So rain seems to be a recurring theme on our Seattle visits of late and, confronted by such abundant rain, I have to ask myself: was the Seattle romanticized in the old TV show Here Come the Brides some other place? I mean, c'mon:
Blue sky? Green hills? Or maybe we just need to time our visit for later in the year. Like June or July.The bluest sky you've ever seen, in Seattle,
And the hills the greenest green, in Seattle...
Nonetheless, I really like Seattle rain or no and it was a very fine trip. We ate at an authentic and colourful Mexican restaurant, drank Prickly Pear martinis (or at least I did), and took a long and energetic walk along the water as the wind and numerous joggers whipped past us. And, in an old-style theatre with red plush reclining seats, we saw, for the second time, Pina. What a mesmerizing, amazing, and inspiring film! I don't dance...really dance...enough. I have to work on that for sure.
Anyway. It was good to get away and not think about all the stuff going on here, if only for a breath. I don't really want to get into all the details of my dad's health issues so suffice it to say they're prostate related, there is still some cause for concern, but the tests were inconclusive and not even the doctor seems to know how serious things might be. As he so colourfully put it: the horse has left the yard and it's not sure if he's gone into the neighbour's field yet but we're going to try and keep the gates shut. Meaning: my dad'll be going for hormone injections while we play the waiting game to see if that'll bring his PSA counts down. Fortunately, his memory is so bad these days he's forgotten the doctor's visits, the tests, and all the other stuff and seems to be his normal generally happy self. And that in itself is a good thing given that "happy" was not one of the words to immediately jump to mind in connection with my dad in the past. So, he's happy happy and my mother, albeit living life on another planet, is always happy too. Life goes on, one day at a time.
I finally finished the last print too, and have begun sketching out my next one although at this point it's anyone's guess when I'll actually get around to printing. The next couple of weeks are promising to be full of tedious obligations.
For now, here's the finished print:
Four little beetles
Dark as molasses,
Wind their way
Through tall green grasses
(Print 4, Nursery Series - Reduction Linocut - 7.5 x 9 inches)