The Art of the Day is: Decongesting
Well, I almost made it through the whole summer without getting a summer cold. Almost, but not quite. So I've dosed myself with OTC cold medicine and switched from iced mint tea to hot tea with lemon (I only drink tea with lemon when I'm sick, I guess I'm sick). I am sure that I will survive, but I certainly feel pretty miserable in the midst of it. Hurry up and wait.
The Art of the Day is: Movement
I've been doing more physical activities: swimming, Nautilus, water aerobics, and today I was just itching to get going. To move around. Surprises me that I'm getting into it. Well, maybe. But I'm going to be optimistically enthusiastic. Movement moves me.
Sleeping in.
OK, The Art of Sleeping In.
I think I may have just arrived on the other side of really enjoying sleeping in, or maybe one can only truly sleep in in one's own bed.
I am in a house full of sleepy young adults and tired old adults, and I am wide awake because the longer I tried to sleep the worse my dreams got. I went from dreams about incompetence (mine) to dreams about dishonesty to dreams about thievery and getting caught red handed. What's up with that?
I want to add that if you tried to sleep in here five or ten years ago you would have awakened to the sound of children running around, generally causing a ruckus. I miss those kids, but I love these people.
My niece and I (not the niece who thinks Nice is nice, but her sister) went to the Peabody Essex Museum to see the Joseph Cornell exhibit before it closed.
I wanted to go because I remember his work as being reliquary-like. The exhibit we saw was more about his collage work, and the shadowboxes where lighter than I remembered, and more theatrical. Much of his work looked very modern (he died in 1972), because of the repetitive images, and the juxtaposing of images which all seem very easy to produce in photoshop, but of course were produced pre-photoshop.
The Art of the Day is: Collage
Yesterday was a back to work, back to school day. I'm not surprised that my life runs on semesters. I'm one of those folks who always liked school (hence 12 plus years in academia), but it always sort of amazes me that other people's lives run on semesters; if not their own, then their kid's.
It is late enough in the summer that the back to school ads which were making me crazy in July, are no problem now. I'm even interested in some of the stuff I've seen at Staples.
Even the weather is cooperating.
The Art of the Day is: Shifting Perspectives
Oh, it's just been forever. It has been an artless summer. But now things are starting up again, and so will I.
The art of the day is: Continuity
