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Breathe in music and art

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I got a call from my doc, the chest scan was normal. She said any leftover crackling that I hear (feel) is just me getting over the pneumonia I’m old, it takes a while. But, she said the scan caught 2 nodules that are calcified on the ‘splenic artery aneurysm’. Don’t Google that, I did. So, a vascular surgeon consult was ordered, I have to make another CT with contrast scan, this time for my abdomen. It won’t happen till after vacation, so 2 weeks at the earliest. I take it that if the nodule are small, they just leave them and if they are big they take them out. So, they first have to scan and see where they are and how big they are.

I needed some peace after that, so it’s a good thing it was Music at Noon at St. John’s. They switched out Denver East choir with Opera Colorado, Grace and Hannah were not thrilled about that. But, still, you can’t beat the venue no matter what the music. Music here and here.

From there it was lunch at SAME cafe.

Then off to the Robischon gallery to see the new art. See some of the John Buck pieces here.

Then to the MCA to see the new exhibits and get snacks at the cafe.

I dropped the girls at home, picked up a script, went to the store, picked up Jack from puppy daycare and then make dinner (chocolate chip waffles and sausage) at home. I needed that art today.

Monday

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Still no word from my doc, don’t know if that’s good or bad. Did school, dropped Grace at church to assist teaching, James took the girls to Ikea while I Jack sat. He was pretty good, I left the door open and threw the ball out there 50 times and I managed to make 2 doodles.

They got home and James and I watched the rest of Poirot’s The Big Four. I finished the book and it’s like Agatha Christie was drunk or on drugs, I think she wrote it after her disappearance, so that might account for the frantic pace, absurd plot and coming up with a twin brother of Hercule. So, the movie was nothing like the book and that’s a good thing.

Rest of the week/end

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flew by for having ‘nothing’ to do. I made Grace do probably too much extra school on Thursday, we’re doubling up so we’re not behind when we come back from our trip. I have a list, I check it off, but I know that we have a lot of extra stuff next week that is eating up time, most things are in the afternoon, but still. I took the girls to the dentist and Jack patiently waited for them to be done. He was so good he got a puppuccino afterwards.

We bought him a new toy and it only took him an hour to chew through it and another 30 min to get the ball out and chew through it – so we took it back and got an  ‘extreme’ chew bone and a new ball.

And a Halloween shirt.

Friday I took Jack for a walk at Genesee, but it started raining on us, so we left.

Hannah finished some big and baby customs.

Saturday we went to a pumpkin festival in Golden.

The girls wore their new pumpkin shirts.

Then they picked pumpkins.

We had D’Deli for lunch and I forgot to bring Jack’s food, so he ate bread.

Gwen picked up Grace and they went to a concert, Bethany drove in and played games with Hannah, then we had Anthony’s for dinner. Sunday we all work up late, James made breakfast, we went to the mall, the girls headed home and we picked up Grace from her sleepover. We said bye to Bethany and James and I took Jack to a new dog park. It was nippy out, it’s supposed to snow tomorrow morning (we’ll see…)

Tonight we’re huddled at home with chili and cornbread.

This week –  school, kid sitting, St. John’s music at noon, J. Buck art at Robischon gallery, MOA diorama at Union, MCA art, Cottonwood farms (depending on weather), Denver puppet theater, youth group, Creativity club (Parker), teen nite at museum, cleaning, packing, dropping Jack for boarding, leaving on a jet plane.

Wednesday

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Jack couldn’t decided if he wanted to be in or out.

I went into the doc and got my CT scan of my lungs, hopefully they can tell what the problem is and get some meds going before vacation. We did school, then I went downtown to drop off clothes and some of the purses that we put together at The Gathering Place. After that Jack and I went to check out Confluence park.

Poe-tea

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But first, school. It’s count week, so the girls need to log in every day and do one thing in each class. Sometimes there isn’t something to do every day, but we are doubling up since vacation is coming up – so no problem adding in coursework. Grace did math, read something in AgriScience, read about photosynthesis in Biology, turned in her art and worked on English. Hannah did 3 math tests, checked in History and English and we read a book out loud about Magellan. Jack slept.

We got ready for this month’s poe-tea with some chocolate macaroons, cherry pies and orange pumpkins.

Our poem was “The Rose That Grew From Concrete” by Tupac Shakur

Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature’s law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.

At first glance, if you knew nothing about him, this is a poem about being stubborn and overcoming nature, growing without being nurtured. Tupac was born in Harlem in New York, he had a rough life, but in High school he grew to love the arts. He was in the Nutcracker, he studied Shakespeare, he rapped and wrote poems. When he was at the Baltimore School for the Arts he had this to say about Shakespeare, “[…] I love Shakespeare. He wrote some of the rawest stories, man. I mean look at Romeo and Juliet. That’s some serious ghetto sh**. You got this guy Romeo from the Bloods who falls for Juliet, a female from the Crips, and everybody in both gangs is against them. So they have to sneak out and they end up dead for nothing. Real tragic stuff. And look how Shakespeare busts it up with Macbeth. He creates a tale about this king’s wife who convinces a happy man to chase after her and kill her husband so he can take over the country. After he commits the murder, the dude starts having delusions just like in a Scarface song. I mean the king’s wife just screws this guy’s whole life up for nothing […]” This poem is about how something can grow in rough places, without love, without caring as long as it keeps the dream alive.

Our poems were nature themed this month:

Mine –

Fall leaves tumbling down,

cinnamon spice leaves crunch on the ground.

Whirlwind gusts twirl

red, brown and gold bits into the air,

Fall dreams carry me there,

where gray skies shiver and

branches dance before

Winter steals the show.

Hannah –

Scary,

spooky,

this is Halloween.

Pumpkin pie tastes the best,

you can have the rest,

but leave a slice for me!

Grace –

Pumpkins are so nice,

they smell like harvest and spice,

decorate for Fall.