In Joy and Chaos
Hi there.
It's not that there hasn't been anything to say. It's that life if so so so rich I don't have time to turn around, much less write about it.
Alexander is walking.
Alexander is very very busy.
Denise will be defending her dissertation next month. (and has never stopped working full time)
And I. Hmmmm. I'm painting. I'm missing being a paramedic and taking classes for nursing school. No, I won't stop painting. I just miss the patients. I miss the angst and the stories and the bodily fluids. I miss the visceral interaction with human beings that I've found only in the health care field. I miss being a paramedic but I think it's time to move on. Hence, the Anatomy and Physiology class. The statistics, the psych and the nutrition. Who's doing the dishes? Who's picking up the toys at night? Who's fixing the stopped-up toilets and the leaking roof and the rotten doors in the new house? Denise and I look at each other and wonder. And sleep? Do we know the word? But I'm painting and Denise is doing all she does and Alexander is walking and talking (a language we haven't yet learned) and throwing himself full-bodied on the dogs and turning one year old next week. I don't think life could get any richer.
I wouldn't change a thing. Well, I might have the money to hire the staff to do the afore-mentioned tasks, and I might choose to have a gene inclined to a more efficient and organized brain. But other than that, I wouldn't change a thing.
If you're in Mississippi, go by the Attic or Browns or my studio and see (read: buy) lots of new work. If you're in Arkansas, see it at FACTS, a new gallery in Little Rock run by a delightful woman named Mary Cornwell).
All I have time for now.
In Joy and Chaos,
Ellen
