Jo M. Orise – August, 2016 Art Update

“Friendship – The Nudge”
by: Jo M. Orise

Saturday, August 13 (9-4 PM)- Sunday, August 14 (9-1 PM), 2016

Come to the Aldermere Farm, annual art show located in Rockport, ME.

I have submitted ten original framed paintings,  and fifteen matted prints. This year Aldermere has changed from a one day show to a two day show. That is fantastic! Lots of folks new to the area usually find out too late that there was a show that day they visited Camden and Rockport area. Waiting for a year to fit the popular, annual show into their schedule is always ‘iffy.’
Two days makes it easier for all. After all, there will be featured more than 200 paintings. Amazing! Under one roof too.

Beltie Stroll
by: Jo M. Orise

Now, hanging that many paintings is an extreme challenge. I insisted on helping out last year. I was glad I did. I gained an appreciation as to how much hard work Aldermere goes through to plan and set up such a show. Due to a prior commitment, I contributed a half day’s assistance in hanging artwork. They appreciated it and I was happy to volunteer.
Aldermere Farm in Rockport, features beautiful Belties and is a non-profit trust focused on farming and agriculture. We artists donate a portion of our profits to the organization.
Aldermere Farm has a store that is open to the public where they sell crafts and healthy, quality beef.

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If you are in the area, please do drop in and help support the local artists and Aldermere’s non-profit farm.

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The show is to be held this coming weekend, August 13, 9-4 PM and August 14, 9-1 PM at the historic farmhouse located on the Aldermere Farm, 20 Russell Ave in Rockport, Maine.

Leave a comment. Love to hear from all of you.

Stubborn Hubby

“Stubborn 4 Life” LosAngeles Graffiti Art (Photo credit: anarchosyn)

Jo, where have you been?
Oh, out chasing my paint brush and writing when I can. Lately, I’ve been helping Hubby cut trees, removing limbs, piling limbs, chucking limbs. We have such a huge pile. I suppose you could call it a wall. A very long six foot high wall of pine needles, spruce boughs, birch branches, roots, rotted trees and lots of twigs.

Exhausting work. Hubby is not as youthful as he believes he is. Nor am I. But he still impresses onlookers when he fells two trees at once. Scary and awesome. In the end, we toss and turn as we try to sleep. His knees, his calves, my knuckles, my feet, my back hurt. I offer to get the turmeric.
He replies, “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”
 “Are you sure? When was the last time you took a turmeric capsule?”
“Yesterday.”
“But you’re hurting tonight.”
No response. So I rise making my way to the medicine cabinet where I store my home made turmeric powder capsules. Dark orange turmeric powder in veggie gel capsules. Organic. A local compounding druggist taught me how to make my own capsules.  Quite simple. Messy. But simple. I pour eight ounces of water and pad back to the bedroom, in the dark so Hubby won’t be disturbed.

English: A variety of Turmeric Flower found in...
English: A variety of Turmeric Flower found in Maharashtra, India. Turmeric or “Indian Saffron” is one of the most commonly used spice in India – a key flavoring ingredient in any Indian cuisine. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Here is your turmeric and lots of water. Be sure to drink plenty.”

Turmeric powder 薑黃粉
Turmeric powder 薑黃粉 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I took some yesterday.”
“I know. I take one every day. Some times more. You need to take one tonight.”
“I’ll be okay.”
“You aren’t okay now and I want to sleep. I ache, I’m taking my dose and if you don’t take yours I’ll be up all night listening to you toss and turn… and snore.”
“All right. I’ll take it. But just a sip of water. You brought too much.”
“Oh. I forgot you like being dehydrated as well as being in pain.”
“Aww. C’mon Hun. Be nice to me.”
“What do you think I’m doing? I am nice to you. Why else am I walking around in the dark risking a broken toe,  hauling water from the well along with this ancient two thousand year old remedy for inflammation?”
Silence.
“Well? Shall I pour it over you or will you drink it?” I laugh.
“You are a good wife and great caretaker. Okay, I’ll take it.” Hubby takes the pill, sips about a tablespoon of water. Enough to possibly choke on the capsule.
“I think you need to take more water, Hun.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“Well, okay. I’ll drink some more.”
“Thank you. If you finish it you’ll find a prize at the bottom of the glass.”
“What prize?”
“Me looking at you from the bottom. Smiling at you.”
Hubby guzzled the eight ounces of water, grinned and handed me the empty glass. “You are a caring wife. I love you.”
“I love you too. Now lets get some sleep. We’ll both feel better in the morning.”

Next morning, we were free of pain and Hubby thanked me for the turmeric.

“You should take another capsule before we start cutting more trees today. Six hours of hard labor is too much for seniors like us. We aren’t young anymore.”
“That’s okay Hun. I took one yesterday.”
“How can I forget.” I smile as he walks out with his chain saw and ear protectors.
I take a turmeric before I join him and tuck an extra one in my pocket. Just in case. I am a good wife and he’s a great hubby. Just a little stubborn is all.

PS: Sometimes, when I run out of capsules, I stir turmeric in hot bouillon or in my mashed potatoes. A capsule makes it easier to swallow.