Above: Quick sketch made from life as Dick entered a room. It's from last year and was part of the series of sketches I made of him throughout November and December. Pentel Pocket Brush Pen with a little bit of watercolor and some orange Montana Marker for background, in a 7.75 x 9.75 Strathmore 500 Series Mixed Media soft cover journal. Top left not scanned, operator error!
Between trips to the massage therapist (David at the "Doorway for Better Health"—I can't say enough good things about him) Dick helps me with a bit of pressure point therapy.
Because the kitchen is perpetually under construction and we can't get at the kitchen table I have to hop up onto the kitchen island, and he always helps me get down afterwards. During a particularly painful week…
Dick: All set?
[he reaches to put his arms around me and help me down.]
Roz: Wait. Let's sit here for a moment and bask in the glow of the universe.
D: Do you listen all the time to the shit you say?
R: What? I didn't meant it. I think I know when I'm talking genuine bullshit.
D: Good because it's just silly.
R: Shoot me now. That's the meanest thing you've ever said to me.
R: I don't want to live in a world where you don't realize I'm being sarcastic.
[laughter—from both of us]
D: At least you didn't say "Basking in the glow of the galaxy"
D: It's funnier.
R: Why? [a beat] Oh. Damn. That would have been funnier. [For me that's a desireable thing.] [sighing] It's the pain.