kitsch

My numbers are stable (actually a bit up today, but I think some fluctuations are to be expected with acute Hep-C.  They are seriously upping my cyclosporine dose since it is still very low, although at this stage they are not too worried about rejection.  So we are sticking with the plan-- getting the cyclosporine level stable and then starting on the three drug cocktail for the Hep-C.

Today Meg and I moved into a smaller condo just down the beach three blocks from where we were.  It is amazing how much junk we accumulated-- medical supplies (lots of bandages!), kitchen and bath stuff that we had to shlep along with our clothes.  The move was actually not as bad as I was expecting, except for the nearly-full jar of jam with the loose lid that emptied itself in the trunk during the three block drive.  Those big disposable pads used in the hospital for soaking up "fluids" came in handy.

The new condo is smaller but certainly adequate.  One problem is that there is not much in the way of useable furniture, the owner having chosen to spend his money on kitsch rather than furniture like a clothes chest and night stand in the bedroom.  There is however, a large ceramic pig on which you can write the dinner menu and some leopard-print stools in the kitchen, and lots and lots of kitsch.

Here is Meg posing with the ceramic pig and showing off the stools.

And here she is showing off a hanging plastic plant.

 For an extended discussion of kitsch in modern culture I suggest Milan Kundera's novel The Unbearable Lightness of Being which is an excellent read anyway.