Painted Saturday
Just finished cleaning up the house, cause you know, it’s a Saturday, and these things must be done on days like this. Also, some friends are coming down (L+R) and I wanted to get all the clothes off the floor and maybe sweep up a bit. I don’t mind living in filth, but I don’t want people to think I like it.
Also got a painting done (first one in quite a while … since I moved in, I think). Unfortunately, I accidentally bought some soft gel instead of the regular medium or heavy stuff I buy. As a result, there’s globs of gel and paint all over the place, thanks to my big, sweeping strokes with the palette knife. But at least I’m painting again. Must be a special day.
Cliff Fadiman
To divide one’s life by years is of course to tumble into a trap set by our own arithmetic. The calendar consents to carry on its dull wall-existence by the arbitrary timetables we have drawn up in consultation with those permanent commuters, Earth and Sun. But we, unlike trees, need grow no annual rings.
