Daily work out

No big deal. But necessary. I’ve adjusted it with regard to physical handicaps, which come and go. Some stay. Still, gets the circulation running and muscles renewed.

My neighbor’s dog,Sheena, was at my door yesterday. There was a light knock. I was doing the workout. By the time I opened the door, Sheena was sitting there solo. I said, Welcome and let her in. She’s a little chihouhua. I don’t know how much I weigh, I would guess Sheena weighs 9 lbs at best. All’s well. When Geri, the owner picked her up, she asked if I could watch Sheena on a regular basis? Well, yes, but I can’t walk her. (My cane, Heavy gate, scooping poop, and avoiding other dogs). Geri; Oh, I didn’t think of that. I don’t know which she wasn’t thinking of. Possibly the fact that I’m disabled. In which case, that makes me glad.

Onto the next. A good friend that lives in the East Bay has been moved by her son to a place that she can occupy the first floor and he and girlfriend the second. She didn’t go into her disability, but I gather she needs help with routine tasks. A good solution, however what is to become of her massive art work is not determined. And that of her deceased husband, even larger.

This puts it in perspective for me. Neither of us are ‘brain dead’. The mobility clock is ticking. So, I was at the mail box area and met up with a fellow resident. We worked on the Wine Train Murder Mysteries together. The You Tube video of Dick and I dancing on TV20 has gone viral. Of all the things I have done, who would guess that’s what sticks? At least it was good.

What does being an artist mean? I don’t think there is one definition. For me, it meant pursuing expression through making music and movement come together. And many artists have done that. Each are unique.