Friday, June 28, 2019

What I've Been Reading

2312 by Kim Stanley Robinson. A fascinating sci-fi book about life 300 hundred years in the future when the whole solar system is colonized. Goes beyond just creating another world. Riveting.

Flights by Olga Tokarczuk. By one of the most acclaimed of Polish writers, this novel takes you an amazing journey through time and geography. I've never read anything like it.

Volume 6 of My Struggle by Karl Ove Knausgaard. The author has been compared to Marcel Proust for his deeply detailed introspective look at his own life. I've read all six and am so glad I did.


The Art of the Wasted Day by Patricia Hampl. An historical and contemporary exploration of masters and mistresses of the art of leisure. Some beautiful writing as well as many things I hadn't considered before.

Deep Creativity by Quibell, Selig, and Slattery. A wonderful new book of Jungian thinking about the creative process with reflection prompts and suggest practices. A book to savor.

Current mystery writer I'm bingeing on: Karin Fossum.

Friday, June 21, 2019

My 30/30/30 project

Today is Day 24 of a 30 paintings in 30 minutes in 30 days project that my friend Eileen and I are doing together. We bought inexpensive canvas panels (6"x8") and agreed to paint one a day in under 30 minutes. Eileen has chosen to paint whatever inspires her and I've chosen instead to use 3 basic landscape sketches (10 of each of the 3) as my jumping-off place.

One of my goals for this project was to get in the habit of painting every day at least for a few minutes. And that is becoming a habit. Another was to just play with paint rather than making a painting and to learn what I can from materials. Both goals have been reached. Even on the busiest of days, I've found the time to go in and paint and I've learned a lot about color mixing and some other techniques I'd been wanting to try. Here are a few of the 30.






Friday, June 14, 2019

The pair of shorts I gave the police

Last week, I heard loud and angry voices in my courtyard and went to the front door. On the lawn stood a policewoman and up the stairs near my neighbor's front door I could see a girl trying to climb onto the roof. She was shrieking and yelling. Since the police were there, I went back inside and went about my business.

The next thing I heard was a male voice saying, "Miss, we found your pants." I looked out and there was a policeman next to the policewoman and he was holding some clothing and I realized that the girl climbing out onto the roof had had no pants on.

About 10 minutes later, I left my apartment, heading out to an appointment. There were two police cars and an ambulance in front of my building and they were leading the young woman down the stairs to a gurney. She was hand-cuffed and furious.

I went back to the courtyard and picked up the clothes that the policeman had left on the grass and took them out and handed them to him. He thanked me and suggested I wash my hands.

When I came back from washing my hands, she was on the gurney and they were getting her into the ambulance and we all went on our way.

Much later, I went out to my terrace to bring in my towel, shorts, and t-shirt from water aerobics. The towel was there but the clothes were gone. And I then realized that the policeman had assumed the shorts and t-shirt tossed on the terrace wall were hers and I had made the same mistake with the bundle of clothes on the lawn and given away my own clothes.

Friday, June 7, 2019

A poem that describes the future


She will stop at the cash register
hoping he’s there in a booth
hoping he stands up to embrace her
hoping he’s changed his mind

He will stop at the cash register
ashamed he’s late on purpose
ashamed she’s driven all this way
ashamed he’s ditched her so crudely

She will order tea that goes untouched
He will order pie and wolf it down

She will ask for an explanation
repeat I don’t understand
repeat I love you
repeat we’re so good together

He will prevaricate
repeat it’s just not working
repeat there’s no one else
repeat this isn’t useful

She will go to the ladies’ room
Fix her sad face
Fix her swollen eyes
Fix her broken heart

He will ask for the bill
Leave cash
Leave a big tip
Leave before she comes back

Tomorrow they will be a thing of the past