{"id":2065,"date":"2017-06-05T15:18:15","date_gmt":"2017-06-05T20:18:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.debslunch.com\/blog\/?p=2065"},"modified":"2017-06-06T11:16:32","modified_gmt":"2017-06-06T16:16:32","slug":"feeling-like-im-becoming-invisible","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.debslunch.com\/blog\/2017\/06\/05\/feeling-like-im-becoming-invisible\/","title":{"rendered":"Feeling like I’m becoming invisible"},"content":{"rendered":"

I think it’s a natural thing that as you age, you start feeling like you’re no longer “at the pulse of it all” like Arthur Kane, as Robyn Hitchcock sings in N.Y. Doll<\/a>.<\/p>\n

This weekend, somehow, I felt worse than that – like I’m becoming invisible. Probably much of my malaise is related to the fact that I’m no longer doing my dining club<\/a>. I’m not inviting people to meals and events, planning menus, cooking for large groups – except when I go help with the pantry breakfasts at Goodman<\/a>. I haven’t managed to do much at my house either<\/a>. I tried a dinner series last spring<\/del> make that 2015 spring<\/a> – sheesh – and cancelled them all for low enrollment. But hmm, those menus do look good, don’t they?<\/p>\n

I’ve got my sewing room sort of set up, but I’m not doing much in the way of new non-food creative work, either, after my one foray in March<\/a> (which is still hanging in my office, so makes me feel a little better).<\/p>\n

Over the weekend, I kept hearing about cool events and art shows<\/a> that I had had nothing to do with … I even attended<\/a> some<\/a>. I think it’s extra hard for those of us who are firmly in the Baby Boom generation, because we were made such a big deal of – there were so many of us, we could feel important, trend setters. In 2004, I sort of organized a show in the same space, or next door, really, to where Forge<\/a> is going to be. We had a Survival Graphics reunion, at the UN-re-modeled Ironworks, before John Martens finally sold it and it became Goodman Community Center<\/a>. We had a party and an informal show that was up for a week or two. I made a digital archive of it, but lost it when we changed ISPs from TDS to AT&T. Maybe there’s some stuff on my home computer ….<\/p>\n

The best thing I can think of to do is post a bunch of pictures, so here’re highlights since last Thursday or so. What we’ve got here is: an iris from my walk home last Thursday; a PBJ slider (leftover bun from Memorial Day; asparagus salad from (I think) Wednesday dinner with Rach; a peony from the same walk home; a peony as iPhone wallpaper – also posted more on Instagram<\/a>; looking out from the upstairs meeting hall at Madison Public Library on Friday night; Mark’s cat on Saturday afternoon; my knee and an old patchwork I made in the ’80s, above the cat, also on Saturday; the necklace I plan to wear to Al & Emma’s wedding with my grey lace mother-of-the-groom dress<\/a>; quick cimmy bun<\/a> coffeecake made as an upside down cake, with a layer of rhubarb under the frosting; peach melba yogurt on Monday; and somehow there were fewer colorful flowers in this random assortment than I thought there’d be, to make me feel less invisible, so I added the daisies that popped out at me on my Tuesday walk. <\/p>\n

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And, in the spirit of less-invisible, I sent in a cookbook pitch last night – so keep your fingers crossed for me.<\/p>\n

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