In a cruel twist of fate autumn has abandoned Los Angeles. The days are groaning under the weight of 80 degree temps. In keeping with our summer weather pattern I moved slowly and deliberately outside to rattle some paint cans around. I’m craving red and yellow and blue. And red.
1 page left in the visual journal. I’m shuffling towards a conclusion. Like Tim Conway on a Carol Burnett skit – remember the old man?
I’ll probably spill some profound thoughts onto these pages after I finish this post. Dip my nib in ink and do some doodling. Maybe put a box fan in the window. Find a swimming hole in which to splash. You know, leisurely Saturday night activities
I’m doing a comparison study on the Elvis cupcake versus Vanilla. I’m torn. Conflicted. Hesitant to commit and file my report. Which is why there are 2 of each in the box. No I will not eat them while watching The Biggest Loser. That’s on Tuesday and these will be long gone by then. Someone put the coffee on!