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
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Friday, Aug. 19, 2005 - 1:07 a.m.
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Doggies, Matches and DB
Oooo! Doggies is home today! And now I realize why I kept noticing the clean floor before! Because it is so unusual for it to be clean for three days! She walked in, drank water, slobbered all over the floor and walls, shook, and dropped hair everywhere. End of clean floor in 15 seconds! hehe. She was very happy to see me, but quickly decided that I am as dull as ever sitting in my studio.
I did get the cover illustration for the kids' novel done last night, but not til past 5:30 am, and had to be up at 11am, so I am just zonked. I delivered the drawing to my client (who is in from out of town for a meeting so she got it in person) after doggies was dropped off here.
Picked up my photos from Musicfest (the ones of mushrooms turned out so well I wish I had taken more) and spent so much time looking at them at the coffeeshop that I only got my comics page sketched and not inked.
And somehow I didn't get much of anything else done today. Where the heck does the time go??? Egads. I am zonked now and so I am going to go to bed right now. Try to get back on enough sleep/ camping schedule of bed before 2am, up before 10am.
I'm hoping that without working tonight I can get a whole book sketched for a Monday delivery. eek.
Did I mention that I actually answered some weird internet match thing that they sent me by email and am having a meal with a local (in town) 28 yr old straight guy? Frightening. I don't really find him attractive from his photo, but he seems interesting in the answers on his profile, so maybe a new friend. Who knows.
Besides that... one learns interesting things about people when they care for your place while you're gone. I learned that Disappearing Boy prefers cheap margarine over real butter, that he likes his toast nearly burnt (crumbs in the margarine which is nearly gone... I only use the marg. to put on doggie's arthritis pills! LOL!): he had changed the setting on the toaster and I burnt mine which went straight in the garbage. He prefers horrid cheapie fluffy bread to the 7grain organic bread I buy (which was rotted and green on top of the fridge), and also buys fluffy cheap whitebread hamburger buns. Frightening. He totally tidied up the kitchen table and counter, vacuumed the floor and did the dishes. The counter has never been cleaner, but I had to rewash all the dishes since they were all oily urk. Hot water and soap are good things! Apparently he drinks Sprite with straws (and leaves them in the bottle in the fridge). And he drinks lots of coffee, but doesn't eat cherries or apricots (I had bought both fresh to eat in the car on my trip and then forgot them on the kitchen counter. He put them in the fridge where they were turning into liqueur 10 days later).
Very interesting. How intimate. hehe.
Oh, my garden sitter was thrilled with the signed Indigo Girls' cd I got her. yay.
nite nite!
me
wenchie
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