Yep: still got the ol' magic. Unfortunately, that magic is usually stale and smells like a box of Cocoa Puffs with a dead mouse at the bottom.
Made Mediterranean roast pork with roasted sweet potatoes in nuts and cranberries on Saturday night, but C only ate about half her plate. This was confusing, as C usually *loves* all pig-related products. What she did consume was three giant glasses of milk. About a litre and a half. Why is she so thirsty? I thought. And then I remembered the *sandwich* she made about forty minutes previous, and that it was washed down with two glasses of wine.
Honestly, at times it's like having a teenager in the house: you have to impose a kitchen ban in the hours around mealtimes, and keep an eye on the amount of drinking going on.
Nice to sell some paintings and cigar-tin stories this weekend. As much as artists enjoy being surrounded by their work, it's much better to see it go out into the world, to have it in people's homes.
I've had a cough for about two weeks now. This is what having a child in daycare is, this ongoing viral purgatory.
I see an armchair or a sofa on the sidewalk and I stop and take a second look and think, Well, this looks alright, why is it out here? and then the word comes screaming out to me: pee.
A new rule, too, about never coming down in my sock feet to the street-level main entrance of my studio, as several fine gentleman use it as a spot to duck into the doorway and pee (and, to be extra charming, they aim for under the door, so that it comes puddling in).
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Made Mediterranean roast pork with roasted sweet potatoes in nuts and cranberries on Saturday night, but C only ate about half her plate. This was confusing, as C usually *loves* all pig-related products. What she did consume was three giant glasses of milk. About a litre and a half. Why is she so thirsty? I thought. And then I remembered the *sandwich* she made about forty minutes previous, and that it was washed down with two glasses of wine.
Honestly, at times it's like having a teenager in the house: you have to impose a kitchen ban in the hours around mealtimes, and keep an eye on the amount of drinking going on.
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Nice to sell some paintings and cigar-tin stories this weekend. As much as artists enjoy being surrounded by their work, it's much better to see it go out into the world, to have it in people's homes.
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I've had a cough for about two weeks now. This is what having a child in daycare is, this ongoing viral purgatory.
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I see an armchair or a sofa on the sidewalk and I stop and take a second look and think, Well, this looks alright, why is it out here? and then the word comes screaming out to me: pee.
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A new rule, too, about never coming down in my sock feet to the street-level main entrance of my studio, as several fine gentleman use it as a spot to duck into the doorway and pee (and, to be extra charming, they aim for under the door, so that it comes puddling in).
I feel like you had to pee while you wrote this.
ReplyDeleteIf they did it regularly I would stack it out and yell at them or call the cops. They can get a ticket in the US.
ReplyDeletePS- Of course you still got it! Yum on the dinner :)
when i left i was so involved in my package!!that when i looked up i went'where am i?'my detour had detoured me..but it was nice out and and didn't step in any pee-that i know of-harley boots are good for that.u know u've chosen the right gift when u don't want to part with it!!
ReplyDeleteMen caught peeing in the open get fined for indecent exposure here these days.
ReplyDeleteThe pork sounds scrumptious.
I'm so glad you visited my blog and left a comment as I came over here and love your work.
ReplyDeleteOver the summer I took a photography class and we were sent out to take photos on the streets. My class partner and i saw an old couch on the sidewalk and though it would be great to take photos on it. But while I was sitting there posing, I thought, I'm probably sitting on urine and bedbugs. I felt so contaminated for a few days. Not a good idea...
Congrats on the sells of cigar tin stories paintings! =)
ReplyDeleteAnd yeah, I've had three rejections this week, sucks not to be considered a human being...
i suppose pee is better than poo. marginally. but still
ReplyDeletesounds like a good meal -- but sandwiches happen. i sadly understand both sides of that story.
ReplyDeleteand to those men at the door - you need to make a big sign - maybe with a target -- which says do it here. ugh, under the door? unbelievable.