Michael

Perhaps a dozen years ago or so, we got on the train to Glenwood Springs for a short vacation. The town wasn't much, not in February - but then, few places are in February. We bought postcards, including several strange ones, one of a man reading a paper while penguins flew by outside. Today, Neatorama featured a postcard clearly from the same artist, with a link to more.

Michael Sowa appeals very much to both of us, surreal, tender, oddly frightening. I had no idea he was involved with Amelie, although it does explain a lot.

One of those artists who makes me laugh, and I simply cannot pick my favorite, they all are so uniquely wonderful.

Got the hedge partially trimmed back. Still a mess, but at least it's not three meters high all over. The limb caught on the wire out back is down, thanks to D holding the ladder for me to crawl up on the roof, then talking me back down. Having him there, I was able to hold down my panic -fear of falling is strong in me. Then he had a massive allergy attack from the clouds of pollen showered down on him. Not catastrophic, but bright red nose and scleras, punched black eyes, pouring snot, irritated all over. He showered as I got everything laundered, after antihistamines and decongestants. Rough night, even by his standards as a long-time insomniac. Going to be that kind of year.

I usually get my allergies as his wane.