Monk’s Sister

…cleaned my house the other day. She removed stains and scoured places that hadn’t been scoured in a long time before. Things that are not normally shiny are very shiny now. This clock was more of a decoration, albeit a dirty one, because I really couldn’t tell the time by looking at it. It had something covering it, a film of some sort. Okay, I’m going to be really truthful. I didn’t even remember that I had a clock in that spot. When I got home I was pretty sure that something was very wrong, but I couldn’t tell what. I questioned the cat posse, but they just shrugged and looked at each other. When I saw the stove I gasped. I could see things in it. Refections. The clock I don’t remember is like a mirror now. Monk’s sister did a really good job. Sometimes OCD comes in handy. I mean the woman actually cleaned and ORGANIZED the contents of my fridge. She cleaned the jars and put them back inside. Or maybe Monk did that part. They might have divvied up the work. It makes me feel good knowing everything is so shiny. If one of the cats locks himself in the bathroom again and refuses to come out I can put my mascara on in front of the stove.
Today is the first day of my 59 day vacation. It’s sunny and 70 something degrees outside which is just WRONG. I wanted clouds and rain all day so I could be forced to stay inside and work in my visual journal. OH screw it ! I’ll stay in all day anyway. I mean just because it’s sunny doesn’t mean a person HAS to go outside does it? Besides I can go out tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that. I could pitch my tent in the front or back yard and sleep outside if I want to.
Yesterday I took the coolest picture of this graffiti poster I’ve been staring at for over 2 months now. I had to get out in the street to take the picture and almost got run over by a kid on a bicycle. He called me a bad word that I’m not going to repeat. But at least I got the picture. And now it’s part of my journal page. I thought in keeping with the graffiti theme I’d post a few other journal pages with graffiti pictures or posters that I took (or removed to use in my journal). Actually the last journal page is graffiti-free, but I took that photo of St. Clare with the birdnest tucked neatly behind her head at a church on Sunset. Pure visual poetry I think…