cornerofmadness

and now that I have your attention with that I shall make you wait until you hear about my day.

Had to drive 50 miles to see the dermatologist (he does come to my area but only once a week and the local one is booked until sept so screw that). I know have three new diagnoses. Well I pretty much already knew all three but I knew the one needed treated. The rosacae is getting worse. Now, I'm not going to avoid the triggers (caffeine, alcohol, spicy foods and stress) and even if I did it's not going away on it's own. We don't know exactly what rosacea is but it's treatable with antibiotic ointments/oral.

The weirdo rash I get all over, especially on my legs, is just what I thought it was. Heat rash. I got it at temps just over 70. THink about that one. WhenI say I do not like heat, what I mean is I get very ill. Now there are two seperate skin issues every time the temp gets above 70. The lumpy scars are dermatofibromas, benign fiberous tumors (two of the worst are from horsefly bites in FL). I might have one or two of them remove because they're painful.

I hit the big Krogers, got wine, an edamame hummus that's pretty good and a buttery brie. Whee. Went to the Chinese place i like for lunch and learned I don't much care for their Dragon and Phoenix. It was okay but bland. oh well.

Then I went to Shadows and Phenomena, an art exhibit in the Kennedy Museum of Art inside the Ridges. I was supposed to go Sat but as of this morning only one friend committed. I can always go back with them. It was an exhibit of 'supernatural' art with art by Corinne Botz, Mat Collishaw, Agnes Geoffray, Laura Larson, Hirsch Perlman, Adam Putnam, Dana Sherwood and Victor Vazquez. There was a photography exhibit upstairs by Lloyd Moore and a rotating permanent collection belonging to the museum's namesake (not related that i know of to THE Kennedys). They were collectors of SW Indian cultural art, African art and other things, at least three Lichensteins in the exhibit. I enjoyed the exhibits.

But what I really wanted was inside the ridges. For those of you who missed my photo spread last Labor Day, I'll make the museum portion the picture of the day (since it was rainy and creepy to boot today). The Ridges was designed by Dr. Kirkbridge in the mid 1800's with a grand plan for making a little village of the insane, where they farmed and worked and had ballroom dances. There are dozens of buildings at one point. Like many things, it was a good idea gone bad, getting over stuffed, under staffed and otherwise nigh-nightmarish by the end. It's made several haunted lists. A lot of it isn't open (asbestos). It's been obviously highly remodeled but still there is a strange air about it.

The docent was a retired Ohio Uni History prof, probably bored out of his mind and talked to me about everything, thrilled to learn I knew the history of the building, of the cemeteries and that I worked in a mental hospital and was now a prof. He was a nice old guy and knew one of the history profs (now retired) from my school. He was fascinated to know that my cousin was in Montessori which might have been a Kirkbridge design asylum (she wasn't insane, she had Downs syndrom and in the 1930's that's where they went). In telling this to MOm she said that Woodville Asylum (where my Grandmother worked for decades) was also of that design and that it was a rambling place. Also learned Mom worked there too. Never knew that. Three members of my family all worked in mental hospitals (or escape therefrom).

I was going to go get Indian food but decided it was too early for dinner and I have an expensive week coming up soon. Tried to get home. OU sucks. Can we just say that? STudents dart across the road without looking ALL the time. I don't know how more don't die. I did make it home.

SOOO you made it through that. How are my parents insane?

I sent dad this link for a R2D2 smoker and said MAKE IT.

I already built you one, but he wouldn't listen to me and ran away, I think the sand people got him…haven't seen him since!

The only thing I got left is a C3PO unit I built that looks like your mother and she won't shut up!

I also sent both my parents this link
become a tree after you die and told them I was going to do this with them once they're gone.

I have to be planted with a giant red wood so that I can dominate your father's little ginko.

Well...if you turn me into a potted plant, make sure you plant a Bristlecone Pine in my ashes so I can go on for another 5,000 year and out live your Mother.

This story irritated me. Yes there are more important stories to be irritated about surely but to put nearly 150 referees out of work because they wore pink whistles to support breast cancer research? They gave the man pushing for this email out in the article...