A few Winter adventures in Arizona

 

Aunt Haggie, a childhood story

 This is a self-portrait, but using a memory of a childhood family story. Years ago, probably in 1974 or so, my Mom went to an auction and bought an old painting. The frame was beautiful but the portrait was honestly odd. The lady in the portrait must have been old and blind because the eyes were white. Her expression was serious. It was black and white, and very very old. My brothers hated the portrait, and my Mom put it in the basement. It sat there for years and years. They would throw darts at her image. 

Yesterday, in my boredom I decided to try to recreate the portrait and scare my brothers. Someone mentioned to one of my brothers that I still had the portrait. I don't know when it got lost, but I did have it for many years. My photo editing skills were tested but I convinced my brother Phillip that it is haunted and that his darts are the reason  he is having  bad luck. I convinced him that the three brothers who participated in the destruction of Aunt Haggie had been cursed. 

It was all in fun. No, it was not created using AI. Just Jane.

Silence after a very hard time.

 The last time I posted, my Son died of an accidental overdose. It is coming, the  second anniversary of his passing. May 9th. I am attempting to kick my ass and live every day! Mourning is a way of life. Living is a blessing!

 My Son died five months ago. I am really sad. The last time I mourned the loss of a loved one, I filled this blog with thoughtful things. I reflected on both the good and the bad. This time I feel betrayed by my source of therapy, writing. This place, like many others,

is now abandoned. Friends must social distance. Loved ones are afraid of Covid 19. Mourning mostly alone. Mourning, with a smile on my face, so that I keep my job as an essential worker. 

The greening desert.

PINK FLOYD - Comfortably Numb (HQ Sound, HD, Lyrics) Amber's

This is an interesting time, to be living. Will my survival skills be enough to have helped  make the decision to leave this life? Will I have no choice? Being a cancer survivor, who needs vital, expensive medication, to live, I am sincere. I realize that I am not vital. I am in fact, just another "Brick in the Wall."

Desert living, 2017