Haven't got a clue as to what I will do on Sunday and Monday.
Something quiet I think, perhaps some writing sessions on my NEO, and a movie at that new Independent Film Center.
I think it will be cool if all my go posts were photos for those two days.
I haven't made a post with the audio blogging account I opened, so maybe I'll do that too.
Wonder if people far off in the future will study our blogs?
Irritation 101 & 102 - I am on hold for customer non-service - they interrupt the muzak every few minutes to thank me for patiently waiting.
Evidentally they can't hear my sighs.
Hazy sky over the river today.
The bus driver is actually using the mic to wish everyone a good holiday. The lady drivers are usually nice. Some of the men practically bark at you; I bark right back.
Just passed a Buddhist monk in saffron and burgundy robes; he was talking on a cell phone.
East Meets West
The universe sent a big message to me while I was sitting on this bench. A tree branch fell on a passerby. People reacted quickly. So much blood. There was hardly a bit of wind - perhaps termites had eaten away it.
We are in charge of nothing.
Just discovered what I know will be a favorite spot - a bench under a lovely shade tree in the park not far from my home.
I'm in a little coffee place here on 2nd Avenue. They have the best coconut macaroons and I had a cold peach pomegranate tea to go with them.
Meeting best galpal later this evening.
Regular camera is with me, but nothing is catching my eye.
Will write for a little while - this time with the usual hand - then continue my walk downtown.
So I began to draw my fish as planned, and my arms actually began to ache.
I wonder if that was from reaching so far back in my past.
The first few I drew were so awful - hopefully things will loosen up.
Quite a while back I read a book about how writing with the opposite hand can reveal a lot about what's going on inside of us.
I had one partiularly revealing session with the method.
Today is a good day to try it again.
A very cool day so far. Emptied my change jar, it's bad feng shui to have a lot of change just lying around the house. I figure I'd have about 15 bucks or so. Holy cow that little bag of dimes, nickles and pennies added up to nearly 44 big dollars.
I'm treating myself to some colored pencils for my drawing project.
I didn't know I was tired until I sank into the upholstered bus seat.
Someone gave me a little pink blank book today. Maybe I 'll use it for drawing.
When I was young I used to make fanciful sketches of fish. My boyfriend loved them - everytime we met for Cokes I would take my pen and cover paper napkins with schools of fishies.
I haven't drawn in a long while. The pen was always steady in my hand. Once or twice I tried my hand at painting, but a brush has never felt comfortable to me. It goes every which way.
I'll try my hand at some fish tomorrow.
Years ago after I was married about a year I heard my old boyfriend died in an accident.
