Oh you, my handful of followers whom I so greatly appreciate:
I haven't been able to paint because I've been schlepping furniture and boxing
up my mother's life. I have been so fearful that I might be erasing her life by
dealing with her possessions, that now my entire house is filled with boxes of
her chatchkes! (sp?) It's been a slow painstaking process of going through each
box and having her decide which things she will part with. She's pretty ruthless---
she loves only the very worst (in my opinion :-) ). She divested herself of all of her
furniture and a few of her good things: 2 oriental rugs, a few antiques and ancient
silverware (and not to me) at 62 convinced she wouldn't live much longer. At one
point, she had 2 forks in her kitchen drawer so when my daughter and I visited,
I had to resort to a plastic fork. When I moved her from Boston to San Antonio, I
built up a new little empire for her so she would be comfortable and have nice
surroundings. I'm not sure she ever cared, and now I'm the one dealing with all
of it. My mom turned 94 on August 1 so she's way outlived her own prognostication!
I can't stress enough how I long to be in my little hovel of a studio comparing
relative values and smelling paint, mixing colors and whining about my shortcomings!
Soon . . .