Today’s artwork is a set of gluebook pages. I’m trying to do a page a day, more or less, in January. I know from previous page-a-day attempts that some days I do two pages, and some days I do none. My goal is 30 pages in 30 days.
I forget how much I like doing gluebook pages. I realized this week that one of the reasons I haven’t been doing them is that I moved the television out of the living room, into my office—and my nice gluebooking setup in the drawers of the living room coffee table didn’t move with it. I suppose some day I will finish remodeling my bedroom, and separate it from my office, and resume having a place to loaf in front of the TV while I make art. That’s just not going to happen today…
I spent most of yesterday trying to get help with some of my health issues, but was thwarted. I spent a lot of time waiting, and was turfed without being examined by an actual health care professional. I did get a completely impossible blood pressure reading by an assistant—so impossible that if her numbers were correct, I would be dead right now. Did medical personnel come running? No. She sent me home, because the logical reaction to a blood pressure reading that’s above the hypertensive crisis range is to get rid of the patient as quickly as possible. You certainly would not want to, say, take it again to be sure you haven’t screwed up.
(I should probably say here that my blood pressure is a little bit higher than ideal right now—because I’m anemic due to my ongoing health problem. It’s not a big deal. It’s certainly not as high as I was told yesterday.)
Onward. Today’s mission is to get the catalytic converter on my truck replaced, so it can pass the state inspection, and I can continue to drive it. I have a 1999 Ford Ranger with 100,000 miles on it, and I intend to keep driving it until it falls apart, which it shows no signs of doing yet.
However, the jury is still out on whether I’ll fall apart any time soon…