Reverse Heidi
April 22, 2026
Spending weekends in Canyon now and then has been really healing, and Art is much better on several fronts; gaining weight, strength, and cognition. I come to bring light, and food, and energy, and put right difficulties from a rapidly dwindling list. There are further hurdles ahead for sure, but we are pushing forward on the plan to play Cotati again.
Soon it will be the five-year anniversary of the broken ankle, and a week later, the big Seven-Five! I am mostly healed, though every once in a while something reminds me, that little catch where the muscle crosses bone, or maybe how my knee takes some of the unspoken stress. The ramp, and the threshold, are sites of well-deserved caution. There is so much water under that proverbial bridge, what’s left of the bay tree that fell is mouldering into the side of the hill.
It’s odd to be back in the studio. Maybe odd is not the word. It’s enough just to be here. Things that survived don’t mind the rust, or the damp, or the odd patterns mildew leaves on a canvas panel if you turn your back on it for three years. Projects I thought of doing then seem simple now, with brush control and instinctual reach for materials. Synapses that were drawn then come with muscle memory.
Sleep in the old Westy is easy, it’s so dark, and the rain is a lullaby. For some reason the bad circuit breaker is not broken, we got the automated cat feeder set up, removed and replaced the metal cabinet in the bedroom. Maybe the on-demand water heater will finally give him hot water in the kitchen, might get that resolved next time. The more we work, and talk, and eat, the stronger he seems. Every day is a miracle.
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