"If I quieted the voices in my head I would face the day with nothing to write."

“The time to begin writing an article is when you have finished it to your satisfaction. By that time you begin to clearly and logically perceive what it is that you really want to say.” Mark Twain.

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl
Key:
G-Unit=Grandpa
FLS=Favorite Little Sister
Sassy Red head=Shana
True Friend=Laura
Mermaid/Slo/Tripod/Chickas=Shannon 1
Spanish Princess/Tripod/Chicka/Vette =Yvette
#61=Youngest son
Mickey Blue Eyes=Oldest son.
BFTP (Blast from the past)/The last Frontier=gone
Big Jim as himself
Vitamin C as himself
G-Man=Garth/Bossman.
Nick as himself

Friday, September 21, 2012

Lights


Mickey Blue Eyes is back. The light in his sky blue eyes is on. What a wonderful thing to look at and see the spark for life again.

I have been painting like a fiend trying to get some work done for a show in October. Writing and blogging have taken a back burner suddenly for another creative outlet. The other morning I walked to the library to return books, magazine and movies. When I got there I realized I had forgotten the movies. Instead of putting if off for another day, I made myself walk all the way back home on a different path and grab them and then return to the library by yet another path. After selecting new movies I took yet another path home. It's nice that in this small town I can take so many different twists and turns from all the others.



Taking the alley that runs behind my house and taking photo's for future paintings. A few months back I had taken this walk and am now working on a painting from that walk. I take a ton of pictures and let them soak in my head for awhile. Always, Always there is one that sticks out in my head as one that I will paint. I feel that way about the Sunflower picture at the top of the blog. I will paint that one someday. Something about the Christmas lights just gets to me in that left corner.

As I walked down the alley I took pictures and passed the back of my house. It is not a pretty sight from this angle. Overgrown with rosehips and the remnants of a garage that collapsed. Overgrown and dangerous so that I cannot take a shortcut through it to my house. I have to walk the entire alley. When I reach the end; Ellie's apple tree's have tossed lovely apples into the alley I decide I'm going to take some home. I add those to my growing pile of shit I'm carrying now on this jaunt. Making a left and heading back down 5th street proper. My friend Leah is on her porch. I stop in to visit.

She wants the scoop on Nick. Her husband is one of Nicks good buddies. At one point in time I lived right next door. So we go way back before children, her children anyway. She coined the phrase, "twenty minutes pregnant." We talk for some time, but then I must head to work. I gather all my shit and head down the hill to my house.
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