Outrageous Opinion / Who Is Moi?

I've decided the reason this blog is languishing is because I have unnecessarily and tightly constrained it. By insisting (to myself -- there is no reason to suspect I may have an audience) that this blog adhere to some kind of theme, I've made it necessary to justify every post on the basis of how it relates to my long-declared plans to leave Southern California.

Well, I am still searching for the opportunity that will lure me away. Meanwhile, my life goes on. I practice my crafts. I am writing and drawing more than ever now, as I sit on this couch recovering from a surgery on my right foot. At times, the pain is too much, and my productivity is low. But that is to be expected, and I'm able to put what energy I have into being creative, instead of berating myself for lacking the discipline to practice. Being an invalid has freed me, in that way.

The surgery, to correct a deformity, involves wearing an appliance pinned in four places through my flesh and then into the bone that runs through my inside arch, connecting to the big toe of my right foot. Although I joke about having a bionic foot, the feeling of having it attached is a just a wee bit monstrous, in the anterior of my consciousness. When not outright painful, it is wearying. Yet for three or four hours a day I can forget the foot, because there is at last nothing I must do so urgently as to write in the Daybook, or play with pencil, trying to catch the expression on my cat's placid face.