"Crazy, these are crazy times."
If you remember back to the mid-70s and the Atlanta Rhythm Section (those good ol' boys from Doraville), you may remember those lyrics. Forty years later they are even more apropo. Just when we thought traffic in particular couldn't get any worse in Atlanta, I-85 said "Here, hold my beer and watch this!" I know, I know, black humor, but humor is the only thing keeping a lot of us going these days.
I thought that when I retired I'd have a lot more time to relax and focus in on my art, but instead these last three months have been all about figuring out just what this next phase of life is going to look like. The creativity is coming, but slowly. It's taken a bit of a back seat to some of the other changes. I was told, finally, that my knee problems are arthritis due to some cartilage loss, but if I work at it, with the help of some prescription anti-inflammatory medication I can avoid drastic measures and have a normal life, including continuing my dancing. That has meant joining a gym, UGH! I've never been a gym rat, but if going three to four times a week for cardio and weight work will stave off surgery, bring it on!
My husband hasn't been so lucky. He's scheduled for a hip replacement in two weeks, which means I've had to cut back my show schedule for April and May. I am at Festival on Ponce this weekend and will be at Inman Park Festival at the end of the month, but that's it until late May.