Frida Kahlo, monster bags, and fallen angels...

Not to make light of people who are bed-ridden but I have often said that I would make a great invalid. I love working, eating, reading, and thinking off of my feet and propped up with pillows. If I could do all that from the bathtub I probably would, but so far I found a waterproof journal, Bible, and pen, but no i-Tub. 

It looks like I'll be playing Frida Kahlo for Halloween, or shortly thereafter.  Went to the orthopedic doctor today and was harrumphing about how there are so many reserved doctors spots while I was forced to limp a city block to get to the front door, when I realized that I didn't know where the front door was or the good parking spots for that matter.  Not only that, I had gone to the wrong office. I was already late because I stayed up too late reading this really interesting article on the end of post-modernism that I am still thinking about. Once I finally arrived I limped in dramatically (for sympathy since I was late) to get the verdict: Arthroscopic surgery.

Since I am street painting at the Sarasota Chalk Festival, I asked the nurse if she thought I could crawl around on the ground a week or so after surgery.  She was warming up to the idea of butt scooting on a little wheely cart when I told her I would also be needing to climb up and down a ladder for the Festival of Trees installation. That's when she drew the line, so I guess I will post-pone the knee repair until after November 10th when the tree is finished.

My poor garden is evidencing my neglect.  One of my wooly lambs ear plants looks like either a science experiment or a Halloween decoration. My garden fairy and pineapple have the same opinion:

Zuzu, as only she can manage to do, swept in just as I was snapping the picture. I have righted the garden fairy more than once, and like Baal in the Bible, she keeps throwing herself down, as though in despair, I think, not obeisance. On the bright side, my neglected basil went to seed so I have a whole bunch of basil babies waiting to fill the empty spots my fairy finds so disheartening. I suppose I could just prop her up with a rock, but find her head banging the soil really amusing.

Another thing that cracks me up: These new Publix monster bags for Halloween. I couldn't resist, especially now that I shop at b.o.y.b. Aldi. I stocked up on buy one get one caramels for the apples I make every Christmas. I figure if we run out of candy I can give them out at Halloween, even though they are only slightly more exciting than the pennies and lunch snacks I usually resort to. Maybe I should just buy more candy.  After I get some paperwork done I am hoping to 'get on my torch' as I like to say, though for some reason I picture a witch riding a tiki torch. Wonder if I can rig it so I can work from my bed?