I’d really rather take pix than face what I have to organize but, I better do the organizing. Srsly. Especially around the books, the papers. My whole life is filled with paper, paper I have written on, paper journals, junk mail, things I really don’t even want to look at or look back at. Maybe paper attaches itself to writers because we are never without it.
Got past the New Year, got past my BD, next is Valentine’s, yeah right. Getting my own roses, srsly this year — I will. Made a bouquet from white freesias and red burnished looking roses in an orange vase — they look nice, happy, flowers always make me happy, always — whether I planted them or got them. Anyway, here are those — dreamy looking blurs and sharp realism…
Doing kitchen, doing the bath, slowly — paring down — has to regain my sense of self somehow. I really do. Trying to eat, will and can.
Walking. My BoyBoy. Helps.
He is the curliest!