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April
23, 2004
The birthday boy aka Himself, decided not only would we
attend last weekend's art exhibit, but that He would treat
himself to a painting. It's beautiful! A total
departure from a lot of the art around the house, but i've
noticed that His taste seems to be changing a bit - He's
heading into very strong-coloured 'not quite' abstracts.
Speaking of which, my painting quest has been a bit shaky
lately, due to the fact that i'm being shown different
techniques, such as using a palette knife, and i'm not -
well.... not taking to these new ideas like a duck to
water. In fact, what i've been dragging home is
truly, truly bad. Sigh. But i persevere.
Anyway, the rest of Himself's birthday was spent going out
for a nice brunch, going back to the gallery to show His
daughter the new painting, and then coming back home to
what He thought was going to be a quiet
afternoon. We knew better.
Sure enough, at 4 p.m. and right on time - a lot of people
started showing up at the house. And i'm happy to
report, He was very surprised, and i think very touched,
that everyone came to wish Him well, along with sharing
some of their favourite foods and beverages. It was
a lovely day, and a lovely way to start off the week.
Monday found me sitting in a dermatologist's office being
told that the only thing she can think of to help my hair
is rogaine. Ick. She said (while sporting a
thick mass of dark curls herself) that as much as 50% of
the female population are now suffering from some level of
female
pattern baldness, and they don't know why and they don't
know how to help really. And if i commit to rogaine
i will 'most likely' preserve what i have, and possibly
even grow some back. A less than 25% chance though.
And using the product is a lifetime commitment. One
bottle per month, at $50.00 per bottle. ($10.00 per
bottle in the States - but then i'd need a
'dealer'.) And if you stop, within three months you
lose all the benefits. Sounds like a lot of work for
not enough gain. Himself continues to be
baffled that any of this bothers me at all.
So THEN, after that little tidbit of information, i go
back for round two, different specialist - and for my eyes
this time. Just a check-up - but a check up that
confirmed what i've been avoiding - i have hit the age
of bifocals. i truly am a masochist. Any
smart person would have just put off going for the
check-up ... but noooooooooo. *i* have to do the
right thing and go regularly.
The worst part of this is that my eyes (while having been
visited by the wrinkle-sprinkle fairy) are not really all
that bad. i do need glasses to help with distance,
especially while driving. And the separate reading
glasses do help for reading really
tiny print - or when
i'm on the laptop at work. But neither are a must -
i can still see life around me moderately well.
So why do i need bifocals??? Because of the art. Go
figure. i can't look up at something, then down quickly to
sketch it, and repeat, repeat, because there are two
different needs. One to see the distance, the other
to put it on paper. It's all or nothing - no
glasses, or the bifocals.
So in spite of the wrinkle-sprinkle fairy, in spite of the
constant computer needs at work and at home - it was my
art ... my hobby, my zen! .... that took me down.
That underlined the fact that i'm closer to 50 than
i am 40. Okay, so i'm not there yet, but that's not
the point.
And then i joined the 8-week get into the best shape of
your life fitness challenge at work. Heh. No
gain without pain? Well at least i won't see the
pain - just feel it.
What was i thinking?
 
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