Friday, February 25, 2022
color recall
Tuesday, February 22, 2022
belly laugh
Laugh until tears from one end and pee from the other. That's what I got this morning.
I've been killing curious about what some neighbors are up to behind their house. Where I lived in NY, you had to have a building permit for every damn little thing. Down here, maybe if you wanted a helipad, you might have to grease some palms. It seems like every other house has some kind of shed, shack, or granny pod behind the main house. I have a pool that takes up most of my backyard.
After dark, from my bed, I can see some very strange goings-on a few houses away. As soon as I borrowed Charlie's telescope - yes, I'm going that low - they doused the lights and fires. Away on vacation perhaps? The place is normally lit up like a gas station, but the past few nights, nothing.
So, I thought I'd google the street and get the birds-eye view. I plugged in my own address first to orient my search and this image filled the screen. I laughed out loud and called Colin in for the spectacle. We both couldn't stop laughing.
Wednesday, February 16, 2022
turning in
Tuesday, February 15, 2022
stretching
Monday, February 14, 2022
~pause for breathing~
Friday, February 11, 2022
Thursday, February 10, 2022
groping in the cold sunshine
I'm not sure what's more important to me right now. Balance or impact.
Wednesday, February 09, 2022
A Wednesday suspended
The strong sunlight called me to dig the river basket out of the closet and take a look. See if anything needed needle and thread.
I took a handful of pictures and kept comparing the captures to the real thing before conceding the exceeding blue-ness of my favorites. What was that about at the time?
Anyway, I was about to pull everything out of the basket when the phone rang.
Shorty and his sore throat needed to be fetched from school. It was a good day to watch a lot of Larva and We Bare Bears. I drew the line at Pinky Malinky. They talk too much.
I am so glad to be able to do this.
Sunday, February 06, 2022
spring cleaning
This tray got more consideration, beautiful blank slate that it is. Got a thorough cleaning for the first time in memory. Jude, you may have had one like it. At SVA, a painting teacher encouraged us to get this large enamel tray and give up the romantic notion of the quaint wooden pallette with a hole in it for your thumb. He was right.
This tool has Served valiantly. Beyond art, it has brought meals to bedsides and even did a short stint as a sled. Now I think of it as the Make Tray. Yesterday it staged a Lego project.
Nothing moves me. Yet.
Thursday, February 03, 2022
Early rolling