Anxiety and I Go Way Back

When Life Gives You Limes, Make Margaritas

Hello again!  I’ve been AWOL the last month or so dealing with my father’s health crisis. (Which seemed to precipitate crisises (crises?) in every direction. (I’m sorry but I have to disagree with spell check here, crises just looks weird. )  It always seemed by the time I got home from the hospital or my daughter’s house or work or the million different places I needed to be all at the same time, the last thing I wanted to do was write. Thank God for the wonderfully well stocked Adult Beverage Center at my daughter’s house. Many lives were saved thanks to Mystery Drink Night every night.

I noticed that blogging is a lot like exercising (Those of you who know me, stop laughing. I do too know what exercise looks like. I’ve seen it on TV.)  It feels great while you’re doing it, but miss a few days and it gets easier to make up excuses not to do it.

I realize this first year of blogging is basically an exploration for me.  I’m still trying to figure out what direction I should go. It’s been a rather stream of consciousness thing, I realize, but hopefully out of that stream will come some fishes of substance.  (I’m not drinking, really.) I’ve narrowed down (the word niched annoys the crap out of me for some reason) the topics to the thing that gives me the most joy (painting) and the thing that causes me the most stress (caring for my parents). Lately the parent stress has been quite front and center.

I’m hoping to use the things I learned dealing with my mother’s Parkinson’s (which is to do the exact opposite of everything I did then) and apply that to my father’s current cancer treatments and subsequent side effects. (So far, so goodish)

Caretaker Heal Thyself

I’ve been doing some research on how caretakers can keep themselves healthy and sane and deal with the pressures and anxiety that goes along with caring for a parent. During this time I had an Aha! Moment.  There is a strong possibility (make that absolute certainty) that I might (absolutely positively) have a problem with anxiety. (For those of you who know me, please stop pretending to look shocked.)

Pretty horse, looking shocked

I was reading a list of general anxiety symptoms from Web MD (of course) and was surprised to find that I can claim most all of them.  For example:

  • Excessive, ongoing worry and tension
  • An unrealistic view of problems
  • Restlessness or a feeling of being “edgy”
  • Irritability
  • Muscle tension
  • Headaches
  • Sweating
  • Difficulty concentrating
  • Nausea
  • The need to go to the bathroom frequently
  • Tiredness
  • Trouble falling or staying asleep
  • Trembling
  • Being easily startled

(Though the bathroom thing might just be because I live in a hot humid climate and drink a lot to keep hydrated. Same goes for the sweating. That and a touch of menopause.)

Mel Robbins is Awesome

So with this in mind, and wondering if there was anything I can do about it now after a lifetime of anxiety ridden instances, I happened to catch a brief snippet of a woman named Mel Robbins on the Today Show.  I swear, outside of the fame, money and jetting around the country lifestyle, she could totally be me. She too has a few issues with anxiety and is more than happy to discuss them in front of everyone.

I googled her and found a bunch of her videos on YouTube called Mindset Reset.  They literally blew my mind. (I’m still finding pieces under the furniture)

Did I leave the coffee pot on?

One video was to keep track of all of the negative thoughts I have throughout the day.  I have hundreds, all worst case scenarios. No wonder I’m always stuck in flight or fight mode.  (emphasis on flight, except where my poor husband is concerned, then its fight all the way.)

If You Think it, You’ll Be it

Soap Bubbles of Terror

Apparently, according to her, the mind (and subsequently the body) reacts to negative imagery the same way it reacts to real events.  It doesn’t know the difference so responds accordingly. Which explains a lot in my life. All day long, every day, negative thoughts pop up like soap bubbles of terror. (Cool name for a band, by the way)  Did I leave the coffee pot on? (insert image of house going up in flames with accompanying heart racing). Did my Dad fall again while I’m at work and unable to pick him up? (Instant image of me walking in on something from a crime scene with accompanying heart racing.)  My sister, Kathy, ever the practical one, installed a nanny cam in his living room. Now my heart only races until the image pops up of him snoozing in his chair. 

Did someone say espresso?

These ideas and images go on all day and into the night. (hence the insomnia) When I get up multiple times during the night (those of you out there of a certain age know why), if I can make it back to bed without opening my eyes, I’m golden.  Stub one toe, hit my knee on the dresser, or trip over a dog, then it’s on. My brain pops awake like an overly caffeinated squirrel.  

Dad’s on the floor, the grant isn’t coming through, the cat is outside being murdered. (or doing the murdering usually), the tree outside the window is going to fall and kill us all.  My brain squirrels (also a cool name for a band) will happily keep me awake for hours. (with accompanying heart racing, of course.)

Oh Celexa, I Miss You So

I was on Celexa when Mom was alive. It was kind of nice living without the brain squirrels. (and it probably kept me out of prison for murder)  On Celexa I definitely didn’t feel the anxiety, but I also didn’t feel much of anything else either. While the lows definitely sucked, I missed feeling the highs.  I also missed being able to cry during “It’s a Wonderful Life.” I mean, come on. It’s inhuman if you don’t cry when Clarence gets his wings. I had to wean myself off of it due to 3 years of not being able to afford health care (and now having a 5000 dollar deductible because it’s the only one I can afford).

Look into my sad, sad eyes.

It’s nice to feel again.  Puppy commercials make me cry again.  Movies make me laugh again. The brain squirrels have taken over again.  According to Mel, all of this is learned behavior. If I can learn it, I can unlearn it.  I can’t fix something if I don’t know it exists. I am aware of it now (is that what the millennials refer to as “woke”, I wonder?)  I have taken the first steps in corralling the brain squirrels. After listening to all 34 of Mel’s videos on the way to work, I already feel calmer and less triggered. (Don’t get me wrong, I’m still triggered, just not reacting to said trigger with murderous intent.) It will be interesting if I can keep it up. 57 years of bad habits will be hard to change I realize, but I think I’m up for the challenge.

Anxiety, I know where you live and I’m coming for you.  (basically in my own brain, but you get the picture.)

The Last Day of Summer: August 22, 2019

The Harbinger of Autumn

When I was young, I made a seemingly weird discovery.  I realized that after weeks of hot, humid summer days, a huge thunderstorm would tear through (generally with accompanying tornados) and it would suddenly be cool and never as hot again.  (I’m sure there is a meteorological reason for this, but when you’re a kid it’s magic.) The dog days of Summer would be over, regardless of the date, never to return.

Some years would be more dramatic than others, but there was always that last thunderstorm, the harbinger of Autumn.

To people who live in the South, that’s a happy thing, an end to sweating and hiding inside with the air conditioning. Those of us from the North,  looking at months of winter snows, not so much. It’s taken 15 years, but I no longer fear the oncoming Autumn. I can actually appreciate it for its own sake now.

Most Exciting Board Meeting Ever

So, last week, during a Board Meeting at the Historic Ramsey House, the sky turned black when it should be light, the rain fell sideways in rippling banners and the Midwestern alarm bells went off in my head.  I encouraged the group to saunter (move very, very quickly) away from the windows of the Boardroom and into the inner, windowless hallway and Education Room. I don’t know if it was a small tornado, micro-burst or just a very unhappy cloud, but it took out some very large, very numerous trees in a very localized area. Trees fell all around us yet oddly, not a single branch hit the 222 year-old historic home. Getting home in the dark was fun what with power outages and trees in the road.  The poor Executive Director had to park at the Dollar General on the corner and walk home.

Well, Isn’t that Odd

I’ve noticed something funny since then, which made me remember the observations of my youth. The months of 90+ days with 100+ heat indexes have become highs of 75.  The weeks of scorching sun and no rainfall have become cool, cloudy mist-filled days. The geese are grouping up and heading out (in spite of my pleas to come back.) The fireflies and cicadas seem to have a desperation to their courting routines. (It’s now or never, baby) The intense Smoky Mountain emerald green forests are turning shades of yellow and red and littering my driveway with their tears. (Okay, the tears might be mine, but whatever.)  

Was all of this happening last week before the storm?  Probably. But it’s hard to get serious about Fall when you are hot and sweaty and sticking to the seat of your car.  Fall means business now, and Summer just got kicked to the curb.

Will there be more 90+ days? Of course, this is Tennessee after all.  It wouldn’t be a Vols game unless you were melting in the sun. But we all know now that the heat is not to be taken seriously.  I’ll still be found at the pool in the upcoming weeks. But the Earth and the constant commercial barrages of PSL’s (Pumpkin Spice Lattes for those of you living on Mars) are heralding the coming seasonal change whether we are ready or not. (Honestly, I am not. I never am. Ever.)

I know in my heart I will enjoy the lattes, and the pumpkin picking and the beautiful colors and the warm, cozy hygge feeling of all things Autumnal. But I still feel the need to mourn the Summer’s passing, all the same. Some things are just harder to let go than others.  And for me, Summer is one of the hardest.

The First Day of Spring: April 11th, 2019

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The Calendar Doesn’t always know when Spring will happen

If I don’t write this down I swear my brain will explode.  A day like today is the reason I moved to Tennessee and the Great Smoky Mountains. Today is April 11th and it’s the first day of Spring.

Every Spring the Synchronous Fireflies light up Elkmont Campground in the Smokies
Synchronous Fireflies at Elkmont

Have you ever noticed that each season there is one perfect day.  A day that epitomizes what it means to be Spring or Summer or Winter or Fall. A day that officially or unofficially for you starts the season off. Like this is the day the poets and songwriters had in mind when they wrote that poem or song. Today is that day.

I noticed it when I was bringing my Dad back from town after his lab tests. I was just looking around and suddenly realized it’s amazing out here! This is the reason I’ve always wanted to be a photographer or an artist. I feel the need to capture this perfect day before it slips away. The greens are indescribable (and yet I’m describing them) The vernal green here is pretty intense with just a hint of autumn colors to them. It’s as if they’re reminding us not to get too attached to Spring (Winter is coming) But not today.

this year april 11th was the perfect spring day

The Vernal Greens of Spring cover the mountains
Vernal Green

Today is the first day of Spring.  The mountains are soft and fuzzy. Covered in light green, dark green, lemon green, and blue green. Everyone will tell you when you’re trying to paint greens it’s really hard to get them just the way you want them. I think this is the reason why. There’re just so many different shades of green. In between all of the greens the dogwoods are blooming white, the pink red buds are poking up and there’s some kind of fuchsia colored trees everywhere.  Not sure what they are I need to look them up. (I’m leaning towards crepe myrtle)

spring has all the colors

Spring brings out the most colorful flowers of the year.
April Showers bring Spring Flowers

There’s crazy color every place you look. After the gray winter suddenly Spring just bursts out in every color imaginable. I look around and I’m struck, that’s not the right word, awestruck that’s it! Gobsmacked even. This is what spring is supposed to look like and feel like and smell like. I wish this blog post had smell-o-vision just to get it perfect. There are golfers out enjoying the morning. I wonder if they even notice how beautiful it is. For the first time this year we may even hit 80° today. (flashback to Aprils past in Michigan Ohio and New York often with feet of snow)

I really shouldn’t be complaining. Let’s be honest here. This past winter was not that bad. Literally just one day when it snowed in December and it melted by 3 o’clock. We did have a very wet winter this year, very floody. One day my 45 minute drive took 2 hours due to all the roads being underwater. But that still beat snow.

While I’m driving Dad home and thinking about how beautiful it is, my brain is overflowing with Springtime Wonder. The second I turn on my recorder for my drive to work, it goes as quiet as the Warner Brother’s frog. I had all of these ideas running around like rampant squirrels until I turned on the microphone. Whatever. It’ll all come back or I’ll think of something else.

Cardinal Flowers and Black Swallowtail

I’m just overwhelmed at all the beauty here. Red Cardinal Flowers, lavender phlox, yellow buttercups and white flea-bane line the sides of the road. I literally do not want to go to work today. I want to grab my camera and my paints and run away into the mountains where phones don’t work.

monet knew what he was doing

Willow at Monet’s Pond in Giverny

There’s a Willow tree ahead of me that’s just as perfect as a Monet painting. Even if I can’t capture the perfection of it I still want to try. The leaves are so delicate and wispy I want to just pull the car over right now and paint it. That would probably be hard to explain at work. Sorry I’m late, boss, the trees were begging me to paint them. I couldn’t say no.

This is why I moved from the North to Tennessee. Yes, we had days like this back home but rarely in April. Tennessee has four seasons all roughly three months long. Not six months of winter and the other seasons divided up among the other six. The beauty of Spring here is amazing.

The white and pink Dogwoods of Spring bloom throughout the area
White Dogwood

I should probably pull the car over and take a picture to prove that it’s actually real. But a picture can’t convey the smells and the sounds that accompany what’s happening around me. The silkiness of the air, the smell of the freshly turned Earth, birds by the hundreds filling the air with, well, birdsong apparently.

I don’t know, maybe it’s just the sunshine coming out after so much rain. But again we have had plenty of days this winter where it was warm and sunny. There’s just something about this day and how it has all come together so perfectly like the perfect Spring package

every season you should find your perfect day

Irises

So now I’m inspired to find the perfect day for all of the other seasons as well. I drive this route every day but today I woke up and realized everything is alive with color.

Summer traditionally is my favorite season. But in Tennessee Summer’s not very colorful unless you’re at the beach. The flowers in the mountains have died back, the leaves are pretty much a uniform dusty green, and humidity like a hot wet blanket covers the mountains. The wind barely moves here because Townsend is surrounded by mountains. There are days during the Summer you just beg for the smallest of breezes. I will find that perfect summer day, though, mark my words.

I’m taking the back roads along the river due to the many rock slides we’ve had this Winter due to heavy rains. It’s a prettier drive but more hazardous because of all the bicyclists. They hate it if you come around a curve and run them over. So I’ll go slow and have more time to appreciate the beauty.

The Little River is at its best in the Spring
The Little River

Even the Little River is a beautiful Caribbean blue today not the usual muddy brown. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this color before. I’m hoping it’s just because it’s Spring not because of pollution. Right now it’s so clear for you can actually see the rocks on the bottom. Makes it much easier for the people to see the fish. I mean for the the fish to see the people. Smoky Mountain trout are notoriously hard to catch. The River is free of tubers at the moment (the tourist kind not the potato kind) so you can get a lovely unobstructed view.

welcome to the peaceful side

It’s so beautiful I’m at a loss for words (and yet I keep writing) Sometimes the English language just doesn’t have the right words that will work. Perhaps I’ll create one. There’s wisteria hanging all over the hill. So beautiful, so parasitic. The Summer homes are still closed and there’s a spring nearby where you can get fresh water. It’s been here for as long as anyone can remember. My boss is so lucky I’m coming in today

Tubing at the Wye in Townsend

This is why the tourists come here to the Peaceful Side of the Smokies. (must not run over the Tourists on bikes) There’s a reason we don’t have all the stores and restaurants and entertainment like Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg (think Canadian side of Niagara Falls without the Falls) People here like it quiet. Many who stay here are more interested in the natural beauty and activities like hiking, biking (get out of my way bicyclist) tubing, and horseback riding. If they want more touristy activities they just drive 20 minutes to Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg then come back to Townsend and enjoy the peace and quiet.

catch a dragon by the tail

The Tail of the Dragon

I pass by a line of Broncos (no, not the horses, the cars) on their way to the Dragon. It’s a stretch of road favored by motorcycles and tourists. I think it’s like 360 curves in 11 miles. (Fact Check: The Tail of the Dragon: an 11 mile stretch of Route 129 that contains 318 curves. Also known as Deals Gap.) Just the thought of it makes me nauseous. I’ve lived here 15 years and I’ve never gone once. I enjoy my stomach too much. But there may be some good places to paint along the way

Spring Pink Dogwood

There’s some pink dogwoods along the road. I’m still trying to figure out the best way to paint one and make it look surreal and realistic at the same time. Mine just pretty much come out looking like cartoon flowers.

I have arrived at work and I believe I’ve exhausted my brain squirrels with Springtime goodness. Thank you for coming along with me.  My boss has no idea how lucky she is that I’m here.

While you’re out and about, see if you can find your perfect Spring day and please tell me all about it! Time to get ready for Summer!

June 20, the last Sunset of Spring

Take Care of the Caregiver

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Take 5 Minutes to Care for Yourself

Being a caregiver can be fraught with peril. Think about it, care giver not care receiver. You are giving all day long. Children, spouses, parents, bosses, and even pets. You give care to everyone you come in contact with. Except for the one person who needs it the most, you.  

Your Pets are among those who need your care
How do you say no to that face?

So be your own caregiver. Do for yourself what you do for all of the other people in your life.  Even if you have to lock yourself in the bathroom or your car. You think, great idea but I don’t have the time for that. Well, guess what, you have more time than you think. Give yourself care in the margins of your life.

You Can Find The Time in Many Places

Give yourself some care when the little ones are napping
God Bless nap time

You’ll find out there are many opportunities for Me times during the day tucked away in the edges and pockets of your life. There is so much time we waste on video games, television, and texting. You can use the time while stuck in traffic or waiting in line to pick up your kids. You can make time for yourself while your parent or child is napping or after everyone else is in bed. Or before they get up. (never an option in my book)   

Instead of playing games on your phone (unless that is your Me time) or answering emails (they can always wait) you can carve out a few minutes for yourself.  If worse comes to worst, you can lock yourself in the bathroom. If you have to hide from the kids and the pets, do it. (though the cat will try to stick her paws under the door.)

So, here’s the plan. At least once a day for the next 31 days do something nice for yourself for 5 to 10 minutes. (We’re starting off with baby steps.) Put down the phone, close the laptop, or turn off the TV. Go someplace with no internet.

Find your own phone free zone

Find a no electronic zone for the best self care

I live in the Great Smoky Mountains in Tennessee. Once you pass the entrance sign, it doesn’t matter which phone service you have, you cannot hear me now. You are free from phone, texts, and interruptions.  In the Smokies you are out of contact and it’s glorious, like living in the 90s again. (Sue me, I loved the 90s. You could drive all day and not get a single phone call)

Granted that can be problematic if you have car trouble on Cades Cove Loop. It may be a while until the Park Rangers show up. But luckily 30,000 people visit the park every day so someone is bound to find you. So bring some snacks and drinks just in case.  No tuna subs, though. Bears love those.

Just think about it, no texting, no internet, no googling. It’s just you, nature and that bear standing behind you.

Make a self Care travel bag for your car

Carry a self care bag with you in your car for a quick pick me up.

When you finally find a few minutes to yourself make sure you have the tools you need nearby. Make a Self Care bag for yourself or someone you love and keep it in your car for quick pick me ups. Everyone’s needs are different so what you put in your Tool Kit will vary. Also, if you’re making it for someone else, make sure they don’t have allergies.

My god all the tingles!

Here are some ideas for your bag: A stuffed animal if you need a hug. Chapstick, Face wipes, Scented Hand Lotion, tissues, and your favorite Essential oil. A Small notebook and pen for jotting down your thoughts. Your Favorite perfume, a bottle of water and Protein bars or snacks. And if you want the ultimate in tingly pleasure you need a Scalp massager (I love these!!)

5 Minutes of Self Care

There are different types of self-care. These are a few of the main categories with examples you can use in 5 to 10 minutes of Me time

1.Physical

Happiness in a glass

Read one chapter of a book~Sit with your eyes closed and do nothing~ Dance or Sing~Show up 5 mins early, sit in your car and relax~Color a page~Put on your favorite perfume ~Pop bubble wrap~Take off your shoes and rub your feet~Read a magazine~Massage your scalp and hands~Shave your legs~Lotion your hands or feet~Have a glass of wine~Eat Dark Chocolate~Eat water dense food like watermelon~Drink a warm beverage~ Drink a glass of ice water with lemon or cucumber

2. Emotional

Make a list of things that make you happy~Forgive someone who wronged you~Write down 3 things you are grateful for~ Free Write in a journal~Play your favorite song ~ Cry ~ Write 3 nice things about yourself ~Write down your anxieties~ Write down a mistake or regret then forgive yourself

3. Social

Send someone a nice text~Watch a funny YouTube or Reddit post~Delete 10 emails

4. Spiritual

Pray~Talk to your Angels ~Stargaze~ Be alone ~Stretch ~Meditate ~Take 3 deep breaths slowly

5. Environmental

Open a window and breathe ~Make your bed Then Lie Down ~Turn off your phone or TV ~Close your laptop ~Light a scented candle~ Smell lavender oil or citrus ~Throw away 1 thing ~Sit on the Porch and just listen ~Warm up your PJs for 5 mins in a dryer then put them on

These are just a handful of ways that you can take care of yourself. Please, comment below with your favorite ways!!

Parkinson’s and Delusions

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Elephants in the Basement

Pink elephants, the ultimate of delusions

If you spend any amount of time with a person with Dementia you may start to doubt your own sanity.  Or at least question everything you think you know about reality.

My mother had quite a cast of characters in the ever-evolving  play happening in her head

The delusions started, in my opinion, shortly after having her horrible teeth pulled for dentures.  She had to be completely sedated so she wouldn’t move during the procedure. About a week later she started seeing teeth in her food. It would usually be the oatmeal or chicken soup that would set it off. She’d see the teeth in the food and refuse to eat it. And I would have to make her something else. We didn’t think much of it at the time as we figured it was just her remembering the dental surgery. But as time went on it got worse.

Children are common delusions, especially among women

I’ve noticed that the delusions that occur in many women with dementia have a theme. Children running up and down the stairs or getting into the bed with them is quite common. I would try to convince her she was just hearing squirrels on the roof. She would look at me with disdain and say, “so you’re saying I don’t know the difference between a child and a squirrel.”   She had me there. Just because I didn’t see them didn’t necessarily mean they weren’t there. So I told them to settle down and stop running around so much.

There was the family that lived in her bathroom.  She felt they should be paying rent. I agreed.

Is Woody a delusion, a squatch or maybe just a wood spirit

One other visitor made frequent visits.  His name was Woody or the Green Man. He would hang out in the shadows of the trees and keep an eye on things.  Woody was quite tall, green complected and covered with leaves. He never spoke, just watched the house. Not too creepy. She liked him though. Maybe there’s Squatches keeping an eye on the house.  We are in the mountains, it could happen. Then I found some lore about the Green Man, a nature spirit. I showed her the picture and she’s like, “Yup, that’s him.” Now I’m really freaked out. “Woody came by last night. He didn’t stay long.” she’d say. “That’s nice. Tell him I said hello.” “Okay, let’s play Words with Friends.” And we’d move on.

You realize this isn’t the only DIMENSION, right?

String Theory in Physics suggests that there are multiple universes all around us.  Who’s to say that these dimensions can’t be glimpsed by those who are open to it.  

Recently my father’s nurse told me how when her grandmother was nearing the end of a long bout of cancer and heavily drugged she’d request a day off just so she could be lucid for a while.  She was a nurse as well and understood what was happening. They would talk about various things, seen and unseen.

The Other 5th Dimension

One day her grandmother looks her dead in the eye and says, “You realize this isn’t the only dimension, right?  There’s the 4th and 5th one after we leave here.” Dad’s nurse looks at her and says “What? What do you mean?” “I just didn’t want you to worry about me,” she replied.  Then she suddenly looked around, startled, like she’d realized what she had just said. “Oh shoot, forget what I just said. You weren’t supposed to know that.” No amount of prodding would get her to clarify further.  Just makes you wonder, doesn’t it?

My favorite of all the delusions were the elephants in the neighbor's basement

I remember one day sitting on the porch.  Mom looks at me and says, “The elephants were out again last night.” Without missing a beat I reply, “Really, how many?”  “Only 2, the little one stayed in the basement.’’ “Whose basement?” “The neighbors, they keep them inside during the day so they stay out of trouble.” “Interesting”  “Yep, that’s why their garden is so nice, all the elephant poop.” “Well, that’s convenient. Wanna play Trivia Crack?” “Sounds good.” Apparently, the neighbors always waited until I had left to let the elephants out.  Very thoughtful.

Sometimes you’re not crazy

Sometimes it's not a delusion

One day she looks at me and says, “The baby was crying outside my window last night.” “Really?” “Yeah, for about 10 minutes. I yelled at Dad to bring it in, but he didn’t hear me.”  “Well, that’s troubling.” “It finally wandered away towards Wayne’s house. It stands outside my window every night.  It’s very annoying. Someone should feed it or something.”

Later that day I run into Wayne. He says that our other neighbor’s wife, who had stroke-related dementia (and burned her last house down, so they’re renting next door now) had gotten out of the house while her husband was at work. (He works the night shift.  She’s usually asleep by then and doesn’t normally notice.) She woke up and couldn’t find him and became frightened. Then she went outside to look for him and became disoriented. She had been to my parents’ house before so tried to wake them apparently.

Wayne found her wandering around the cul de sac, crying, and brought her back home. It would happen several times a week. She would go to my parents’ house first then Waynes if Dad didn’t wake up.  Her husband finally decided to get her a night caretaker after she fell down an 80-foot ravine. A few weeks later Mom told me the baby doesn’t cry outside her window anymore.

Initially, in spite of the doctor’s warning that I couldn’t change her reality, I still felt I had to try.  This woman is intelligent, has more degrees than shoes and knows the difference between what’s real and imaginary, dammit. I would get so frustrated with her. “Why can’t you see what I’m seeing? It’s right in front of you.” She’d be like, “why aren’t you seeing what I’m seeing?”  It was easier to agree with her sometimes which made me feel a little guilty. It felt like allowing her to maintain her fantasy world was keeping her from being able to join the actual one.  But who’s to say hers wasn’t better. Then one day I saw it too.

Sometimes you see it too

One day, we went down off the mountain at my old trailer we call the Annex. She named it. We thought it was weird, now we can’t think of it as anything else. She liked to come down to Townsend as it’s relatively flat and she liked to putter around the yard without the fear of rolling away.

Sometimes delusions can actually be based in reality

She looked at me and said, “Why is that man dancing with that boy?  It’s so inappropriate.” I looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a 3-foot tall man dancing with a 2-foot tall boy.  After a moment’s freak out, I blinked a few times and realized I was looking at a bird bath in the neighbor’s yard. It was supported by seahorses.  The shadows of the seahorses created the shapes of the dancers.

That’s when I finally understood. Many of her delusions were real objects. She just couldn’t get to the next step of seeing past the initial illusion.  It was like living inside one of those Magic Eye paintings. Once you see it, you can’t unsee it.

I understood her delusion when I saw the golden man under the tree

“There’s a golden man under that tree.”  Yes, there was. I could see him. Then it became sunlight on sycamore leaves.

“Why is there a Chinese Man sitting on Wayne’s fence?”  For the life of me, I couldn’t unsee the man. I just couldn’t figure out what I was actually seeing.   I finally had to go over to Wayne’s house to see that it was a pail of flowers next to a step ladder.

Just Because You’re Crazy Doesn’t Mean It Isn’t Real

We live in the Great Smoky Mountains, near Cades Cove, a favorite tourist destination.  We often have our lunch in this little, out of the way cemetery near the Visitor Center.  It’s quiet and peaceful and most of the tourists just drive by.

“We have to move the car.  There’s Indians in the trees”. I checked to make sure it wasn’t bears. They love Subway tuna sandwiches. “Don’t worry about the Indians. They’re just keeping an eye out.” “Probably watching those deer heading for the car, they want in.” , she replied. “Mmm-hmm, just eat your sandwich.” “No, seriously, the deer want in the car.” “There’s plenty of room in the back seat with me. Don’t worry about it.  The Indians are taking care of …”

Cades Cove deer, not a delusion

That’s when the doe stuck her head in my window and grabbed my sandwich. Apparently, Mom had been watching them sneak up on the car in the side view mirror. Just because you’re crazy doesn’t mean things aren’t out there.

To be completely honest, once I realized that I could see what she was seeing, it made the delusions easier to deal with.  Sometimes I would just run with it, sometimes I could redirect her to see what was really there. It helped with her anxiety.  

Just Roll with it

The doctors will tell you not to argue over what they see and hear.  You will not change their mind. Ever. Everything they see and feel is 100% real to them.  Just as everything you see and feel is real to you. And let’s be honest, which one of us really understands what reality truly is.  We all live in a Matrix of our own choosing. Just watch the news for 15 minutes then ask yourself how so many people can be so wrong and out of touch.  The problem is, they’re thinking the same thing about you. Each of us perceives the world through our own experiences and no two people are alike.

Sometimes it is easy to explain away what dementia patients are hearing and seeing. Sometimes you just have to run with it. Who’s to say at the end of our lives, when our brains are most open to all possibilities, we can’t sometimes get a glimpse beyond our own reality.

I gotta go. Woody is stopping by later.

15 Easy Acrylic Painting Techniques for Beginners

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When I turned 48, I decided it was finally time to pursue my lifelong dream to learn how to paint. I had always wanted to learn. I always loved drawing, photography and crafting but they never satisfied the itch to paint.

A local artist, Jeremy Doss, decided to start teaching Oil Painting and I jumped at the chance. I remember telling him, “If I really suck at this just tell me and I’ll leave.” He laughed and said, “If I can teach a pigeon-toed man to dance, I can teach you to paint.” I was hooked.

So You Think You Can’t Paint?

Painted by Someone with Natural Talent

Anyone can paint. Most people think you have to be born with natural talent. Granted, that is helpful, but not completely necessary. It may come easier for them, that’s all. A concert violinist doesn’t just pick up a violin and play Carnegie Hall the next day. There are thousands of hours of practice in between. The same is true for painting. Once you know the right notes, you practice, practice, practice and voila, you’re an artist.

I started my Art Education with Oils. I do love Oil Painting, but I don’t love the waiting. Oils can take weeks to cure. I’m an instant gratification kind of person, nobody’s got time for that.

Give Acrylics A Chance

7 Mile Beach, very Water Toney

So, I decided to give Acrylics a try. They are the new kids on the block, having been developed in the 1940s. Acrylics have the flexibility of acting like Watercolors or Oils, depending on how you use them. They do dry fast, sometimes too fast. (There are ways to slow it down, but don’t worry about that now.) They come in the same colors I love in my palette. I started out using Jeremy’s palette of colors and over time developed my own. You’ll do the same. I realized, after months of hating the horrible colors in my paintings, that I just hate earth tones. I’m more water tones. (I’m not sure that’s a thing, but it should be)

So, I am going to show you 15 of the most common techniques used in Acrylic Painting. Mix and match these techniques to create anything your heart desires. I have some quick paintings you can practice with already. I’ll be adding the rest shortly. I’ve included some YouTube Videos to help clarify, as well. Don’t forget to practice, practice, practice!

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Acrylic Techniques

These techniques were used to Paint a Beautiful Galaxy

A Beautiful Galaxy

1. Dabbing – Dabbing is exactly as it sounds. Take a bristle brush or a sponge, either a natural one or the kind you do your dishes with, dip it into the paint and dab it around the canvas. This technique is good for leaves and bushes and places where you need some texture. Dabbing Video

2. Stippling – Stippling is very similar to Dabbing. It is the process of taking a thin brush and making dots or specks in places you need more shading or texture. When you use various colors, you can even create a picture with it. The style known as Pointillism is based on stippling. Stippling Video

3. Splatter – This is the most fun technique in my opinion. Great for making stars and fireflies. Cinnamon, the Art Sherpa’s, video shows it better than anyone I know.

4. Drybrush – As it implies, you dip the brush in paint then wipe it off on a paper towel leaving just a hint of paint. Then you brush it in places where you want just a touch of color. Drybrush Video

These techniques were used to create an Abstract Acrylic Ocean

5. one stroke – you dip your brush or palette knife into 2 different colors and let them mix naturally on the canvas. One Stroke Video

6. texture/impasto – using your palette knife, lay on the paint like spackle. leaving chunks and texture and great effects Impasto Video

7. Palette knife – the palette knife makes great edges., tree trunks, branches, fence posts and anything that needs a more precise look. It’s also great for making abstract paintings. Palette Knife video

These techniques were used to make Candles in the Night

Candles in the Night

8. Layering – The beauty of Acrylics is that you can add layers on top of layers to create depth and effects that mimic Oil paintings. You work from back to front. In this case the glow around the candles came first and the details and highlights are last. Layers Video

9. Glazing – like layering, but using a thinner, translucent coat of paint. This changes the tone or value of your colors and allows the colors underneath to shine through. Glazing Video

10. Detailing – adding in the details to create a more realistic painting versus abstract Detailing Video FYI Chuck Black is amazing and has all the videos and techniques you could ever want. That’s how I painted these Candles in the first place.

11. Blending/Scumbling – Acrylics are tougher to blend than oils as they dry quicker. But if you do it while they are still damp, you can achieve some excellent results. Scumbling uses the brushes you have that have seen better days. I generally refer to them as my squidgy brushes. Do not throw them away! They make awesome leaves and grass. Blending Video

These techniques were used to make Hamlin Beach, lake ontario

Hamlin Beach, Lake Ontario

12. Wash – a thin layer of paint mixed with a lot of water to add a wash of color to your background. An excellent way to remove the glaring white of your canvas and set the tone. Wash Video

13. Underpainting – After your Wash is done, you use a Q-tip to draw in your highlights (by removing the paint) and outline your objects. You also use a darker color to map out your shadows Underpainting Video

14. Color blocking – The first step generally where you cover your canvas with paint. This is where you can get your painting mapped out and make your mistakes. Think of it like coloring in your painting so you know where to add details. And it’s totally okay to color outside the lines. Blocking In Video

15. Monochrome – It is a painting with only one or two colors. You wipe away paint to create highlights in your picture. Monochromes are good for practicing because you have fewer colors to keep track of. Monochrome Video

Every painting you do will involve at least one of these techniques unless someone comes up with something new. Do not be afraid to make mistakes! How else are you supposed to learn? The beauty of Acrylics is that if you don’t like something you can just paint over it and start again. Now get out there and start painting!

Parkinson’s and Stress

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Without stress, my life would be empty.

A No-Tailed Cat in a Room Full of Rockers

Stress? If stress burned calories, I’d be a supermodel.  I am one of those people who can find a dozen worst-case scenarios for any situation.  Granted I’m also pretty good at coming up with solutions when the fecal matter impacts the rotating oscillator.

Sadly though, for all the time and energy devoted to worrying, most of it goes to waste.  Doesn’t really stop me from stressing though.

William Wordsworth, worrying

Oddly enough, stress is not just a 21st-century problem.  In the poem, “The World is Too Much With Us”, by William Wordsworth, he stressed about how we’re so busy buying and selling and racing around we forget how to see the beauty around us. And that was 200 years ago.  I can only imagine how he’d react today.

Here’s an excellent example of how I generally let stress take over my life.  No matter that I’ve been going to the dentist for decades, it is still an event that is filled with peril.

For example, I will spend the week (or month) before a dentist’s visit dreading it. I try to come up with any excuse to pick up the phone and postpone (read that cancel indefinitely) it.  Eventually, I force myself to follow through with it and guess what, the fear is all in my head. There’s no pain, no trauma, no drama.  (in between visits I always seem to forget I have an awesome dentist.)  It took the pain of two bad teeth to bring me in willingly.  Guess what? It was awesome! I am pain-free and able to chew with impunity.

Happy Anniversary?

If there was a first prize for the most stress-filled day, my last Anniversary would have won it hands down.

The only thing I wanted to do was to spend the afternoon with my daughter and her friend at the Market Square Holiday Bazaar (they were ringing the bell for the Salvation Army) and have a nice, quiet dinner with my daughter and my husband.  It was going to be the high point of a rather dull week.

Two days before my anniversary I get a phone call from one of my Old People Posse, Wilma. (I collect old people like Pokemon cards.) This tiny, sweet, 90-year-old widow wanted to go to see the Nutcracker and needed me to drive her. Of course it is on Saturday, my anniversary.

The Devil on my shoulder immediately says, “Oh, hell no”.  Then the stupid, meddling angel sitting on my other shoulder goes, don’t be a jerk, (though jerk wasn’t precisely what I was thinking).  “The play is from 2-4. You’ll have plenty of time to get Downtown, the Bazaar doesn’t end til 6.” Sometimes I really hate that angel.  So with much trepidation, I agree.

Then the hampster ball of stress sets in and starts rolling.

1-Oh crap, I have to drive her bigass whale of a Caddy in actual traffic.  I’ve seen cruise ships smaller than this thing.  Maybe I can throw her into the front seat of my Dodge Sport pickup, she can’t weigh more than 80 pounds. And she probably won’t break, right?

2-Will I be able to leave the other member of my Old People Posse, an 85-year-old man with Alzheimer’s Disease by 11? It sometimes takes a while to get out of there because he tends to cling to my arm.  (He holds onto me like Rose holds a floating door.) That would give me about 15 minutes to run home, change my clothes, grab something to eat, feed the dog, let out the cat, check the mail, get some gas and get to the last two in the Posse, my parents.

Stress Hamster

3-Can I get away from my Mother by 12:45? Mom has this funny habit of suddenly needing a drink, a snack, a trip to the bathroom, or anything else she can think of just as I get ready to leave every. single. day.  This after hours of, “You need anything? Nope, I’m good”. That will give me enough time to drive back to Wilma’s and slowly, ever so slowly walk her out to the waiting vehicle.

4-If we leave the Theater by 4:15, will I have enough time to drive her home and then drive 45 miles in the opposite direction back to Knoxville?

5-What if there’s traffic? Or a parade? Or a funeral procession?

6-Will my new phone, which has cheaper payments and unlimited everything be ready by then? Yes, in the midst of all this my husband was planning on picking up some new shiny phones with unlimited everything.

7-Repeat (Especially when I’m trying to go to sleep)

This is the litany that plays over and over in my head until the morning of my Anniversary.  The stress builds to apocalyptic levels.

(Cue dramatic music…) And then Saturday arrives…

It takes every ounce of willpower to get out of my warm, comfortable bed.  I just can’t face the cold and the dark knowing it’s going to be one of those days.

I decided to get my outfit together before I leave, save some time later.  My black skinny jeans will be perfect. After a fruitless search, I give up. They are nowhere to be found.  I don’t have time to search for them. I’ll look for them later and race out the door.

The escape from my 85-year-old gentleman goes pretty well.  I sneak out while he’s sleeping and get home with some time to spare.  This just might work out after all.  Still can’t find the black jeans so I go for the blue. Minor problem solved.  (I do find them 3 days later in with my shirts, go figure)

Mom

The escape from my parent’s house goes well, also. I anticipate her stalling tactics and head her off at the pass and actually leave 10 minutes earlier than I planned.  All of that worrying was for nothing I think to myself.

I arrive at Wilma’s home in plenty of time. Then the day goes pear-shaped

It’s time to head to the theater and she’s not ready yet.  Which sweater should she wear? Which necklace should she wear? Do you have the tickets I ask? No, her friend will give them to us there. Her friend’s husband and daughter are dancing and she had extra tickets.  I can feel my blood pressure rising with every passing minute.

Caddy

I lead her out to the whale.  I’ll just drive slow, I think. Turns out the Caddy is totally fun to drive. Like driving down the road in a couch.  Another worry shot down.

Due to the massive amounts of people already at Clayton Center for the Arts we are forced to park in the back lot of Maryville College.  Once she’s safely deposited into her wheelchair, we sprint past others who are slowed down by walkers.  We arrive at the theater with 5 minutes to spare.  And no sign of her friend with the tickets.

We leave a message on her voice mail, we roll past the throng waiting in line to go in, no sign of her.  The lights flash to take your seats, theater employees ask if we need help, trying to move us along, my blood pressure has reached what I think are dangerous levels, and suddenly, like an angel from the Land of Sweets, Wilma’s friend appears tickets in hand.

We take our seats and relief washes over me like a tidal wave.

Mouse King

Ah, blissful relief, we made it in time, the show will be fantastic. Then Sasquatch sits down in front of me. He had to have been at least six foot four and I swear I saw satellites orbiting his head.   I spend the first act leaning to the left to peer at the half of the stage I could see over his meaty shoulder. It’s cool though, the mice freak me out. Rather dark for a children’s tale I think.

During intermission, Wilma’s friend leaves to get her daughter ready for the Arabian dance and I slip into her seat.  Ah, bliss.  So that’s what the stage looks like. Very nice.  Then a woman sits down in front of me with her jumping, coughing, completely bored 2-year-old.  (Who was the spitting image of Cindy Lou Who)

Still beats Sasquatch right?  Well, apparently no one had ever explained to this woman that having all of your hair piled a foot high on top of your head might make it difficult for the people behind you to see.  At least her head was thinner than Squatch’s.  I lean left or right to see, depending on which side the 2-year-old isn’t jumping on.

Mercifully they leave when the 2-year-old won’t stop crying.  (She never really recovered from the fight with the Mouse King.) And we watch the rest of the ballet in peace.

Now, the only thing to do is fight the crowd, get out of the door, race to the car, get Wilma safely back home and drive 45 minutes to Knoxville.  It’s only 4:15 we can do this.  I’m only feet from the exit…

(Cue trumpet: wah wah waaah)

“Can we go say hello to my friend’s husband and daughter and tell them what a great job they did?”, Wilma asks.  The rational side of my brain thinks, “Well, it would be the right thing to do.”  The stressed-out, freaked-out side thinks, “Oh hell no!”.  I just want to sit down and cry.

So, of course, we go say hello. All of my careful plans fold like a house of cards.  We take pictures and mingle and chat. We leave at 5 o’clock.

Like Elsa, I decide to just let it go.  And the relief it gives me is overwhelming.  I text my daughter and tell her it’s going to be a while. She says don’t rush, I’m not missing anything.  I bring Wilma home, tell her I had a great time and head to Knoxville with my husband.

And Then…

Oh my God, there was a freaking parade! So we had to go around the other way.  And yes, the new phones don’t work in the mountains so they’re going back.  But, you know what? I just let it go.

I met up with my daughter (the one on the left), and we shopped while my husband drove back to the phone store. Our original phones won’t work until the SIM cards can be brought over from another store and installed. I look forward to a day of no phone contact. It’ll give me a chance to de-stress from this one. We had a great dinner at Nama’s. We shared some wine and laughs about her stressful day, too.  And the Bazaar will be going on next week also. My headache clears and my blood pressure lowers.  In spite of the stress and the freaking huge minor inconveniences, it was a good night.

I’m still not sure if all that worry was helpful or hurtful. (I’m leaning towards hurtful.)  I accomplished a lot in a very short time.  But maybe it’s time to rethink how much time I spend worrying.  Maybe make it a New Year’s Resolution. I’ll worry about it later.

Today I’m feeling great, not a care in the world.  Though I must admit, that sky is looking a little funny.

All the Tools You Need to Start Acrylic Painting

Monet’s Pond in Giverny

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Acrylic Paints are a fun, versatile and very forgiving medium to start painting with. There are no mistakes, you just paint over it and move on.

I started learning how to paint with Oils at the age of 48. I love Oil Painting, don’t get me wrong, but it wasn’t satisfying my need for speed. It can take weeks for an Oil Painting to dry and cure and I don’t have that kind of patience.

That’s when my mind turned to Acrylic Painting. Acrylics were developed in the 1940s and have slowly made their way into becoming a medium “real” artists can use. They dry much quicker than Oils, generally within 15 minutes, faster if you’re outside. (There are mediums you can add to the paint to slow it down, but personally, I’ve never used them.) The range of colors and brands available now equal that of Oils. You can develop any palette that suits your needs.

As I said in, 15 Acrylic Techniques, my choice of colors has changed over the last 10 years. I started using the same colors as my teacher, Jeremy Doss, but over time evolved to a less earthy more watery theme.

Use this post as a starting point. Then as you paint and practice you will see what works best for you. The sky is the limit. (and the clouds and the happy trees…) I’ve also created a printable checklist you can bring to your favorite craft and hobby store. You’ll find it in my Library Resource section. So, lets begin!

The Paints You Need, and the Ones You Want

Windsor Newton Water Soluble Oil Paint

This is the range of Oil Colors that I first started with, which oddly enough is Jeremy’s color choice. I found everything I needed between Winsor Newton and Rembrandt brands: Ultramarine Blue, Cobalt Blue, Cerulean Blue, Alizarin Crimson, Terra Rosa, Yellow Ochre Pale, Viridian, Sap Green, Cadmium Red Dark and Cadmium Red , Cadmium Yellow Light, Lemon Yellow and Titanium White (which is a bright, opaque, slightly bluish white great for mixing.) These colors will make any color you can dream of. Literally, any color.

I eventually realized I hate really disapprove of Earth Tones. Some people make amazing paintings with them. Jeremy being one of them. I am not that person. I like Water Tones, the colors of Florida and Santa Fe. Turquoise, pinks, tropical colors. So I took out the Terra Rosa and Yellow Ochre and replaced them with Permanent Rose and Turquoise. (I will use Burnt Sienna instead if a brown is called for though.) I am much happier now.

Just a sidebar on the Cadmiums. They are hazardous to your health over a long time if they get absorbed into your skin, so wearing gloves or hand protection is a good idea. Think of all the artists from the past who were a little crazy (Van Gogh will lend you an ear) They may have been a little wacky, to begin with, but I’m sure the poisonous paints didn’t help. There are plenty of colors you can switch out with the Cadmiums if you are worried about it, though.

No Black for Monet!

Notice the absence of Black. You do not need Black in general. When painting landscapes there are dozens of darks you can mix that will give you a beautiful shadow and not leave a black hole in the middle of your painting. Speaking of black holes, I generally use black as my background when doing space paintings if that’s your thing.

Even Monet had a problem with black. In his early years he used a lot of dark colors, but as time went on he lightened up a lot.

When asked about the colors he used in his paintings, Monet replied, “As for the colors I use, what’s so interesting about that? I don’t think one could paint better or more brightly with another palette. The most important thing is to know how to use the colors. Their choice is a matter of habit. In short, I use white lead, cadmium yellow, vermilion, madder, cobalt blue, chrome green. That’s all.”

Supposedly, Monet was so adamant against using black that when he died, his friend Georges Clemenceau refused to allow them to put a black sheet over his coffin. “No! No black for Monet !” and had it replaced with a flowered material.

These Are the Acrylic Equivalents

So with some trial and error, I have found an Acrylic equivalent to my Oil palette. I generally go with Liquitex Basics and Master’s Touch because I am cheap and Hobby Lobby and Michael’s have awesome sales and coupons. All these colors can still be found in Winsor’s Galleria brand which will be my next step I think.

These are the colors I use from Liquitex Basics, notice it is essentially blue, red, green and yellow, with white for mixing.

  1. Ultramarine Blue
  2. Cerulean Blue
  3. Alizarin Crimson
  4. Transparent Oxide Red
  5. Viridian
  6. Deep Green (Instead of Sap Green)
  7. Cadmium Red Medium (Instead of Cad Red)
  8. Cadmium Yellow Light   
  9. Titanium White

These Colors can be bought farther down the road. They give you a deeper range of color choices.

  1. Cobalt Blue
  2. Burnt Sienna (Instead of Terra Rosa)
  3. Cadmium Red Dark

These are the colors I use from Masters Touch (also not necessary to start with but fun to have)

  1. Lemon Yellow
  2. Medium Magenta (Instead of Permanent Rose)
  3. Turquoise
  4. Yellow ochre (if you like Earth Tones)

A Brush, A Brush, My Kingdom for a Brush

There are many different brushes you can use with Acrylic Painting. Round, Bright, Filbert, Flat, and Fan are just a few. Each one gives you different effects and it’s fun exploring what they can do.

I love collecting brushes, I have dozens. I use 4. Just like paints, a few brushes can do the work of many. And as I mentioned before, I’m cheap. Why buy 4 bushes when 1 will do. Doesn’t stop me from buying more when they’re on sale though.

My go to brushes are Filbert, Flat, Round, and Palette Knife. Yes, your palette knife doubles as a brush. It makes lovely tree trunks, fence posts and sharp edges. With the brushes, you have a choice of natural or synthetic. You’ll eventually decide which one you like. I find that if it’s labeled for Acrylic Painting it’ll work fine, regardless. They come in a variety of sizes from the smallest 0 (or 0000 even) to the largest at 24 The bigger the painting you are creating, the bigger the brush you’ll need. I find brushes between 6 and 12 are perfect for up to a 24″ canvas.

These Are Good Brushes To Start With

  1. 2″ Wash Brush
  2. Filbert – #8, #10, #12
  3. Flat – #6, #10
  4. Round – #4, #8
  5. Liner – #10/0 (Which means 0000000000, nice and thin)
  6. Palette Knife – 3.5″ Multi-Angle and Diamond Shape

All the Fun Tools and Goodies That Go With Them

Now that you have your Paints and Brushes, it’s time to put them to work. These next items will make your Acrylic Painting journey much easier.

Acrylics are water based so you will need a container to hold water and rinse your brushes. I use a plastic brush washer bucket from Hobby Lobby.

Sponges, Q-tips and Viva Paper Towels are also very handy. Viva holds up much better than the rest, I even use them for Oil Painting. You can make some neat special effects with sponges and draw with the Q-tips.

You’ll need a place to put your paints like a Plastic or Glass Palette (or even a plastic disposable plate, Acrylics are not fussy)

There are many choices for paint surfaces as well. You can paint on inexpensive cotton or the more professional linen canvas, wood panels and even rocks. If you want something good to practice on there are also pads of canvas paper you can buy.

You should also pick up an easel as well. There are some nice tabletop ones available if you don’t have space. I tend to paint on a lap desk or art drawing board out on my porch.

When you are finished with your paintings, they will need to be sealed. It will keep the painting clean and bright and make your colors really pop. I like Liquitex Soluvar Satin Varnish. Glossy is too shiny and Matte is boring. Satin is a nice in-between.

The Tools of the Trade

  1. Water Container
  2. Natural sponges
  3. Q-Tips
  4. Viva Paper Towels
  5. Glass or Plastic Palette
  6. Canvas/Canvas Paper Pad
  7. Easel/Lap Desk
  8. Varnish

And that, my friend, is the beginning of your Acrylic Journey. Over time you will develop your own kit. Please let me know if you find anything fun that I can add to mine.

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Parkinson’s and Regret

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The Rooster in the Hen House

Don't be the chicken of regret.

I regret many things about my Mother’s journey with Parkinson’s Disease. Instead of living out her Golden Years traveling and enjoying life, she became homebound and afraid of strangers. I regret that she isn’t going to get to know her Great-Granddaughter, Emma, who’s a firecracker like she was. I regret that I wasn’t more patient and understanding with her. But the one thing I regret most of all is that she never had a chance to enter the rooster crowing contest at the Great Smoky Mountains Heritage Center’s Blue Ribbon Country Fair.  

Parkinson’s stole everything from Mom. It robbed her of her quick wit, her love of hiking and eventually it even took away her ability to care for herself.

Time to Get Big and Loud

Parkinson’s slowly robbed Mom of her voice. (Not always a bad thing, mind you). The hospital nearby had just created a program called Big and Loud.  It’s a fun series of therapeutic exercises designed to help Parkinson’s patients regain their voices and mobility. It would have been an amazing program for her. Sadly, her mobility had degenerated to such a degree that at that point it was physically impossible to get back and forth to the hospital.  The program was new and they didn’t do house calls.

So we had to come up with our own version of Big and Loud. Whenever she would get sick and end up in the hospital they would send a physical therapist home with her for about eight weeks. It was awesome as she liked Sandy, her physical therapist. Sandy was a local girl and didn’t put up with her baloney.

It Feels So Good When You Stop

Sandy left us a packet of exercises to do and we’d work it into our daily routine. I figured even a little bit of exercise is good. Even if it was just standing up and sitting down and walking side to side at the sink. At least it was something.  In the morning Mom’s hands would be cold and stiff so I’d give her a daily massage, which sometimes turns into four times or five times a day depending on how cold and damp it was. Mostly I’d just rub her hands, arms, and shoulders just to get the kinks out.

It was funny when she was laying down and I’d massage her legs because they were so stiff. She’d holler like I was torturing her (maybe I was, a little) but then yell at me to keep going.  It was one of those feels good when I stop situations but it did help release the knots in her muscles. That took care of the Big part of the equation.

Crow like Peter Returning to Neverland

We did come up with a solution for the Loud part, though. Every year the Heritage Center has a Blue Ribbon Fair with all of the sheep shearing, cast iron pan throwing and hog chasing you’d ever expect at a little Southern Country Fair.

One of the things Mom always wanted to do was participate in the rooster crowing contest. She would practice crowing for weeks as soon as the banners went up saying the Fair was coming. I figured the neighbors either thought we had a coop of chickens or were just plain crazy. It didn’t matter because she loved it. For someone who whispered all day long being able to crow like Peter Pan was a treat. At one point my daughter whispered to me, “Did Grandma have a stroke?”, after listening to Mom crowing to herself in the corner.

Every year I’d say, “If you’re feeling up to it, I’ll get you over there and you can enter the contest.” As the time for the Fair drew near, we would rehearse every day. We’d pick out her rooster crowing outfit, and look over the schedule of events to see what else would be fun to see and do at the fair.

Pack Up the Car, We’re Heading to the Fair

The day of the contest would arrive, and we would pack up the car and hit the Fair around 11 in the morning, her optimal moving around time. One thing you should know, we live about 2 miles from the Heritage Center. But no trip is complete without drinks, snacks, meds, a change of clothes and the wheelchair in the back. We would arrive with plenty of time to check out the crafts, the apple butter making and even watch the blacksmith for a while.

Sadly though, every year the contest was always later in the afternoon. Mom would be fine in the morning but by 2 o’clock she would be exhausted and her meds would have worn off. She would always be so tired and cranky we just couldn’t stay. I would tell her we could go home, take a nap and come back later, rested and ready to go. We always tried, but she just couldn’t make it back.

I will always regret that her body would always fail her when she needed it the most and she never got to show the world she could crow.

Parkinson’s and Guilt

I Am The Polar Bear

Don't let guilt keep you confined.

When my daughter was young there was a polar bear at the Roger Williams Zoo in Providence, Rhode Island.  They had just created this big beautiful polar bear habitat. All the bears were splashing, romping, doing polar bear things. All except for one. That bear would walk four paces, nod its head, turn, walk four paces, nod its head, turn, over and over and over again. Never deviating from its pattern. never joining the other polar bears.  

I later found out that the bear had been rescued from a small cage in Alaska where it spent the first 20 years of its life. It had spent so long pacing in a tiny cage that even when it was given the opportunity of more freedom he couldn’t stop.

I am the Polar Bear (Written April 2017)

I am the polar bear from Roger Williams Zoo. Here’s why.  Like the polar bear, I was frustrated at doing the same thing day in and day out for Mom. Showing up every day, knowing that she was getting a little bit worse and there wasn’t a single thing I could do to change it. I felt guilty all the time. I felt that if I wanted time away for myself, I’m letting Dad down. How could I go out and have fun when Mom’s trapped at home? And how could I leave Dad alone to take care of her? So, I would pass on whatever event was happening. It was my choice to decline, but I would be angry and frustrated about it. I just kept pacing in a cage that didn’t even exist.

Now that she is gone, I’m out and about and missing the small cage that had become our lives. There were so many times when she drove me so crazy I could have happily snapped her neck and tap-danced to the electric chair.  I’d give anything to hear her whine at me one more time.

It’s Scary Out There Without My Cage

Slowly I’m getting out and about, leaving my cage behind.  My daughter helps with that a lot. She makes me go out and we’ve been painting, shopping and trying out all the new hard ciders in Knoxville.  There are a lot. It may take a while to sample them all.

My first instinct, when asked to participate in various events, is to say no, I’d love to but I can’t. (That would be the polar bear talking.) Then suddenly it occurs to me that I can, there’s no reason not to.  I will look at Tiffani and say, “I am not the polar bear, let’s go do it!”

Next week for the first time in what might be years I actually have things on my calendar. Haircut on Tuesday, grant writing class on Wednesday and a Board Meeting with Historic Ramsey House on Thursday. When asked to help out Ramsey House with their grant writing, my first thought was, “I can’t.” My second thought was, “why can’t I?”. So I did. I am not the polar bear anymore. (OK, mostly I’m the polar bear but I’m working on it.)

That was Then, This is Now (Written April 2019)

I wrote the section above shortly after my Mother’s death in 2017. The first year was very hard. All of the routines my father and I were used to were gone and we spent months trying to find a new normal.

He started to go to church again and I even got a part-time job (at the Historic Ramsey House of all places.) I still went to Dad’s house every day, but without the stress of dealing with Mom’s dementia, it was a more relaxing, companionable situation. If I had to run into town, I would. He would come along and we would make a morning of it, complete with a trip to Sonic.

Then last Summer, on his 80th birthday, Dad found out he has rectal cancer. He wasn’t eligible for surgery due to his age and past surgeries. That and the fact he would have to be put on a catheter and a colostomy bag afterward made that choice impossible. Radiation was also out due to his prostate cancer and radiation treatment 20 years ago. Apparently, there is no double dipping in radiation.

So Chemo it was. The doctors said it’s not a cure but more palliative. If it just gives him relief from the abdominal pain, then it would be worth it.

The Polar Bear Returns

So, the Polar Bear is back. My Daughter and I had to cancel a birthday trip because Dad was in the hospital. Going out of town is very difficult. I had to go to Florida for my in-laws 50th anniversary last August. My sister stayed with him, which was nice. I didn’t have to worry about him for a whole week. Then on the way home, he ended up hemorrhaging and ended up back in the hospital. I don’t think my sister is ever coming back. (It ended up that the bleeding was a good thing, evidence that the tumor was shrinking. Who knew?)

It’s nice to see that some things just don’t change. The guilt is strong with this one. (Thank you, James Earl Jones) When I’m at work and he’s home alone, I worry that he’s alone. What if he falls again? I keep finding out after the fact that he’s fallen in the bathroom or kitchen. Easter Sunday he almost face-planted at church because he stepped on a pebble. Luckily I was there and grabbed him. I swear I want to wrap him up in bubble wrap. (Both for the protective layer and the amusing noises if he falls.) When I’m hanging out with him, I’m anxious about not getting stuff done at work. Wherever I am, I have something I can feel guilty about.

Isn’t it funny how quickly we go right back into caretaker mode? It’s almost like I never left.

Just Keep Pacing Your Cage

So I pace my cage again. I can put off my needs for a little while longer. Truthfully, there’s nothing I’d rather do. Without the added drama dimension of dementia, it’s so much easier this time around. And maybe I learned a thing or two taking care of Mom.

Dad just finished his 12th round of Chemo. Dad was found NED (No Evidence of Disease) after 6 treatments. They gave him 6 more treatments just to be sure. We’ll find out if it’s still gone tomorrow after his PET scan. If it is, then we no longer have multiple trips to town every week, just a scan every 3 months. The Polar Bear is watching.

Update

Well, the good news is, the tumor is still shrunk. The bad news is, chemo needs to continue to keep it that way. Indefinitely. Instead of the hoped for one and done, we’re looking at a permanent situation.

Good thing I’m the polar bear.

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