Happy Thanksgiving.
I am grateful that I can
draw, that I can post my drawings on my daily blog, that I have 32 followers to
my daily blog, that I live in a time and place where I can be open about my
sexuality and my primary relationships, that I am recovering nicely (some have
even said “miraculously”) from my April 2nd stroke, that I have my
old job back and can perform my professional tasks to everyone’s satisfaction,
that my boyfriend ordered matching wedding bands (one of which I am wearing),
that I live by the LA river and can walk my dogs there every day, that I am
able to walk my dogs every day, that it rained last night and the night before
but isn’t raining at the moment (so I can walk my dogs without getting wet),
that I haven’t lost anyone I love to violence, that all of my close relatives
are alive and healthy, that I can sing and play the guitar, that my boyfriends
likes listening to me sing and play the guitar.
I am grateful for all the
love and support I received when I was recovering from my recent stroke. I am
grateful to Richard and Sonia, who traded off spending each night with me while
I was in rehab, so that I never had to be alone in the hospital. I am grateful
that I’ve only gone hungry from my own choosing, that I have a roof over my
head and all the food and water I want. I am grateful for the apparent esteem
in which I seem to be held by my fellow professionals.
I am grateful to all the men
and women fighting the good fight when I am no longer able to, at least for
now. I am grateful to my current employer for offering my pre-stroke job to me
when I felt ready to step back into place.
This
is yet another self-portrait, less flattering than yesterday’s, though not
necessarily more realistic. Done with a Tombo Brush Pen, no underdrawing.
