artpie

man, what an unintentional oddly productive weekend... I had plans to do nothing more than buy groceries & be a lazy slob watching NCAA basketball most of Saturday... that went sideways when a friend called me to come have breakfast with her, which turned into lunch, which turned into relandscaping half her garden, which turned into taking her dog to the emergency vet for a spider bite / bee sting, which turned into dinner, which turned into me sleeping over (on the couch)... woke up before the rest of the house & slipped back home (LA is strangely peaceful at 7:30 on a Sunday morning)... spent a little time drinking coffee, weeding my garden & listening to Harry Shearer on the radio (if you haven't heard "Le Show", check it out - he also broadcasts on the web)... and then I got a wild hair up my ass & figured I'd build a picnic table... so I spent the rest of the day & part of this morning building an 8 ft picnic table & two benches... what the fuck?...so much for the lazy weekend... didn't even get in any cheap drinking at Little Joy... oh, well... back to work

and now, for the random brain mumble of the day
........................................
When
the other is not here,
I finally find
the time
to see it clearly.
When
my hands can not touch,
I finally begin
to feel.
I am quite good,
when I try,
at hearing the words
of my heart.
I am quite good,
when I try,
at hearing the words
of my heart.
I am quite good,
when
I try,
at failing to speak them.