Entries from September 29th, 2020

40

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Well, I must really be turning 40, because this past week I’ve been debating between expensive double chin-removal surgery or a similarly-priced meditation training course. The two are probably mutually exclusive, both in values and finances, but in the end, I’ll probably just re-establish dental care, get the routine mammogram, pluck a few mole hairs, and put on lip gloss.

Rowan is walking though, so that’s cool. And the Biden/Harris signs are popping up like daisies around the neighborhood, including at the house where the hippie cops live. Besides the police cruisers, their whole flowering yard feels like so many prayer flags. Over the fence, they tell us they bake with the eggs their ducks lay, offer us some, and laugh when Rowan tries to say quack.

I guess there’s a speck of hope for these chins yet.

Sunday, September 6, 2020

Listen, it’s bad out there. Likely to get worse, too.

So, what then? What now?

I dragged my easel out of the closet, put it in the nook upstairs, on the landing. Some paint tubes are dried shut, no muscle will open them. No muscle will get me back to the canvas, either, but humility might. And then, just a little, here and there. Nothing to show, really. Amateur stuff.

But I am going for the small these days. It’s enough to go at all.

Theme by Blogmilk   Coded by Brandi Bernoskie