Hello there. What? No Mallo Cups ordered? Huh? This listicle is nearly as good as a visit, fairly bubbles with your particular effervescence, which is there, even when frustrated or pissed off. I am glad you are writing. I think it has something to do with all the energy you layer under the black gesso. It has to go somewhere. Why not let it be compost? Hm...if I lived near you, I'd deliver pudding, stove top and chocolate, because homemade and not high-end is most comforting to me. With you, S
I think you are probably doing as well as anyone could right now. You are making art, buying art, loving art. You are meditating, being mindful, walking in gardens. You are cooking and thus nourishing those you love. You are teaching! You are staying engaged with intellectual concerns. You are loving and being loved. You are a bright light on this earth. And by the way- if you weren't angry these days, you wouldn't be paying attention. Which of course you are. I love you, girl.
Funny bones! With their peanut butter hearts. Boy does that bring a flood of memories. I too prefer my recipes on paper. So glad you have Carl to drive you. I do hope your eye heals soon. Shooting birds at your ex.
I'm so tired of the monotony. I'm exhausted and bored. I'm grumpy and well, just generally grumpy. Work is the same, politics, exhausted nurses, bullshit. Home is the same every single day.
I had to look up listicle, interesting.
I'm glad Sophie is well. I miss your writing but I understand and I feel the same way often. Sending hugs and love.
I dunno', this writing seemed as strong and forthright as a bamboo forest. But then I am a list lover. I have been taking a short "writing together" workshop online after essentially not writing at all for this past year. It feels good just to exercise the flow of mind onto paper and to read it to 4 other someones. I agree with Ms. Moon, i.e. seems you are doing wonderfully well dealing when all your hurdles are considered. Sending more love. x0x0 N2
I hate the word listicle, which isn't even a word, as far as I'm concerned. This is not a criticism of you -- more a criticism of our culture or perhaps the current state of journalism. :)
I totally get what you mean about not wanting to be out among the masked. (And certainly not among the unmasked!) We've been hibernating at home, even when our lockdown was looser and restaurants were an option. We've been to one restaurant, once, in the past year.
You and Dave could compare notes about compulsive Internet buying! I bought a shirt that also turned out to be made of that weird, shiny fabric (and did not look that way in the Facebook ad). Moral of the story -- don't buy things advertised on Facebook! LOL!
Hello there. What? No Mallo Cups ordered? Huh? This listicle is nearly as good as a visit, fairly bubbles with your particular effervescence, which is there, even when frustrated or pissed off. I am glad you are writing. I think it has something to do with all the energy you layer under the black gesso. It has to go somewhere. Why not let it be compost? Hm...if I lived near you, I'd deliver pudding, stove top and chocolate, because homemade and not high-end is most comforting to me. With you, S
Love this listicle so much.
I think you are probably doing as well as anyone could right now. You are making art, buying art, loving art. You are meditating, being mindful, walking in gardens. You are cooking and thus nourishing those you love. You are teaching! You are staying engaged with intellectual concerns. You are loving and being loved. You are a bright light on this earth. And by the way- if you weren't angry these days, you wouldn't be paying attention. Which of course you are. I love you, girl.
Funny bones! With their peanut butter hearts. Boy does that bring a flood of memories. I too prefer my recipes on paper. So glad you have Carl to drive you. I do hope your eye heals soon. Shooting birds at your ex.
Xoxo
Barbara
I'm so tired of the monotony. I'm exhausted and bored. I'm grumpy and well, just generally grumpy. Work is the same, politics, exhausted nurses, bullshit. Home is the same every single day.
I had to look up listicle, interesting.
I'm glad Sophie is well. I miss your writing but I understand and I feel the same way often. Sending hugs and love.
I dunno', this writing seemed as strong and forthright as a bamboo forest. But then I am a list lover. I have been taking a short "writing together" workshop online after essentially not writing at all for this past year. It feels good just to exercise the flow of mind onto paper and to read it to 4 other someones. I agree with Ms. Moon, i.e. seems you are doing wonderfully well dealing when all your hurdles are considered. Sending more love. x0x0 N2
I hate the word listicle, which isn't even a word, as far as I'm concerned. This is not a criticism of you -- more a criticism of our culture or perhaps the current state of journalism. :)
I totally get what you mean about not wanting to be out among the masked. (And certainly not among the unmasked!) We've been hibernating at home, even when our lockdown was looser and restaurants were an option. We've been to one restaurant, once, in the past year.
You and Dave could compare notes about compulsive Internet buying! I bought a shirt that also turned out to be made of that weird, shiny fabric (and did not look that way in the Facebook ad). Moral of the story -- don't buy things advertised on Facebook! LOL!
And then, you end your absorbing listicle with THAT PHOTOGRAPH. I fell right in.