“Spring is in the Air” with one of Jude's moons.
A sign of hope filled the sky the other day.
I've been trying to push myself out the door more. Realizing how too comfortable I've become being alone. With going out and about less and less, it's more and more uncomfortable stressful anxiety filled when I do.
So, I've made a few dates, reached out some, gone back to the pool, and started volunteering with a local art program for adults with developmental disabilities. There are about twenty artists who come and go in the open studio. It's a lovely calm space with everyone doing their own thing- creating three dimensional objects, painting, collage, knitting, etc...
M. has made dozens of dragons from sticks, paper, and tape. There are distinct breeds. This one is named Yellow Star. M. is a prankster. She likes to warn you that there's a dragon behind you and laugh when you turn to look. After being caught out on my first day, I returned the joke on her. When she turned to look and realized that she'd been tricked, she shouted, "Flying whoopie cushions, you got me!"
P. is so talented, nonverbal, and works alone in the back corner. I hope for a moment of connection someday. It's filling to be building relationships again.
I'm also trying to learn Italian on one of those free apps. This is day nine. My new motto is: If I learn it, I will go.
I can order you coffee or tea with milk and sugar, point out town buildings, take you shopping for a black sweater or a small backpack, and get through a meal of fish, chicken, or pasta at a restaurant. I may be making K a little nuts as I comment on how tall he is, whether or not he's nice at any given moment, and remind him that we do not need tomatoes from the store.
Spring is turning out to be very full!
