Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Drifting through time

 

Killing time is a hideous expression. I've always thought about not having enough time. And the people who ran out of time when they thought they had more. 

 There was a bit of waiting for time to pass today, but I can't bear the thought of time passing without something coming of it -  something being done, made, created.

I've been sick for a solid week with an ornery cold that wanders between my head and chest depending on nothing. I have been cranky and anxious. But walking around stoned all day on a string of the most luxurious, cinematic dreams
compensating for the day-long sigh heaving.

While waiting for the medicine to kick in this morning, I mixed colors because it was easier than making coffee. Had two satisfactory appointments with contractors before 10. Landscaping and gutters scored. 

Transformed more  of that vintage cloth on the deck while waiting until it was time for my Covid test. Watched parts of that old movie waiting for the results (negative) and the dye to strike (positive). What else is there so easy to discover these days? And for free.


Just finished committing this latest piece to a canvas, every stroke telling me that I've made a mistake, but I know better. I also know what I'm procrastinating about, of course.



4 comments:

Liz A said...

I had a cold a few weeks ago ... too miserable to have any fun, too well to give up and go to bed ... yuck

Joanne S said...

I LIKE the cloth- quite a bit. Moody but in a thoughtful way.
I have had symptoms like that. Usually, for me it involved tick bites.

Shasta Matova said...

I am sorry you haven't been feeling well. Hope you feel better soon.

Deb Lacativa said...

Thanks, everyone. I think I've baked it out of myself between the sun and the chlorine ducks. I won't bitch about a little sunburn from today.