Dreams and Dandelions

I dreamed that Jen and I were in Berlin to visit my cousin Della and her husband. We were touring some sculptors studio. He made tall bronze birds – cranes and egrets maybe. His style was an improbable cross between Giacometti and Botero or maybe R. Crumb if he sculpted birds in addition to drawing fat bottomed girls and libidinous cats.

The rest of the dream was a dull slog between airports and bus stations, standing in endless queues waiting for tickets, being stuck in crowded spaces. Très tedious which is pretty much how I’m feeling about all my stupid, fucking health issues lately. Bored now…ya know? 

I mean, wouldn’t it be nice to leave the house NOT for a doctor visit but, instead, a trip to the Fuller Craft Museum, a walk along Nantasket Beach, and then a plate of sashimi and cucumber sushi rolls at Fusion Kitchen? Yes, yezzzzzz, that would be divine.

I woke up wanting to make those bird sculptures out of terra cotta. Will I? Extremely doubtful. I don’t, at least currently, have the strength or unbanjaxed hand/eye coordination to work in clay. MAYBE I could draw and watercolor them. If the new med from my movement disorder neurologist mitigates my essential tremors, I’ll be steady and ready to go. Time will tell.

Meanwhile, here are some awesome shots Jen captured along the seawall this morning. My favorite flower – the dandelion.