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12 12, 2016

Setting Up My Gallery-Style Art Show Booth

2017-10-07T18:13:59-07:00

Kathy Engholm here. Cynthia invited me to write a guest article about my new(ish) art show booth furniture (shown above). My  previous post was about the main parts used in designing the booth. In this post, I'll describe the setup process for this gallery-style art show booth. Before a show For many basic life activities, I use physical objects to [...]

Setting Up My Gallery-Style Art Show Booth2017-10-07T18:13:59-07:00
28 11, 2016

Cliffhangers, clues, and claying around

2020-10-06T19:41:55-07:00

Today is jitterday, IOW, my monthly trek down to the orthopedics hospital, where they do all kinds of x-rays and studies to discover if Elmo and I will stay together. The docs will be looking for signs of healing and bone growth. If they don't find any, we wait for another month and go back for a recheck. If they [...]

Cliffhangers, clues, and claying around2020-10-06T19:41:55-07:00
16 11, 2016

8 weeks: Patience for the unvirtuous

2020-10-06T19:47:03-07:00

Happy crashiversary, Elmo! Two months ago, the bottom of my left femur seceded from my leg. If I've learned anything from this, it's that patience really is a virtue. Trouble is, I'm not that virtuous. "I saw this and it's exactly YOU!" a coworker once beamed, handing me a refrigerator magnet. It said, "I want it all, I want it now, [...]

8 weeks: Patience for the unvirtuous2020-10-06T19:47:03-07:00
20 10, 2016

Death by chicken

2017-07-03T14:25:28-07:00

It's like a horror movie: You walk into your chicken coop and roosters attack, spurs and beaks shredding your jugular like carnitas, killing you deader than Kentucky Fried. Apparently this can happen if you have chickens. Kinda makes Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds look like a Sunday afternoon in the park with Tweetie. Mom's friend Marla, who comes every week [...]

Death by chicken2017-07-03T14:25:28-07:00
13 10, 2016

Mr. Desmond

2020-10-07T14:46:54-07:00

"You need to paint a rock this morning," decided Selene, one of my favorite daynurses* at The Fortress. "And I will paint this rock because...?" I asked reasonably. "Because only two patients showed up for recreational therapy this morning, and Amber needs your support," she said firmly. She wheeled me on down to the art therapy room, I painted a [...]

Mr. Desmond2020-10-07T14:46:54-07:00
11 10, 2016

Choosing parts for a gallery-style art show booth

2017-10-07T18:13:59-07:00

Kathy Engholm here. Cynthia invited me to write a guest article about my new(ish) art show booth furniture (shown above). My first post was about the requirements I set before starting the design. In this post, I'll discuss the key parts that allowed me to meet those requirements. Basic structural design Mating pieces for connecting rails to posts [...]

Choosing parts for a gallery-style art show booth2017-10-07T18:13:59-07:00
9 10, 2016

Saving Elmo 4: The Meltdown

2020-10-07T14:45:50-07:00

You knew there had to be a meltdown, right? Mine came Wednesday morning and by all accounts was a great success. Go big, or go home, ya know? On Friday night, Sept. 16, 2016, I fractured my left femur just above Elmo, my replacement knee. I lived in a wheelchair, facing hip-high amputation of my left leg, for about two [...]

Saving Elmo 4: The Meltdown2020-10-07T14:45:50-07:00
2 10, 2016

Bedpans and reachsticks

2020-10-07T14:44:57-07:00

"I'm sorry," I said, falling back with a sigh, "I don't quite have the hang of being an invalid yet." Dave had been rubbing cream on my sore leg, but now his head came up, "Invalid?!?" and his eyes flashed, "You're NOT an invalid. Where did you get that idea?" On Friday night, Sept. 16, 2016, I fractured my left [...]

Bedpans and reachsticks2020-10-07T14:44:57-07:00
29 09, 2016

Saving Elmo 2: The Plan

2020-10-07T14:43:38-07:00

Post-op, 8:30PM Saturday I awoke in the recovery room briefly, like a dolphin surfacing for air. Three brightly chattering lights orbited my head, nurses, asking if I knew who I was (mostly) or had pain (not much). I wondered mildly if I still had a leg, didn't care much either way. That's a sign they're giving you the goooood drugs. On [...]

Saving Elmo 2: The Plan2020-10-07T14:43:38-07:00
27 09, 2016

Saving Elmo 1: I fight concrete…and lose

2020-10-07T14:36:06-07:00

  I didn't see the stairs. Even when I was falling, frantically trying to catch myself and looking down to see what I was falling into, I didn't see the stairs. Dammit. I keep flashing back to the moment of falling. Surely there was something, ANYthing, I could have should have done. Look down. Feel with my toes, hear a [...]

Saving Elmo 1: I fight concrete…and lose2020-10-07T14:36:06-07:00
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