I’m really excited about The D Card Project, which I told you about yesterday. I’ve been making more cards, which has doubled as my 30x30x30 project for the last couple of days. So far, six people have tole me they’re interested in joining the first artist trading card swap, and I’m hoping more will decide to participate with us. As I said previously, this is not a big “event” like Diabetes Art Day or World Diabetes Day Postcard Exchange. Rather, I expect it will be smaller, with a more intimate feel to the overall experience. if you’re interested in joining, or if you have questions before you decide if you’d like to try it, please let me know.
September 22, 2013
As I experiment with a new approach to my diet, I’ll be sharing recipes and other thoughts about trying to eat for a better me and a better world. I’m not really sure where I’m going with it, so for now, I think of it as an adventure.
My adventure in shifting to a primarily plant-based diet has been interesting. It’s my intention to write some posts about how and why I decided to make this change, and I hope that after 30x30x30, I actually get to that. In the meantime, I still have to eat.
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September 20, 2013
Today, I returned to my regular painting class after a summer hiatus. It felt really good to get back into painting. I have everything I need to work at home, but with school and other things going on over the summer, I just didn’t do the work I had wanted to do. Painting class gets me refocused on my creative work.
In class, I picked up where I left off on a large canvas painting I started in the spring, but never finished. Since the goal of 30x30x30 is to have a piece of art per day, it doesn’t seem like I should use that because it’s not done, and won’t be done until into October. Even though I more than met my 30-minute daily art-making quota by working on that painting, I knew I needed to do something additional that i could complete in about 30 minutes, give or take. These little paintings were inspired by the drawings I’ve been doing this week.
September 11, 2013
I’ve been feeling sad today. Needless to say, 9/11 has something to do with that. I actually had an idea for some artwork related to that, but I didn’t do it. I generally avoid saying or doing anything related to 9/11 to protect Jason. He worked in Lower Manhattan at the time, and it changed his life. He’s purposefully avoidant of it though – doesn’t like to talk about what happened, won’t go on Facebook since everyone posts about it, and just seems to steer clear of it. I don’t know how much of his way of dealing with it is related to him just being him, and how much of it is related to him having worked a couple of blocks away, and how that affected him. I check in with him in case he does decide he wants to talk, and to make sure he’s ok, but otherwise I leave it alone. Everyone deals with its affects in a way that suits them, and I don’t want to push him on it. So I didn’t make the artwork I was thinking about because he’d likely see me making it, and that seemed like a potential imposition on the space he needs. As long as wants to steer clear, I will clear the path ahead of him.
I’m also sad because of the issues related to my father that I posted about yesterday. Today, I spent hours trying to find and schedule a moving company to move the furniture from the storage unit in Texas to our house in New Jersey, which made for a rather unpleasant afternoon. I got one estimate for $7000, which was just the cost of the travel time without the actual moving/labor costs. When the guy on the phone said that, I think I offended him with my rather unladylike reflex response. I’ve since gotten additional, much more reasonable estimates, but going through websites to read reviews, and find some measure of assurance that whatever company I hire isn’t going to screw us over and/or destroy furniture that has a lot of sentimental value is tiresome and annoying. Getting inundated with calls from salespeople is also my own private hell because I hate salespeople and I hate talking on the phone. Taking care of this is something that has to be done though, and I’m doing it, just like I’ve done almost everything else to settle matters related to his death, but it’s draining.
In lieu of making 9/11-themed artwok, for today’s installment of 30x30x30, I wanted to respond to my blah mood. As I mentioned last week, I like tree imagery, and a tree felt like the right thing to make, for a bunch of reasons, including that its familiarity as an image that I enjoy creating and recreating is comforting. Also, trees can be landmarks, and can help people navigate through unfamiliar territory.
September 9, 2013
I had a busy day planned. Supermarket shopping, doggie class with Kaylee, office hours – including a perfect chunk of unscheduled time between clients for art-making – and lastly, home for the Eagles game with Jason. Then, this thing called diabetes happened. I noticed I was running low on insulin yesterday, and knew I’d be taking a site change break today. Just around the corner from my house, on the way back from the supermarket, I distinctly told myself to remember to bring insulin and a site change with me when I went to the office in the afternoon. Remember, remember, remember. Pulled into the driveway, and *poof* I forgot.
I put away the groceries, while trying to keep a nuisance low from becoming something more nefarious, a low that I should have anticipated because the supermarket does that to me. Every. Single. Time. Still hovering low, I took Kaylee to her first agility class. The class is rather inconveniently scheduled at 12:30. We leave at 12:00, so it’s a little early to eat lunch beforehand, but don’t get back until close to 2:00, which isn’t terribly late, but today, I needed to be out the door by 2:20. I opted to wait until after class to eat, but the pesky low lingered through class, so by the time we got home, i was ready to empty the refrigerator into my mouth. I didn’t though. I had a light, half-lunch in the interest of time, and grabbed some food to go, thinking I could have a snack during my art break. Because of the low and because I hadn’t eaten much, I didn’t bolus. If I hadn’t been low, I would have bolused and realized I only had 3 hours worth of insulin in my pump. I was low though, and in a rush, so I never glanced at my pump. People with functioning beta cells don’t realize how lucky they have it.
I intended to be at the office for 5 hours, but once I was there, I remembered I was short on insulin. I was down to 2 hours of insulin. Annoyed with myself, and hoping I could get by somehow, I tried to trick my pump into giving me the tube insulin, but when I primed to check that there was actually insulin in the tubing, all that came out was a little fizzy insulin spittle, and a lot of air. I also primed the last unit. Oops. I had to cancel my clients, and race home.
Home, with a fresh cartridge and new site, Jason and I were watching football when I had a rather unpleasant low. I sat in a sweaty daze from halftime, well into the third quarter. Then the chills set in, and I was falling asleep because I do that when my BG is rebounding. I wanted to skip art tonight. I wanted to go to bed. I hate to give up on 30x30x30 so soon though, especially because I’m excited that I’ve actually been posting. I made myself get off the sofa to do something, anything creative.
Looking for something not so messy that didn’t require a great deal of thought or emotional energy since diabetes had used up all I had for the day, I opted to do more Zentangle (TM) doodles. Although I’m still insanely tired, and this rebound high is proving to be tenacious, I still liked making my doodle. I concentrated on replicating the various patterns, and everything else in my brain just faded into the background. Here’s my installment for day 9.