Lately I have been battling with stomach issues...again. Last week was pretty rough. Sunday I only went to half an hour of church. But happily things have been letting up and I even ventured to have a turkey burger yesterday. Today I went in and had an H2 Breath Test done at the OSU Hospital. Basically they give you some nasty liquid that has a bunch of lactose in it and then they measure the levels of CO2 and Methane in your breath (if you have more of it than usual, it is caused by the undigested, fermenting lactose in your stomach. If levels are normal, that means the lactose has been digested properly). I sat and drew in my sketch book for the 3 hours that I had to sit there.
Sadly, Adrian still has croup. And when I picked up Anson from the babysitter's today I knew he was sick. I asked him what he wanted for lunch. The usual, PB&J or Mac&Cheese, were roundly rejected suggestions. I offered to make him roasted chicken and veggie soup with Stellina noodles and he was definitely feeling that. So that's what we ate. I am contracting it. Boo, lame. Paul came home feeling ill as well. Hopefully we kick it.
I also have been packing a lot. We still have so far to go, but I am sooooo glad we got a POD so we can pack at a reasonable rate and not be overtaken by boxes in our tiny, over-crammed apartment.
Wow the stomache art is really psychological...
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gotta think...wait for it....no...hmmmm...
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Don't think too hard about it, I just put my charcoal pencil on the paper and started making shapes. Perhaps it is an outcropping of my deep psyche, but I really doubt it...more like just seeing where my lines go once I start them. The exercise was more to free my hand and just work on shapes, leaving what I put down instead of being a perfectionist. I have been too worried about filling my sketch book with "beautiful" drawings that I have hardly touched one for months. Finally I decided that sketch books are to be used for the purpose of building one's drawing skills, so am forcing myself to use them as a place to experiment and exercise. If I felt like someone was looking over my shoulder every time I practiced music in my room I would be paralyzed. You have to give yourself permission to make a lot of crappy drawings so you can learn. I am beginning to just jealously guard my sketchbooks instead of showing them around. That way I feel that I am safe to play in them instead of feeling like everything I put in them is up for exhibition and critique. So maybe it is psychological in some way, the drawings are an exercise in gesture...and I don't mind that they aren't beautiful. I am trying to nurture my further creativity!
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