Frenetic Fall

Swamped, swamped, swamped, still.  As soon as things get checked off the to-do list, more are spawned. And, more inquiries continue to pop in.  It’s wee bit crazy, and I’m currently having to try and calm that breathless feeling daily.  I’ll manage it, I am managing it, but I’m late on some things.

I ‘graduated’ from knee-related physical therapy sessions this week, with a long-term plan I’m still implementing in spite of it all. That’s essential; I definitely feel it if I don’t. I’ll miss the excellent therapist, but I can keep in touch with questions (whew). New PT starts Monday with a different therapist, addressing a recurring inner ear situation that cost me several days recently, significantly contributing to the current work crunch. I also met my new audiologist this past week, and liked her. The evaluation was not the best but I knew it wouldn’t be. The hearing aids are now reprogrammed for my new level of loss.

So much for my physical plant; it’s old, and requires extra maintenance these days, but it’s still chugging along. That’s a good thing, because it looks like it’s not slowing down for the foreseeable future.  In so very many ways, that’s most fortunate, so now: back to it!

Today’s drawings are by John T. McCutcheon. He was another member of the original Ragdale family, and these panels are taken from one of two original six-panel works that still hang in the Barnhouse.  His old studio is right next door, but not a part of the property. When I was a child, this 1907 piece of his ran in the newspapers annually, over fifty years later,  just as the leaves began to fall in earnest.