The warmth of the sun has wiped away Autumn, just for a few days: my mom’s last few days here which I am planning to spend exclusively with her. Come Tuesday, both the dogs and I will be back to our regular routines.
I slept like a log for 9 hours straight. It hadn’t happened in a long time. It’s mostly exhaustion and just thinking about the weekend ahead – all work – I am already tired. But Tuesday will come eventually! I really hope you are doing fun things and enjoying life. Spare a thought for me trapped behind pots and pans!
They were let in in groups of five, a motley crew of men – and some women – from the toothless to the mentally ill, from the veteran to the almost clean and blond couple too young to be living on the street. All received a bag with turkey sandwiches, fruit, water, cookies and crackers. And a greeting with a smile. This being Los Angeles, vegetarian and vegan options were available.
At my end, it was an excruciatingly long and busy week – one that is not over yet. The flip side of it is that work takes my mind off the seemingly constitutional crisis my country appears to be in. Absolute madness. Here is a mixed bag of things that attracted my attention, a couple of them supplied by sofagirl. Counting down the days to my vacation….If you are a mother, have a wonderful Mother’s Day!
I only have myself to blame for over scheduling my time. Partly, it’s the life of the freelance, taking work when it comes, as inconvenient as it might be. But partly, it’s me, saying yes to all manners of things that are interesting and then end up piling up on each other. It’s also Spring, and I have come back to life, after a hermit Winter. So, if I can get to the end of Friday, I am planning a weekend of nothing much: dogs, yoga, books, mindless videos and general laziness. Starting with this post.
Sometimes I bookmark art that I see in magazines, or online, for future exploration. Most of the time, what piqued my interest in passing, on closer inspection, doesn’t end up moving me but, when I dig deeper, and find more about an artist who caught my eye and I fall in love with what I see, it’s like happening on a wonderful book you had never heard of.
I am no stranger to old, naked bodies, especially female. During the course of the hours I spend volunteering at the hospital, I see bodies ravaged by disease, scarred by surgery or just plain old. There is something about a hospital setting that allows for intimacy and a shedding of prudery. There is also a generosity in women who share their stories, complete with images to match.
4:40 pm on a Wednesday afternoon. I look up and the sky is a perfect shade of intense blue, so velvety I think I could touch it. If I turn around, towards the mountains, the blue dissolves into a hazy white, fading into the rock. On the opposite side, the sky mingles with the ocean, creating a smattering of stripes, from grey to baby blue and every shade in between.