Not the Same, But Still Welcome in this House

I drove back down to Tucson yesterday (a horrific ordeal in and of itself which I'll spare you; suffice to say I should've stayed home). I bought two "new" Miles Thompson gargoyles from the seemingly one venue in town still selling them. I'd bought the originals in the late 90s/early 2000s at Antigone Books on 4th Avenue, but when I called yesterday to see if they were selling his work the girl who answered said she'd never heard of him. So hrmph…

I was assured by the store owner where I bought these new masks that Miles is still very much alive and well (albeit 75 years of age now), and is still producing work. I mentioned to her that Miles seems to have no online presence beyond this shop's website, and she said she's been wanting to get him to set up online and his response has always been "I don't want to become my work."

As an on-and-off again artist, I can relate. When I paint, I do it for me, not to make money. If it was my sole source of income I'm sure I'd come to hate it in short order, something I have a very hard time imparting on my friends who tell me I should be painting more. It's not like you can just summon the Muses, after all.

I am reasonably certain I rescued all three of the original masks from the house, before the restoration companies came in so they have to be somewhere, but I'll be damned if I know where. (I did easily find one of them.) Perhaps now that I spent way too much on replacing them (Miles' prices have gone up in the last fifteen years, go figger), they'll finally reveal themselves.

I suppose I could always cuss out the Prop Master for not having those particular props ready for these scenes in my life. Maybe that will cause them to magically appear?

Getting Out

While there is still a lot to be done around the house before we're fully settled, Ben and I decided we needed to get out a bit during this three-day weekend; to get away from it all and just decompress.

Saturday we spent a rather blustery afternoon [sitting outside] at Starbucks. Our Starbucks afternoons were a staple prior to COVID, and something we've sorely missed.

Yesterday, despite the fact that our main reason for going was unavailable because the store was closed, we hopped in Rabbit and headed south to Tucson. If nothing else, it was a chance to get out and clear our heads a bit more, and partake of some Lucky Wishbone once we got there. (I know it's silly to drive to another city just to get food, but we once drove from Denver to Santa Fe just to have Whataburger, so there's that…)

Unsafe at any speed. #donttrythisathome

Visiting Tucson is always an odd experience for me. I have so many memories wrapped up in the place, and seeing how it's changed—even since that last time I was regularly running to and from in the mid aughts—is still unnerving…especially around the university. At the same time however, Tucson in many ways remains the land that time forgot and I'm surprised how easily I can still find my way around the city. And to be honest, Tucson just feels good. It feels like home, even though I haven't lived there since the mid 90s.

As planned, we enjoyed some chicken from Lucky Wishbone. We stopped at Bookman's for a bit and then headed home. Despite not really doing anything, it was a fun and much needed respite from the last couple months.

We'll be heading back in a few weeks in my mask quest

At Least I Have Photographs

As we get the last of the boxes unpacked and things put away, we're both discovering things that are…missing. Sure, some of it is inconsequential stuff that can easily be replaced, but other things are irreplaceable.

Case in point, two (of three that I owned) small, one-of-a-kind, clay gargoyle masks by Tucson artist Miles Thompson:

I'd had these little fellas since the late 90s, successfully surviving several moves unscathed. But now they're gone.

I could've sworn I rescued them all, during our pouring over the contents of the house prior to the restoration companies coming in, but sadly I have only found the third, and largest of them.

While not missing from the things we were expecting to get back, there are other items that we failed to pull from the house before the restoration company came in and judged what was salvageable and what was not. Chief among those was a banker box of CDs that had been located in the one closet the firefighters absolutely trashed. Now granted, I haven't played a CD in years—other than to rip them to MP3—but this box held the disks that had special memories and which I'd wanted to hold onto. I didn't see it anywhere during our walk-through (and frankly it wasn't even on my mind at the time), nor did I see it inventoried in the list of objects the restoration company pulled when I did think of it weeks later. I consciously chose to abandon my DVD collection—another stupid decision despite not even having a DVD player hooked up anywhere—along with my old Kenwood KR-7400 receiver. Even though I didn't have it hooked up anywhere, it was something I'd owned for nearly 20 years and wish I'd kept…

The only thing I know for sure that's missing from Ben's belongings is an original framed photograph of he and his grandmother when he was a kid. Fortunately, that was something I'd scanned years ago and through the magic of Photoshop restored the colors. so I was able to print out a new copy. But still, it's not the original. Waiting now to get a new frame for it, but that's on hold because the frame we want (to match the photo of he and his other grandmother)—like it seems with everything we want to get from IKEA these days—is out of stock.

But back to the gargoyle masks, it appears Miles is still working and producing masks. I'll never be able to replace these masks, but they're being sold by a nursery* in Tucson, and I should be able to find suitable substitutes. Our original plan was to head south yesterday and hit up the nursery, but they're only open Wednesday thru Saturday…

 

*I bought the originals from Antigone Books on 4th Avenue. I didn't even think of checking with them because I'd assumed that they—like so many other GBLT-centric bookstores—had gone out of business years ago. I was wrong. So when we do head back to Tucson a few weeks from now, I'll check there as well.

 

The Diseases, and Casualties this year being 1632

* One of the leading causes of death in children in the London bills of mortality is "Chrisomes and infants" meaning the death of a child under a month (chrisom) or before it could speak (infant).

* For medical practitioners, the wolf was an appropriate metaphor for malignant disease and a widely used piece of cancer terminology. On very rare occasions, it was even a 'real' bodily interloper.

Here's a list of some of the more odd or confusing items, for anyone interested:

Ague = feverish illness, often malaria

Apoplex = stroke (the rupture or clogging of a blood vessel in the brain), paralysis resulting from a stroke – sometimes also refers to other spontaneous causes of internal bleeding like burst aneurysms

Meagrom = migraine, severe headache – this obvious symptom could be deadly if it originated from things like a brain tumor, bleeding within the brain / stroke, concussion / TBI / swelling within the brain…

Bloody flux, scowring, flux = dysentery / bloody diarrhea or otherwise severe diarrhea, often from diseases like cholera

Childbed = death during or shortly after giving birth

Colick, stone, and strangury = severe abdominal pain, bladder/kidney stones, rupture in abdomen (appendicitis, bladder rupture, etc)

Consumption = tuberculosis

Cut of the stone = died during/from the surgery to cut out bladder/kidney stones

Dropsie and swelling = edema, swelling of a body part

Falling sickness = epilepsy, seizures

Flocks and small pox = smallpox, other diseases causing pustules over the body like cowpox and chickenpox

French pox = syphilis

Jaundies = jaundice, yellowing of the skin and eyes often a symptom of liver failure

Jawfain = "jaw fallen" / lockjaw, often tetanus

Impostume = abscess, a deep infection full of pus

King's Evil = scrofula, aka tuberculosis infection of the neck glands. The touch of a king was said to cure this disease.

Lethargie = depression?

Livergrown = unknown, some think it might have been another term for rickets or it could be from diseases which resulted in a swollen, enlarged liver – things like chronic alcoholism, hepatitis, or congestive heart failure.

Made away themselves = suicide

Murthered = murdered

Over-laid = infant that died after being unintentionally smothered / parent rolled onto them while sleeping

Starved at nurse = insufficient breast milk, or the child had a disease that caused them to "fail to thrive" / not gain weight and die even though being fed

Palsie = palsy, paralysis or other muscle difficulties

Piles = hemorrhoids

Planet = aka planet-struck, any very sudden severe illness or paralysis that was thought to result from the "influence" of a planet. Like how the moon (luna) was once thought to cause insanity (creating lunatics).

Pleurisie = swollen, inflamed pleura – the membranous tissue surrounding the lungs

Purples = bruising, especially wide-spread – many causes

Spotted feaver = typhus or meningitis

Quinsie = tonsillitis / inflamed tonsils, especially when abscessed and obstructing breathing

Rising of the lights = as an organ meat, lungs are often called "lights" because they are very light-weight organs. Nobody's sure about what exactly "rising of the lights" was, but it may be related to severe coughing and the perception that during a cough the lungs would rise up in the chest. Perhaps croup, a respiratory disease causing a severe 'barking' cough.

Suddenly = unknown sudden death

Surfet = overeating / gluttony, vomiting from overeating. Aside from direct "death from overeating" it may have been a grouping for many types of death that often went along with being overweight – death from untreated diabetes, cushing's disease, heart failure, etc. "Surfet" also might have been the cause-of-death given if someone over drank, passed out, and died from aspirating their own vomit.

Teeth = dental infection leading to death

Thrush = yeast overgrowth / yeast infection of mouth (or genitals)

Tympany = either abdominal tumor growth, or other bloating/distension of the abdomen – especially when air or gas is caught within the abdomen or intestines, causing a hollow sound when thumped

Tissick = cough, can also refer to the coughing and wasting away of tuberculosis