This morning Gary rushed in with an orchid he rescued from his daughter, ready to toss it, would I take it? Not a big fan of orchids, but I didn't want it tossed.
A morning tracery of shadows on the fence, and inside, here she is, with her friends and, outside, the first daffodil in bloom, always that one.
This afternoon brought a physical therapy session, very helpful, though not easy, and more useful suggestions about prep for the house and me for after the surgery. And how to resume post surgery therapy with Emil, which I would like to do rather than any other PT.
The exertion is the reason I fell asleep during Textiles and Tea, with Jon Riis, a wonderful tapestry artist who uses metallic threads and Swarovski crystals in his enormous works, some 5x10 feet.
He has spent time in India and China, and some of his slides are of Indian woven old and modern textiles, largely sari lengths.
The slide showing links is for cut and paste, because it's a picture of links rather than actual live links.
This was a great presentation, and the links are about works of his in museums.
I was interrupted in the middle, aside from falling asleep, by a questionnaire from the surgeon about how I'm doing. Everything from mood to self care and movement ability. No stone unturned.
Happy day, everyone, from a tired Boud doing all sorts of arrangements at once, it seems. Now I know why I'm tired -- turns out it's a symptom of my current situation. Doh!
Try to be wiser than your humble scribe. I don't think it will be hard!
