Heating Up

Future dinners in pots. You know it’s summer when the tomatoes bloom.

Well, since I brought up health issues in the last blahg: I went and had a lot of x-rays but will get no diagnosis for ten more days or so. The visit definitely reconfirmed the fact that I do not at all like being locked into this type of health care system.  A good friend (while dealing with considerable troubles of her own) made a brilliant suggestion for my preferred type of what is still called ‘alternative’ care, and I immediately, miraculously found a practitioner who accepts my insurance.  But it turns out that said insurance is rigged so that any care, in order to be covered, must first be approved by the system…sigh. I am determined to get what I need, but in the meantime, I need to keep moving. Fortunately, most of what I need to accomplish does not involve the affected parts of my body, and I will have assistance for the portions that do.

One of my visits was Ragdale, the day after a late-night storm.  Traffic lights were out all over Lake County, making my three-stop itinerary, um, interesting. Many of the burbs were without power for a few days.

I had a good week zipping all over the immediate region, to the north for separate meetings about a fall show, a workshop, and an upcoming experimental project that truly excites me. Then, southeast (with a full load of bookshrooms) to have lunch with a dear old friend, check out Blink gallery, have a look at the (fabulous) two galleries I’ll be installing in tomorrow and Wednesday at the lovely Lubeznik Center, and then a lovely drive home through the Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore park until I hit the freeway, Chicago and the usual horrendous traffic. I also had tons – tons! –  of admin on various upcoming projects, all of it – always! – due at the same time, and it’s nowhere near done.  I’m trying to get it all out of the way, finish the still-ongoing massive overhaul of my gardens, and then have 5 weeks in my cool studio during hot July and August before Ragdale…hopefully having had the physical problems finally treated.

Ragdale House undergoing (extensive) restoration.  It will be odd to be there while this is going on;  the residents are all in the Barnhouse or Friends.

Some late shout-outs from this weekend: Happy fourth birthday to Evanston Print, and congrats to: Velma, who taught North Country Shifu at the Morgan, and Shawn, who wraped up a class at the Focus on Book Arts conference, and the Smiths, who  opened a show of their work with a poetry reading. (I’m sure I’m forgetting lots of others; sorry).  Congrats to me, too, because during my earlier June blog hiatus, I set up a shady spot outdoors to work on my laptop, and I wrote this there yesterday. It doesn’t make writing or admin go faster, but it makes it much nicer.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch: some of the plants awaiting new homes, after the Lubeznik install, after the admin…hopefully soon.

Suddenly it was mid-June

Here’s my wee happy kozo tree, thriving in its new home.  It’s in the ground, surrounded by the sunken rim of a 20″ clay pot that broke over the winter, homage to the Morgan‘s trees, each surrounded by a ring of bricks.

I realized today it’s been a month since I’ve blogged. I’ve mostly rather enjoyed it; it’s been a bit like having a vacation.  I’ve gotten a lot done in the never-ending realms of gardens, house, research for various art and non-art projects and a lot of planning for upcoming artwork, shows and classes.  I still have not applied for anything, anywhere. This is partially due to the fact that for two weeks now, I’ve been dealing with a frustrating physical problem. It took awhile for me to realize it wasn’t going to go away on its own, and then a while longer to realize I’d best get it diagnosed.  That will happen early next week; then we’ll see what sort of treatment is involved.  Meanwhile, it’s caused me to withdraw from a group show; I couldn’t complete the work I’d planned. This is not something I’ve particularly wanted to write about, but working around it is making my world much slower at the moment, including the blahg, so there it is: the reason for my absence. This is still happening; next up.