Enjoying the last week of my luxurious 42 day vacation. As the Spanish proverb goes “How beautiful it is to do nothing and then rest afterward.” Which leads me to my next conclusion. That being, that I should really have another 6 weeks off to rest. I do nothing remarkably well. And it really IS terribly tiring this doing of nothing.
What a dreadful inconvenience work is turning out to be. I can imagine all of my little alligators gnashing their teeth and expectantly swinging their reptilian tails. They generally hate all of this boring free time. They’d much prefer to be asking me questions, writing me notes about the horrible crimes their classmates are committing, chasing each other around on the school yard, skinning knees, losing baby teeth, growing big teeth, and listening to me read the ongoing saga of Captain Underpants.
While I was doing nothing last week I worked in my visual journal. Today I cut some more sillouette stencils. I am enjoying those more and more. Will post some of those tomorrow. That is, after I get back from my pre-dawn romp through LA. Monk’s Sister is booting me out of the house bright and early. She will not let anyone come between her and her Murphy’s Oil Soap. Hopefully in my bleary-eyed confusion my field trip to see the muralled walls of the LA river will be a success. It’s not far from my Highland Park digs. Hopefully a train won’t rumble by when I’m on that bridge. Great photos of Meeting of Styles at the Friends of the LA River (FOLAR) HERE My favorite is the ship on top of the weathervane.