So...I have written maybe 4 or 5 versions of postings this week on this virus and some other commentary I have right now, and I guess it's time I condensed it down because it's been a week people have been really worried about it, but I started getting ready 6 weeks ago. I read about it in the news and some of the longer incubation times and I realized I live in a country ill-prepared to handle a true pandemic--so I got masks for us over a month ago. I had wipes and some sanitizer, but I have been ready to do all the reasonable shit to avoid the virus short of wearing a bubble suit all over the place.
Part of our ill preparation is we have allowed the right to monetize the value of human life in America by literally refusing to raise wages, provide healthcare and deny all efforts to contain those costs. What that means is you have to count on your neighbor's economic viability to survive a true pandemic--if you live among a ton of people or around people who don't have healthcare--it is much more probable it would be spread to you because ...
Man I could have used that title so many times it's probably something I should be ashamed of being, but I am what I am and so that isn't something I will bug out over at this time.
I did sit down to write before my class yesterday but got distracted as I often do and realized I was running later than I wanted. I would report on the food I ate but does anyone really care? Uh, no. I am not some shining example of success in really any world at this point, BUT I am trying. Also, part of my delay was me dealing with something I have been practicing avoidance on, and those were my student loans. I made the call as I am now 90 days overdue and felt the burden shifting in my head and wondering what the heck I should do. I called, proposed a few different scenarios I am living and tbh--the $60k lottery win seems like it's just a dream. BUT--if I did win something that large it would have to go to pay that off so I could be a normal 40 something like most of my peers. One thing ...
So yesterday I kind of gave my life early report for the day. After that I did my shower, didn't clean and left the house to paint lettuce. Let me explain that--I have noticed that most really great artists went through an entire evolution of skill and style. As someone who let their skill languish for most of the past 25 years, I am very out of practice. This is not to say I don't have any innate skill still because I do, but I am not someone who you'd be able to point out the that was something Deanna did kind of style. I want that style, so it does involve me painting things I am not attached to, which has actually turned out to be food. What I mean by that is who the hell is going to want a painting of my lettuce tacos? How about nobody. But painting lettuce tacos and food I am convinced will give me a different take on painting people or things I want to paint later on. Plus, there's a lot of color in my subjects--not your standard still life but usually reproduced photos from the meal boxes I ...
