Saturday, February 16, 2008
The morning's cold grey rain has given way to dazzling sun splashing silver all along the river below my window. The day may prove redeemable yet! I've done a bit of writing, washed my hair, organized laundry, and cooked for tonight...plus...
Each February, the gerontological studies program out at the university sends a group of students to several "elderly" housing sites around the area to facilitate their understanding of what can and should be done to address the needs of the low income elderly population. (Let's see...that would include...hmm...me...) My apartment is a "regular" on the field trip because of the "creative" way I've "utilized and decorated" my little 520 square foot world! (so says the director of the program who brings this group of bright and eager young faces each spring...) Today was the day; and we have two other apartments in my building on the tour...both friends of mine...one a retired concert pianist and music teacher, the other, a friend who swears she and I were separated at birth because of our mutual artistic and intellectual interests. (Next year, we will include the friend from my last blog entry who just moved into the building...a former antiques dealer and estate appraiser...we're classing up the place, one person at a time!!!) We all have health and economic distress in common as well. But life isn't about the dollars nestled in our bank accounts...though I'd truly love to have more in mine! I'm so honored that these kids seem to enjoy the "creativity" we "seniors" have to offer.
A. C.'s place (the pianist) looks like a combination of a London flat and the interior of a Romany Gypsy wagon. He's installed ceiling height Doric columns (found in a roadside ditch!), wall to wall and floor to ceiling bookcases, (built entirely of salvaged materials and painted to provide uniformity), an antique German carved armoire and day bed, a collection of blue and white china, his music books, and walls lined with his own paintings and prints. Barb's place is somewhere between New York town house and French country cottage with her needlepoint pillows and chair covers, her hand painted furniture, books, and artwork, and her unerring eye for classic design. And me, well I'm too ecclectic to fit anywhere precisely...let's just say I have more books, hand made stuff, and art supplies than is truly sane, and it has to be organized to the 1/2 inch in order for me to be able to live with it!
Barb, Sheila, and I are having an impromptu dinner tonight to celebrate surviving another day in this world...You can tell we really need a lot of urging to party!! Barb is bringing roasted chicken and fresh tomato salsa. I'm supplying chunky guacamole, hummus, tortilla chips, and wine. "She" is bringing herself since she's had pneumonia and pleurisy...probably from the stress of the move, etc. We will have a "girl's night out" on my big banker's table that comprises my desk, easel, sewing surface, and dining table all at the same time. Meanwhile, I hear this sunshine is a brief interlude. We are slated for nasty storms tonight, so I guess we will hunker in and watch lightning slash the river front...I hope it doesn't decide to make a more personal acquaintance with any of us! Better go get that laundry finished...Later!