Dear Diary A very difficult day with a lot of very scarey glaucoma symptoms, vision-wise, but at this point all I can do is breath as deeply as I can, heh, and tell myself to relax. Everyone will do what they can, including me--but gee, I can feel things crumbling away, bit by bit and it’s very hard on me sometimes. If it’s not this, it’s that, one thing or another. I am witness. I cheered up for a while when the front desk person in my building told me I had a package, so I went and got it and it was thePrang pastels I’d bid for and won on Ebay--under ten bucks for five boxes. I thought it would hold me for awhile but I must have miscalculated because it looks like ten +boxes, all individually shrink wrapped. A lot of time people think Prang art supplies are for kids. Not only. Their tray watercolors are great and the pastels look pretty basic, stick chalk, but I am in pastel heaven and dont have to spend anything on them again for about two years. I’ve got the pastel paper, Canson Mi Tientes Steel Gray, my preferred stock 19x25, so maybe I am gearing up for a weekend of painting. If I am lucky. I do take commissions if you are interested. Side effects to the eye drops have caused a nasty sinus infection . so I am back on Keflix , a strong antibiotic and the decongestant Sudafed (psuedoephedrine). I had to show photo id at CVS pharmacy when I tried to get the Sudafed but I haven’t replaced my photo id for months, so they declined to sell it to me, apparently its used in making meth. So, I wheeled over to Walgreens where they know me and where, because I fill a morphine script every month for severe, chronic, spinal pain; degenerative disk disease, alas, They keep a photocopy of my id on file, so I coughed over the six bucks and got the 24 hour kind, came home, took one and promptly fell asleep for a couple hours. And woke up breathing through my nose instead of my mouth. A giant improvement. I feel much less Cro-Magnon. I suppose its wierd that I dont have id but for what? They know me at the bank and pharmacy. The cops aren’t interested in me, so why bother with the DMV lines and the $36 buck fees? One of my idiosyncracies. Another is that I never lock the door to my unit when I leave. And I’ve only bee ripped off once in 27 years and I know who did it. So, it’s 6 p.m. in San Francisco,dark outside. I’ve got to put my shoes, one velcro- strap blue Totes on, turn the chair on and take Peter back the ten bucks I owe him. He wasn’t home earlier, having gone to see the new remake of Robo-cop at the IMax. I had no interest. I’m not much of a movie guy, I can’t take psychological tension very well, I get up and pace at home when watching Netflix, or shut off the sound and turn on closed captioned. Then I’ll go and get some coffee and two shots of espresso, ride around the nabe for awhile. It’s probably too dark and dangerous to take my Nexus 7 and take pictures, so I guess I will just come home, get out a sketchbook and start the preliminaries for putting pastel to paper. Sounds like a plan. Until next time, then. Oh, by the way, the Dalai Lama gave the opening prayer for today’s US Senate meeting. It was short and sweet but a huge deal all at the same time. “For as long as space endures,” he prayed, “and as long as sentient beings remain, until then, may I too abide to dispell the misery of the world. Amen
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 02:47:00 +0000
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