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Monday, March 30, 2015


The skin care movement, now going into its 3rd week is still a pain in the ass. Does anybody really enjoy doing this twice a day or is it in the same category of emptying the dishwasher. Anyway, I'm trying to make it a habit. Today,I started another new,"taking care of me,"step. Today I ate breakfast and supper.My intention is to eat 2 reasonably nutritious meals a day. This is new because since October 3rd and the 5 months of treatment, I was unable to tolerate food. I remember begging the Blessed Virgin Mary for some similar problem in my early adult years to get out of the far end of the clothing racks, now I'm a regular at the Boost and Ensure aisle of Extra Foods.I have been basking in the one plus of being sick.....getting into my skinny jeans.Lets see how this plays out.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Taking care of me

My impulse is to change all that needs changing NOW! That proved to be a very unattainable, say it.....stupid goal. Which brings me to this last week where I came to my senses and decided it would be best to start slow and small. Now you are going to wonder ....but starting small to take care of myself began with skin care. I do not joke. This week I cleansed, moisturized and fed all areas covered by skin. I have done it for 8 days....seems like a month.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Student Of Life that's me

The question of "Where have you been", has been raised. Thankyou my one steadfast reader. Simply put, it appears, I was in need of some Rebooting. 6 months later and a story recounted way to many times to do again, I leave you with the condensed version. There was an infection, 5 surgeries,months of waiting around for IV antibiotics to kick in and now there is recovery. The external scars are apparent . It's The internal ones that bear witness to the steep learning curve that took place. lessons of patience, faith, acceptance and the biggest one of all gratitude for the unconditional love of my family and the presence of the undeserved help of very neglected friends...yes another lesson learned. I am in a reconstruction life changing mode.i have made many promices and now must step into the fire of where I have been afraid to walk. The Force is with me and I plan to go forth and prosper. I'm back......again.

Wednesday, September 03, 2014

Past year a blur

It's been a year my dear ones, since we last sat together over a glass of red and a community Doobie and contemplated our life and the PATH. I survived the most traumatic turmoil since the spring of 1990 and find myself still walking without walking aides, driving not only myself but my King in the souped up 15 year old Handivan, and resuming a semi normal routine berift of friends, travel and debauchery. The family have exceeded all the usual expectations of supporting those in the family in crises and have returned time and time again in spite of my often bad behavior. I am blessed and surprisingly I am loved but without a doubt I am forever grateful.....and you know who you are. Welcome back to Madonnart Studio Blog, I missed you.

Friday, August 09, 2013

The wonder of them

Tonight I sat on the deck in the moonlight with the three of them. My precious girl surrounded by her greatest gift, her children. Tomorrow they will return home, a 12 hour drive through the mountains, back to the little house and the lonely daddy. Tonight I sat on the deck in the moonlight with eyes wide open taking in their beauty, their love for family, their happiness and laughter but mostly their generosity in coming to visit the Grands. Tonight I sat on the deck in the moonlight thankful for what was given us but already missing them.

Thursday, August 08, 2013

Mother and Daughter Day Out at Wild Kingdom

And so it came to pass that the mother and her girl resumed a time honored tradition known as "shopping". Lunch was had, coffee purchased and Best Sale Opportunity identified. Together, eyes brightly anticipatory, humming the shopping song they opened the frosted glass door to Wild Kingdom, boasting a 70 to 80 percent off all clothing in store. Mother selected items for her 40 ish baby to try on...... Beautiful Bustiers of satin and lace, corsettes with tight metal like ribs to cinch in the waist and showcase her double D's. sadly nothing really took her girls fancy. We left the store straight faced and seruous to the bone until we got outside, collapsing in laughter.....Good news, Uncle Jim we did find a pink something for Auntie Rita....

Monday, June 17, 2013


I have not yet reached the painting stage of my organized life.  The new crinkle, husband care, has taken over and until  that resolves or I can't move no art will happen. The earliest window is possibly September when a knee replacement will definitely slow me down enough to hold a brush. And so I dream of cerulean blue, painters gray, butter yellow, and an empty canvas......and my heart yearns and my spirit dims until then...