Tardy, an explanation

Are you wondering, or is it just me?  My desk piled with half-written posts and lists about adventures  in Portland and ongoing life in the Big Apple, I feel my blog commitment is off.

Two days after our return Ron got one of those gastro-intestinal things.  Knocked him out.  My turn was this past Sunday morning on my way to more zinedom.  Thanks to "Best Zine Ever! issue five," produced in part by Independent Publishing Resource Center in Portland, I'd found Elsie Sampson who makes art books and delightful zines and was giving a workshop in Peekskill, N.Y.  We exchanged emails, I stuffed some zines she might like to see in amongst the condon amulets.

About to step into the car, I whispered to Ron, "I believe I'm going to faint."  Quick return to the 21st floor: my turn for the gastro thing.  There went this week.  A side effect is it seems to have triggered something I had several years ago, known in the family as  the mystery illness.  Aside from internal hives--which only children usually get--it has never been fully identified nor diagnosed by doctors.  Under control for five years, it was under control until the other day.

So, I missed Elsie's workshop, a lovely day in the country.  She has a beautiful website, www.chinesesweatshop.com where you can see why she is a special zinester. 

On the positive side, worst aspect of "the mystery" occurs late at night.  (What is that all about?)  But leaves me not-too-energetic in the daytime.

Last night I went to a new playwriting class on the lower east side at The Abrons Art Center at the Henry Street Settlement House.  Enthusiastic playwriting (and blogging) instructor and nine students--women and men, range of ages/backgrounds.  Looking forward to chance for more exchange about "Knitting in Public". And what are they writing?

Bookmark above from Oregon Department of Transportation.  "Get Street Smart" is the message on the reverse side.  Picked it up at the Belmont carfree Street Fair.  Even in mellow, we-stop-when-you-want-to-cross Portland,  a Little Red Hen has to watch her step.

Comments

[M.E.]

SO SORRY you and the lifeguard-weaver have been on the blink. hope you'll perk up soon. there has been some kind of creeping intestinal crud going around down here in th office. followed by coughing and runny noses (in some cases preceded by). ask me for my favorite nostrums....if i were there, i'd make y'alls some, er, chicken soup.....