Monday, June 26, 2017
June 26, 2017
Yo Yo Ma’s Appalachian Waltz on Spotify.
Dream which ended in a remembrance of the moment when Mike Herhold and I won the “neatest campers” prize at summer camp in West Virginia. How deep was that buried?
When I close my eyes, image of a tulip sapling gleaming in a shaft of gold light.
Got my car washed. It was getting a little sickening inside. Contemplated the young man who was running the carwash–competent, polite, but also obviously on the edge of fury. Glad I came early.
Fairly good painting. Tried an Impressionist landscape. It looks like yellow mud. Ordered elegant papers. New studiomate, Geri, with lovely jewelry.
More weeding than I expected to do when I set to it. Close the eyes and see crabgrass.
The days, officially “free,” nevertheless get filled.