Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

18 July

Good Thursday Morning, A Blood Morning

by Jon Katz

I’m off to get my blood drawn for my regularly scheduled meeting with my primary care physician this Monday. As I get older, we have more things to discuss, and they get more interesting.

Maria’s coming with me. We will stop at a restaurant we love for breakfast. I’ll be back before lunch. For the first time in a week, the temperature will not reach the 90s.

I believe President Biden will step down this week; I suspect COVID-19 was the last straw.

Please don’t take the trouble to write to fight with me. You are welcome to share your opinions, but I don’t argue my beliefs on the blog or social media with strangers.

It’s just unhealthy. FYI, death threats and nasty messages are not posted or answered. Sorry, trolls. Civil and thoughtful messages are always allowed. We are a safe zone. Very few political happenings draw attention to my blog.

This is a big one, perhaps once in a lifetime; it’s part of my life, even on the farm. I need to say what I think.

18 July

Notes From The Art Room, By Sue Silverstein, Summer Edition

by Jon Katz
(Sue’s column runs every Friday, even during the summer. We are pestering her to take some vacation, which she rarely does. Sue is the art and community service teacher at Bishop Gibbons High School in  Schenectady, New York. With the help of the Army of Good, she has put together one of the most exciting and successful art programs anywhere. I’m grateful to have this column on the blog, and thanks again to all you good people whose donations make this program possible. Love you, Sue.)
Notes from the Art Room 12-Summer Edition
This week, I arrived at the school and was greeted by a large stack of treasure boxes and envelopes! The kids call it Christmas sometimes! “What came early for Christmas today, Mrs. S.?” I know that I say this often, but the kindness of others truly blesses us. The amount of thought, time, effort, and expense involved is not small!
People have busy lives, yet they take the time to help the ND-BG students. Your contributions, no matter how big or small, have a profound impact on our art program, and we are truly grateful for your support.
Many of those people have become dear friends we have never met and have donated repeatedly all year. One of those sweet folks is our Andrea from MA. So named by the students the “Cooler Lady,” she often packs treasures in small coolers that have ended up in many different projects over the past year.
She never disappoints, and this week’s box was full of exceptional items that I know will become exceptional art! She even fashioned an extra-large box to hold everything! Her teacup and saucer set is at the center of the giant sculpture on display at Proctors Theater (with painted chocolate-colored hot glue pouring from it).
 Patricia from NJ. He is another friend and tireless supporter. I love to hear that people have seen what the students create from the items they have donated. Patricia wrote that she was moved to see her fabric in Lizzie’s quilt. Liz loved that fabric and designed the quilt around it. Patricia sent a box this week that she said was a thank you. The box was filled with new markers, pencils, and paper! It is beneficial since the price of all disposable materials has increased quickly!
A box of maps arrived from Rochester!
This is so exciting. Some time ago, I found an entire book on projects from old maps and have been hoping to get enough to assign it to the students! The students and I were overjoyed to receive this unique donation. If anyone has a drawer full, I will happily take them out of your hands.
Stunning jewelry came from Maggie in CA., and Lisa in WI. Your donations have sparked a new idea of creating relief designs on wood with grout. Your contributions not only provide us with materials but also inspire us to explore new artistic techniques and styles.
 Thanks to everyone who checked in last week with notes and emails. My friend Katie sent me recipes and a lovely romantic story that made my day. There is so much to be grateful for that I have decided to refuse to sweat the small stuff—you know, like unrest, severe weather threats, and other issues in my charmed existence compared to so many others—and just be thankful. I am grateful for my friends and those I have never met who support us daily!
I am always looking for wood, wood scraps, hot glue sticks and glue guns, window shades and shutters, China cups and glassware, paint, canvas, wire, plaster wrap, old maps, jewelry, cake decorating equipment, and anything else you think would make something beautiful. I appreciate the notes and emails!
They make me smile daily! Most of all, I appreciate all of you! Have a blessed week.
Sue
Sue_Silverstein@nd-bg,org
ND-BG
2600 Albany Street
Schenectady, New York 12304
17 July

Flower Art. Dedicated To The Very Hot Sun, He Or She Was With Me All Week

by Jon Katz

Every time I took a picture this week, I thought of the sun shining on my face. I love the effects of color and light; they enhance my creativity. I’m going to skip captions most of the time.

For one thing, I can’t keep track of all that spelling and the precise names, and some correction freak gets huffy and happy whenever they encounter a mistake. I’d rather people who find it essential go somewhere else, for their sake and mine.

It’s about the pictures for me, not the spelling of the names.

You can see the impact of bright sunshine on every one of these pictures. I learned a lot about exposure, so they honor sunshine.

This week’s heat inspired and challenged me and helped me learn a lot about color. Tomorrow morning, I get some blood drawn; my regularly scheduled check-up will be on Monday.

This week has been exciting but also tiring. We’ve never had a heat wave like this one. I look forward to seeing you in the morning. I might be heading for cataract surgery. The bright sun is getting to me, and I need to see colors.

This is another procedure that will make things better.

I’ll let these speak for themselves.

It’s better if people use their imaginations to see what they see, which is different from what I see.

Signing out for tonight; thanks for following me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

17 July

Zip And Me: Riding Out A Thunderstorm In Peace And Beauty. Love In Quiet.

by Jon Katz

I don’t tell others what to do, but I will share some things that work for me. One of them is riding out a severe rainstorm with a Barn Cat. A thunderstorm hit the farm around 1 p.m., and Maria and I went out on the porch to watch it and sit it out.

Maria had to go back to work (it was belly dancing night), and I sat by myself, something I love to do in a storm. It let up a moment and was completely dry; Zip popped out of the garden and into my lap.

We spent the next half hour or so with Zip curled up on my shoulder, watching the leaves blow on the trees, and the rain pour down, with thunder booming all around us. Zip and I have become great pals now; we love to do things together, he sat quietly on my shoulder, purring and enjoying the scratches on his chin.

He is great company when he does that. We are two odd souls and good friends hanging out together. Zip has enriched my life and opened my eyes to the lives of some cats, especially Barn Cats, a unique species I have always admired.

He knows how to love in silence, which makes it all the more beautiful.

 

The thunder rattled zip. I wondered if he gets rattled by the thunder. His barn is dry and cozy. He showed no signs of anxiety; he just popped up on my lap, got his chin scratched, and dozed a bit.

 

 Seeing the waterfall on the birdbath on our beautiful farm is almost meditative.

Rainstorms are always beautiful. We had another severe weather alert, but it passed without trouble.

Watching storms in silence is one of the most peaceful things I ever do, and since cats do not speak, they share the silence with me.

It was sweet. Bud was listening to the wind, the leaves, and the water trickling down from the room. He is never as relaxed as when lying on my stomach or shoulder. The same could be true of me.

I value time with Zip; it enriches me in ways I don’t quite understand but appreciate.

 

It began to let up a little before three. Zip hopped off of my lap and headed out to the pasture. The baby chipmunks he was hunting got wise. I see them zipping around, but they are never visible when Zip is around. It was so peaceful to spend that time with Maria first and then with Zip.

Even the news couldn’t distract me from it or take me away. Zip is a great friend to have.  He calms me and makes me smile.

 

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