Today we had more medical tumbling, as we had a sore throat to go check at early morning Sunday pediatric hours, and the possibility of another emergency room visit, with Dearest having swelling in her leg and foot. The morning seemed like we were going back into the medical machine.
But the Peds visit was almost a pleasure with the common sense and good humor and intelligence of the physician, one of the best in Durham, NC - Dr. Clark. And we averted the emergency room visit with ice and elevation of the leg... Dearest's Mother rushed over to be another adult in the house as daughter and I were at the doctor, and oldest had a solo in the church choir. Everything worked out OK, swelling is under control, and sore throat appears not to be strep (though the culture will tell for sure tomorrow).
By 2:00 all was OK, and the sun had finally come out - the first I've realy seen of it in over a week. Incredible. I took a short walk and did some painting. Now I'm baking an orange chicken recipe I'm making up - we'll see. It already smells good. I'm planning to put a dollop (it's much less than a schtickle) of ricotta cheese on each chicken thigh for the last 20 minutes - we'll see how that goes.
Yesterday or the night before, I've lost track, I did the wet-on-wet playing you see above. I wanted to play with some red. Today it became a portrait of Virgil Tangelo as the Summer. This is about 10x14 inches, on an Arches Hot Press watercolor block. They're my play between the more serious pieces on the boards. I think this image of Virgil is also influenced by the sun god images on Mayan calendar stones. But of course he still has his Oxford shirt on... Click for a larger version.
I also worked more yesterday on Glee 1 and Coming Home but neither changed enough for me to want to bother to photograph them. I got busy helping Grenouille with his Christmas posts in the late afternoon and didn't post myself, at all.
Many thanks to friends, neighbors, and family as we got through this last difficult week. It would have been a lot harder without you.