As you may have guessed, dear readers and watchers of my journals and art, things in the life of my family have had more to do with non-art-producing real life than anything else this last year. Now that I have recovered from the cancers I had, and the side effects of my few meds are as under control as they are going to get; the young dog that has, of family necessity, accepted us as his new forever home and mostly adjusted to life here; it is time to recover our house from the heaps, as in enough to fill our 2 car garage twice over, of boxes that have accumulated since the passings of our parents, the kid's "can this stuff stay here we don't have room for it", and our siblings "this should be kept but we don't have room for it". Yes, there have been a few surprise treasures, which are being kept by those to whom they mean the most. The usable stuff is being passed on and out to those who can use it best. The interminable junk from two generations of school teachers, that was simply never thrown away sooner, is being shredded and thrown away as quickly as possible. We are down to 6 to 9 packing boxes in the living room, half our formal sized dining-table (inherited and restored) piled with office supplies from the husband's pre-retirement three offices, and a garage with a path through the heaps of boxed books, magazines, and general stuff.
We have a bit more two-person sorting and shifting to do to get the office properly organized, but we can see "the light at the end of the tunnel".
I, once again, have to shovel stored stuff out of my studio space, hang some art that I like to look at for technique hints and inspiration, vacuum and get rid of the accumulated dust, and get back to work. Thank you all for your patience, well wishes, friendly nagging and nudging, and especially continued watching, favoriting and commenting.
to all of you. Keep up all your lovely work!