The Bag Lady

Visiting the Denver Museum of Art is always a pleasure. The last time was to see the Edgar Degas exhibit which featured of course, his signature paintings of the ballet. My favorites were the sketches of horses. He sketched men and women also, muscles outlined, and it was fascinating to see them, even more than the completed works. My favorite sculpture:

A sketch:

Degas was a true esthete.

Edgar Degas was a French artist famous for his paintings, sculptures, prints, and drawings. He is especially identified with the subject of dance; more than half of his works depict dancers. Wikipedia

Born: July 19, 1834, Paris, France

Died: September 27, 1917, Paris, France

On view: National Gallery of Art East Building, Musée d’Orsay, Art Institute of Chicago, Detroit Institute of Arts, Rijksmuseum, Los Angeles County Museum of Art, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, Metropolitan Museum of Art, MORE

Periods: Impressionism, Modern art, Realism, Abstract impressionism, Neoclassicism

Influenced by: Claude Monet, Édouard Manet, Camille Pissarro, Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres, Rembrandt, Eugène Delacroix, Francisco Goya

Education: École nationale supérieure des Beaux-Arts, University of Paris, Lycée Louis-le-Grand

Esthete – Word of the Day Challenge

Pouty Penelope was working those legs as fast and as strongly as she could, all the while muttering how much she despised spending her Sunday afternoon on this horrible hot venture.

It was a bet she lost with her brother she now regretted fully. She should have known he would win, he always won, but for some inexplicable reason, she succumbed to the challenge once again. It was probably karma, she reasoned, after the way I treated him when he was little. The idea of a baby brother to care for at age ten was reason enough she thought. I had to care for him while other girls my age ran outside with their friends.

All these thoughts running through Penelope’s mind disguising the truth of her undying adoration of her little brother. As she saw him tiring, she pushed herself enough to keep beside him, glancing at him with a new smile.

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She steps softly, looking this way and that, surveying, watching for enemies who might usurp the prize. Spotted, squatted, taunted, toyed, tromped, then tasted.

It had been three days since she’d eaten.

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Visitors, visitors, I felt like the rabbit in Alice and Wonderland–I’m late…I’m late, no time to say hello goodby, I’m late…..scurrying around getting ready, checking everything is in its place, dust wiped, floors mopped, food they like all prepared and ready, kitchen and bathroom immaculate, every corner checked, every napkin folded, every setting complete, sparkling glasses, every condiment housed in its proper place, and then…

The waiting. Afraid to go out, start a new writing, get the mail, or pay the rent because I need to be here, at the ready, appearing as a person who receives visitors all the time so I’m used to it, but.

I can’t help pushing drapes aside, rechecking the door to make sure it’s unlocked, rechecking every detail.

I haven’t heard, are they coming or not? Should I start cooking the potatoes? I don’t want them to get mushy, salad made, I can’t do anything more until they arrive.

Preparation for rare visitors you haven’t seen for ten years is not my cup of tea. Oh! I should make tea, or coffee? And I thought I was prepared!

Time To Write: Preparation [Creative Writing Prompt]

Organ, well that’s a new one!😂 Since I’m missing a few, I figure I might spare you the details of such adventures and concentrate on the one I consider best. Almost two years ago I turned seventy, and it was a huge milestone for me because my mom died of a heart attack at that age, on July 31, 1976. I thought if I flew in to help her she would be okay. She was not. I then decided I would be very careful in taking care of that organ so I would be able to do what she could not, see my grandchildren grow up.

That all said and cried about, I have something heartening to say. Affairs of the heart, the heartwarming, or disheartening events may happen, but if you reach out, find love and give it away to others, close or even unknown, your heart grows stronger every time. 💙💜💚

Have a great weekend, grow that heart?

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You look ridiculous she said with a scowl

You’re wearing nothing that produces meows

The party invite said felines only

You wouldn’t want to be sitting lonely

In a corner wearing that

How about a kitten eared hat?

Or adding a long fluffy tail?

Right now you look like a large Airedale

It said catawampus creatures

Were the expected costuming

I guess you were assuming

Dogs and cats are the same

Well I’ll not be to blame

Drive yourself, I’ll show up alone

Either that or just stay home.

🙀🙀🙀

The wedding loomed closer and all Tay could do was think of storm clouds. Her mother had picked the date, the venue, the music, the flowers and the menu. Now if she could just pick the weather, Tay would be okay with the rest, as if she had a choice!

Tay lived where the choices of young women mattered not. Her parents made all the decisions, and especially picking the groom. Her whole life was at her parents’ bidding–their choice of schools, education and friends. Now their time was done and Tay’s husband would decide for her. Growing up in this atmosphere she was at first rebellious, but then relinquished, thinking it was in her best interests to go along.

As the days grew closer to the big event, Tay had renewed a few secret contacts at university. All hidden of course from her family, but she felt there was no other way. One friend had kept Tay’s backpack at the ready, prepared with essentials for her escape. Travel arrangements under a different name were made by her other friends, acquaintances unknown by her parents.

Before the ceremony Tay would feign feeling ill and retreat to an anteroom in the temple. There she would don casual clothes and a small disguise. She would leave it all, the gown, the groom, her parents and family. It would finally be time for her to be who she wanted to be.

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I thought she turned down this street but I do not see her anywhere! Could she have sneaked into a doorway knowing I was following? I mean no harm, I have never seen a beauty like her before. Her auburn wavy hair, her big brown expressive eyes. Her head held high and proud, searching for something or someone? I imagine she already has loved ones surrounding her, but if not, could I possibly be the one to love and hold her? I really need the companionship.

He gave up looking any further, disappointed, muttering, “I’ve always wanted an Irish Setter.”

🐾🐾

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It’s not gold she insisted.

See how it’s listed,

I know you think you’re very aware

But if you really look and compare

You’ll see it’s nothing but imitation

As for gold, there’s no relation!

💍💍💍

My dear, what do you expect of me?

I’m not a jeweler, I just trim trees

The man in the shop took one look at me

Decided I could afford no high fee

He was nice and said you would love it

Sadly I see you think you’re above it.

I guess it was only a matter of time

To see you’re not worth even a dime.

💔💔💔

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Please keep your fingers and toes and anything else crossed for good news today! Someone I love dearly needs it!

As I listened to this today, I realized just how sexist it is…T would love it!😳🤠😎😂The next thing that hit me was that at my age of 18 when this came out, I truly believed those words.

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