First the spaug update - my foot is doing great and I am getting back to my normal activities. The only uncomfortable time is when I have to wear my shoes. The one that was soaked in blood last Wednesday seems to have shrunk or stiffened up, not unlike OJ's glove. But as I am sure OJ discovered, if you just keep wearing it, the thing will soften up again.
Good thing too because it is a busy time of year. With doorbells ringin' and packages arrivin', it is tough to be laid up. Today, a package arrived that contained a great present (to myself) that isn't actually related to the holidays at all. Back when I was a rich, married woman, I asked my friend Patrick Glover if I could buy one of his amazingly beautiful paintings that always brings me back to being a child, sitting in the backseat of our family car and being driven around the north shore of Massachusetts on a rainy day by my mother. After some back and forth, Patrick said he would paint a new picture, just for me.
I was a little nervous after I was no longer a rich, married woman about whether I could really afford to buy a painting from Patrick. As it turned out, the answer to that was a resounding yes.**
This photograph is but a poor representation of the painting, which is luminous and textural and contains the multitudes.
Unlike OJ's glove or my shoe, this painting fits perfectly. Thank you, Patrick!
** I think everyone should buy real, live art from real, live artists. For one thing, most artists really need your money. For another thing, real, live art is a wonderful thing to have living your house because it is alive. That's the idea. If you can pay for a monthly cellphone subscription or for cable television, then you can afford a modestly sized artwork by a contemporary artist. You won't regret it, I promise.