There Are Ruts In The Road

On The Easel:

Lady On A Train

Pastel 12 & 16

Ref: E. Hopper

Buck Moon

Pastel 9 x 12

Ref: Photo by M. Desisti

Update On My Health:

As the radiation treatment continues, my ability to stay focused and endurance fade. My energy level is significantly lower than before the treatments. While I seem to paint and sketch, I am losing some inspiration to write. It's scary, but I've been assured it's only temporary. The caution here is no one wants to commit to how long it will be before I recover.

I'm seeing my Primary to find out why this vicious cough and chest pain persists. It is a gift, I believe, from our friends to the north when they supplied the smoke and debris from their wildfires.

Lake Park Concert:

Jeanne and I ventured out last Monday evening to the opening of the Lake Park Concert series. The Steely Dan Tribute band, Black Cow, performed. It was a beautiful evening and an appreciative crowd.

I remarked that thought their guitarist was exceptional, only to find out later it was Neil Davis, one the finest musicians in our city.

Next time we are going to get there earlier and sit a little closer to the band shelter.

All Saints Hunger Booksale:

We are huddling in the basement of All Saints, sorting and pricing the books that have been donated for our sale in August. For a former bookseller like me, it's amazing to see books that were best sellers being sold for a couple of dollars.

I found a jewel. It was the publication of Garrison Keillor's That Time Of Year. Keiloor writes a detailed journey of his growth as a writer, journalist, and comedian.

Aside from him being a fellow Minnesotan, I, like so many, became entertained and amused with his radio program, Life in Lake Woebegon. His depiction of small-town life was universal regardless of what small town you experienced.

(Mine was Tomah, Wisconsin, in the 1960s) His parade of a slightly flawed citizenry portrayed the nervousness of living close to other people who knew almost everything about you.

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