Tuesday January 3 2009

Kay and Wanda at Mixed Media Meeting

Moose in Melita's Back Yard

Would have been better with a

new camera with the telephoto.
I'll get busy and order it.

Pine Creek downstream

on the way to Melita's

Pine Creek upstream

Melita's Chickadee
Her feeder is on a pully.

Cabin near Pine Creek

(it's for sale!)

Today was our small art group meeting and we went to Melita's again. Going to Melita's in the morning there was a bunch of mom's taking their toddlers and babies for a walk in the park. So cute. My commission of "Bob" is nearly finished. Just some small touch ups. What an enjoyable day there with the other artists. Charm, Ruth, Kay, Wanda, Melita and I attended. Melita served Cesar salad with the most wonderful dressing, green pea soup, and Swiss onion pie, with a fresh raspberry pastry for dessert. Can't think of the right name for it - like kringler. There was a moose in her back yard for a while. The camera ran out of battery, so didn't go closer to it.

(Well, I forgot to put Charm's name in the report until she reminded me she was there at the meeting too. My poor awful memory lately. Then Melita sent an email and said I forgot my coat so will have to go get that.

At least it must not be Alzheimer's. They say you think everything is just fine with that - no clue you're forgetful. And I'm very aware that I'm not remembering stuff. It's getting worse. The nurses at chemo always ask the question, "How's your memory?". They call it Chemo Brain. After I goofed on the appointment date of removing the port, Nurse Carol thought I should have my head MRI'd. The calendar I bought isn't working so great, since I don't remember to write stuff in it. I have a day planner on my list, but I'm not very sure it's going to work either. Hopeful, but not sure.)

On Tuesday the 10th we will have the small group over here to our house. Plans were also made for the date of the next larger Mixed Media meeting here on the 17th. We tried to get the art room at Rendezvous Pointe both days but it was booked - scrapbooking!

And what a day. It was 36 degrees on my car thermometer, with water standing in all the streets and parking lots downtown. Sounds like another storm coming, so all that thawing will turn into sheets of ice now. It sure seemed like an early spring day, no wind, and just needed a sweatshirt outside. Later got to the clinic where my favorite Barb flushed the line. Then back home and heated up some leftovers for dinner. So about ready for bed.

Scratch a cat and you will have a permanent job.

It's "the day the music died," the day in 1959 when Buddy Holly was killed in a plane crash in Clear Lake, Iowa, along with Ritchie Valens (who sang "La Bamba") and J.P. Richardson (known as "The Big Bopper"). Buddy Holly's career as a rock star only lasted a year and a half, but he recorded "Peggy Sue," "Everyday," "That'll Be the Day," "Oh, Boy!" and many more hits. Buddy Holly was 22 years old when he died.