Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
Saturday, Jun. 26, 2004 - 3:49 a.m.
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Corona Spills on my World
another tired day. i want to feel peppy and zippy and healthy. yup.
I did get a new page of comics done (though I had been hoping for two pages), and got the real sized wheels (20") for the doggy trailer. Now it zooms along loverly. I had hoped to make the holes for the bolts in the plywood and sand it tonight for painting, but i am zonked.
And just to wake me up I am drinking Corona with double lime. Sure to wake me up huh!
And I dumped half a bottle into my keyboard. oops! I shook it out over a towel and it seems to still work, but it smells like a bar in here. One would think i'm a lush. not.
Tomorrow I will go and buy the light grey paint for the wood. And maybe even see if I can get a good flamenco fan. Though it doesnt seem to be so much of an issue. The prof is going to give the girl in the front (who she has lent a red flamenco dress), a fan of hers, and the girl in the front will lend her fan to me. It's all about color. A black fan in front, two red ones on the ends, black in the middle and back. mmm.
Well, i really have nothing to say. Go back and look at the drawings if you havent yet. and have a good weekend. tah.
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
