Mr. Asthma wants to kill me. Not sure what I ever did to him to cause such enmity. This morning about 3 a.m. I thought he was going to get his wish. But I rallied the troops (nebulizer) and I'm still here. God, do I hurt all over though, and it would be nice to draw a deep breath again.
While nebulizing, I'm watching DVDs from the library about the royal family. Some of them are the usual "Queen Victoria trampled on her young." But the ones of most interest to me are about the tapestries at Windsor and a wonderful documentary showing Prince Charles exploring his family's art talents. Queen Victoria's sketchbooks look wonderful, including so many drawings of her children done when they were young. Interesting to think that such sketches and drawings would be all you had to remember a stage of your child's life back then. No photos. If someone didn't draw or paint your child at two years old, there was no record of what he looked like then except in your mind. Lots of people, including Victoria, would sketch or paint Prince Albert/Edward VII as a two year old. But that's not something your average child would experience, unless someone in its family was an artist. It seems like, based on these documentaries, that photos of Victoria's family started when the older children were young adults. They all look grim. I wonder if the historians would talk so much about their unhappy lives if the photography of that era didn't require such long exposures so that every subject looks grim and stern. It gives a false impression of people from that era. They must have smiled sometimes.
I am very short on money due to healthcare bills, so it will be a spare Christmas. Just me and the dog, of course. I had hoped to order myself some silent films on DVD and there's a company that has Eve of St Mark's, an early Vincent Price movie, on DVD, but the money's just not there. I think I'm going to treat myself to the makings for grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup and have them on the day.
Gosh, it hurts to move. It feels like I've been pounded on with mallets.