Handsome Partner as well as an artist statement explaining the exhibit to people who'd known me as a painter and printmaker.

Outdoors today before the heat gets going 

I found, great excitement, buds, at last

I was beginning to wonder if they'd ever appear.

And this is the current work in progress 

In the middle of this, a flurry. Gary's daughter's mom at the door to tell me he's back in the hospital, same issue, surgery this time. Family is staying in his house, close to the hospital down the road, which also addresses the care of the puppy. His trip is off for now. 

I texted another neighbor at the family's request, she came dashing over to get the details, and to despair along with me about how he won't attend to his health until it's inevitable.  He's in good hands, meanwhile.

And she admired the embroidery I was doing, commented that she'd needed gold thread to replace some from a family antique porcelain Christmas ornament.

So I invited her to look at the box of threads and we selected one fine enough to thread through whatever the thing is, bells I think,  and she went home with a length of gold thread.

Happy day, everyone, keep well. Also cool. Or dry, or warm, depending on your issue