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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Monday, May. 02, 2005 - 7:11 a.m.
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Playpal Takes All My Time Tonight
WAga WAga I am a crazy fool. Somehow it is past 7am. I didn't do ANY drawing work today, and I decided my comic needed rewriting... the segue from yesterday was bad.
Duh.
So what did i do all day? Well, I wrote the page of comics I need to rewrite. I went by an art openhouse... it was the owner of the car I drew in the Leo's Dog book... I printed out a copy of the illo I did of his car and took it by to show him. I didn't stay for wine and fruit cuz doggies was waiting.
It was sort of sunny for the first time in a gazillion ages, so I dragged all the plants outside to spray for bugs. The poor things. And finally potted the bits of oleander that have been trying to reroot in water for the past several months. That is, when the cats didn't knock over the water trying to drink out of it, so that the roots all dried out before I noticed that they were gasping like a fish on the beach. But I did get them rooted finally after the third try, and now they are in dirt. So the cat's will not try to drink it. Don't ask what else they might do instead, though. (Chaos... will getting them doublefixed cure them?? dang)
And what else did I do??
I made a superduper hugomungo page of paypal buttons and nice little thumbnail images to sell my comics online. Do you have ANY idea how long that takes? Craaaazy. And THAT is why I am up at 7am. I just finished.
Now unfortunately, I am not headed for bed, but rather to the bank machine on my bike. Why oh WHY did i not remember before 10pm to go to the bank machine at the pharmacy?? Because I was playing with playpal... um yeah, that's it. Playpal.
Cuz before I wake up, ie 10am-ish, a woman will come by with a painting that I will buy from her for $125 and right now I don't have $125. Dang. Why did I promise her cash? I am sure a check would have done. But it is a lovely painting in gouache and watercolor of cafe au lait. mmm. For my kitchen.
OK, gotta cycle!
bye!
me
wenchie
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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
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