Turning my Anchor into a Grappling Hook

A series of unforeseen events came one after another and knocked me down a few notches. My truck spent a week with the mechanic, so I was driving my husbands 'farm tag' truck, which severely limited my excursions. To and from work at the Christmas shop at Merrifield Gardens was the sum of my driving. That with decreased sunlight even hampered the walking of my dog, Duke. Everyone is miserable when the dog doesn't get his 3 mile walk. My health insurance ends on December 31st, no longer available in my zip code and then I caught the nasty bronchial cough that completely stops you in your tracks. 

Now that I'm on the other side of the virus, I'm feeling human again. My wallet is thinner, but my truck is back and lastly, I think (fingers crossed), health insurance is much improved. But during that long period, I had no desirse to share my dropped anchor tales. Seems I was catching every rock that came by and my real desire was to propel myself forward, which seemed impossible at times. Now I know that everyone deals with these things and it's easy to get bogged down.

While I was treading water, I spent evenings (and some late nights), altering children's books into collage pages. The characters I created spoke to my frame of mind. I can say that now as I see happier folk in recent pages. 

There are many things in my life to be happy about. A new grandson, born healthy and cute as a button. Art sales have been excellent. More light bulb ornaments delivered and lastly, my anchor is lighter, I'm looking up, ready to climb heights. 

I'm looking forward to reading this at some future date, knowing that it seemed like a week of downhill turns without hope. My efforts have been rewarded. 

Comments

[India]

I know the last few months have taken their toll. I often think of you and how you are doing, but I don't want to pester you like an old mother hen. Your art log always gives insight into how you are doing. Great work!

[Karen]

India,
For people like yourself, that deal with constant pain, it must be extremely hard to feel up.I find the art work essential. Just for a little pick-me-up. My turn of events was not chronic, and I could hope for better days by moving my hands, and seeing things unfold. I can only hope that your art makes your life more tolerable. I am fine, especially when I try to understand what you deal with day to day. You are a dear heart and I'm so glad you are in my life.