Carrasco Studio

St. Nicolas Trudges On

I've heard it on the best authority (Drudge and Celebrity News) that the old guy is on his way through the frozen North.  He's been walking a lot and dieting (Recession) and the reindeer are on strike for higher wages, so he had to start early. Tomorrow he'll be at the Canadian border and be in line at customs, but if he clears that, he'll be at your house on schedule.

Since you all have been good, I'm sure you'll get yo-yo's instead of sticks.

Happy Holidays from me and Phil.

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My Boat Tippeth Over.

You know, dear Facebook, I have decided to not take on any more friends I haven't personally met.  If we have met, do jog my memory so I can add you to my list. (let's see, it was in 1917 on the St. Petersburg train platform  .  You were sewing jewels into your jacket lining and I was shoving Annushka through the window of the last train to Helinski. Or maybe it was yesterday in the grocery line at Thriftway.  I was the one with the strange hat)  Anyhow, you get the picture.
If you want to contact me because of my great connections in the business world, forget it.  I am an abysmal marketeer and networker and would be a detriment to your 5 year plan.
This is not personal.  How can it be?  (I haven't met you but am sure you are a lovely person) . I am in my autumn clean house mode. Thanks so much for your interest and kind intentions, Wishes for affectionate and profound friendships for all.  Jennifer

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Easter and Passover Greetings: Book of Carrasco

"Honor thy tulips, for they shall inherit your spring."

Book of Carrasco: Cruelest Month 68: Psalm 4-5

Shalom, bunnies and renewal and reflection. 

Sap is rising. Don't forget to take time to be silly.

Happy Easter/Passover.  Resurrexit Sicut Dixit, folks.

Walking Lessons

Today I had walking lessons.  I am to do these in VERY SLOW MOTION and carry my cane because it helps me regain my gait.  I just wish it had a silver dolphin on the top like Inspector Poirot.

Oh well.  Tracy told me it is also useful for whacking miscreants. 

Heel Toe. Heel Toe. Heel Toe Heel toe, Heel toe.......heel toe......

She Rises

Yeah, I'm Back from the land of Vicoden and  Underground Cloud Travels.

My hip replacement is healing beautifully (a loud hurrah for the excellent care of Swedish Hospital (Seattle) and the tender nursing of my partner Phil. ) He is my medication Nazi and my bath administrator, otherwise known as the PLA, Preventor of Limburger Armpits.

Last night I went off my pain pills and had no pain, but must admit that I was wide awake until 5 this morning.  Oh well, I had nothing else on the line for today other than eat, drink, dabble in watercolors and haul myself around with my invaluable walker. Besides, I was able to finish "Seabisquit) by Lauren Hillerbrand...an excellent book by the way.  I have read 9 books in the past nine days.  Phil goes over to pick them up from my branch library a block away with the instructions not to pick out anything too heavy, like Plato or Kant's "Discourse of Reason".

I creak around the house with my walker like a frigate at sail....windlass squeaking, masts flapping, rolling and tossing....and must do the same for the next 3 weeks.  I can't put weight on my right leg for that amount of time.

I've just started drawing and painting again, and will be back for more regular blogging.

I have a very cool project to start designing.....a magical forest...7'x 12' on canvas.  Since this whole hip thing started with a fall off a scaffold 20 years ago, I am bagging most of the onsite mural jobs, which is not a big deal for me, since almost all my stuff  for the past ten years has been done on canvas and installed later, anyhow.  Will stay in touch and show my process, Facebook friends and others.....  PS...just got notification that my class was accepted for the IDAL convention in Portland this June.  Check it out, Art Fiends.

Oh That.

Photo by sally shintaffer, May Day, Paint-a-thon

It was called to my attention by my esteemed friend and respected journalist, Patrick Robinson, that I forgot to list the PLACE for the Autumn Paint-a-Thon. 

It is, of course, at Cand P coffee house ( CandP coffee house, 5612 California Ave.SW, West Seattle. November 1. 2009, 11:00 am to 2:00 pm.  Meticulous painters and spontaneous sketchers welcome.  Stealthy and quiet drop-ins are fine! No instruction, just hanging out and making stuff...paintings, drawings, Monumental Sculptures, poems, short stories and/or the Great American Novel.

...and so here I am, on my own darkling plain.  Confused by alarums of struggle and flight....what place? what time? where am I going?  O Well.  Foggy Bottom Carrasco.

And here's some stars of the watercolor firmament.........Sara and KayLynn from the last painting class.

 

and another wonderful photograph by Pat Robinson.

 

Here Comes the Judge

I steer clear of personal family stuff in this blog, but I do have to put this picture of my very distinguished and smart brother-in-law, John Henry right after he was sworn in as District Court Judge, standing in front of the picture of my Dad, Superior Court Judge Patrick McCabe.  My dad is gone now, but John has stepped into his own position in a line of attorneys in my family.  Before John became judge, he was practicing law in the same town as my father and my grandfather.  All three attended Gonzaga in Spokane, and I can truthfully say that I remember discussing ethical questions at our family dinner table.  I am very proud of my family and grateful for their love and support.

Here's a photo of my sisters and me with our beautiful niece Jessica on her wedding day.  Do we aunties look alike or what?  As they remind me, I am the OLDEST.