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(She’s also developed a strange hearing problem in recent weeks. In recent days I’ve finally realized that she often doesn’t hear me speak in an average voice—especially so when she isn’t looking at me. At first I thought the dry air in the house during the winter was responsible, since for a while I thought I was having trouble hearing her—but this doesn’t seem to really apply. A couple of days ago we narrowed the cause down to the fact that since her hips and legs began to act up so, she’s been taking ten arthritis-strength Bufferin a day; this has been going on for a month or so, and is far more than she usually took. Jane cut out much of her dosage—and all of the Bufferin—and her hearing cleared up within a day or so. And for some reason, I can hear her better, too.

Painting and poetry, cleaning the house, seeing the tax man, doing chores —these are all expressions of being. They add to its quality, to its texture. They are part of life’s art. They are the raw stuff from which art comes, whether or not in any given case you can see the connections.