These are the masks that I had to sneak away from my 65 yo mom, who grew up with an inherited depression era mentality that will never go away. She put on a new mask in front of me when I asked, but I found these stashed away, and so I’m taking them home with me, because I know just throwing them in the garbage at her house won’t be good enough. She’ll pick them out.
January 23, 2021
This is a picture of the fire in my wood stove. I see a canine figure, like the head of a wolf looking to the right, the eye glowing the teeth glowing and flames arising from the forehead and snout. My sister who has made a living as an artist could not see it. My dad would have seen it had he been alive. I spend a lot of time looking at the fire these days. I love the fire because it keeps me warm and I'm home a lot, which I like. What I see in this picture shows me that other people don't see what I see, or feel how I feel, being home in the pandemic. Even at that, I am really tired of this pandemic. I'm tired of wearing a mask which I always do. I'm tired of not being able to go anywhere. And I can't find my dogs prescription food. While I enjoyed being home in the beginning, like everyone else I'm just really tired now.
January 19, 2022