lately, i’m remembering my LOA (leaves of absence) with a pang. i miss those days of blissful solitude, morning walks, travels in the spring and fall. monday was my favorite day of the week because it meant everyone in the world except me was at work. except they weren’t and i wasn’t the only one. now i’m back to worshipping fridays and saturdays and sundays. and it looks like i’m in it for the long haul – this work business, i mean. some days it feels like i’m living in a cage.
other days like today i get home and drag everything out back – journal, sketchbook, book book. make a nice pour-over coffee. i can’t get outside fast enough. a flock of green parrots fly overhead squawking, a breeze is blowing, it’s cool. orange sun slanting through the trees. way up in the sky a white jet is heading east.
during sketchbook time, tyler drew me while i drew him. i wish you could have seen the look of quiet concentration on his face. it was our first portrait drawing session. a hush fell over the room then it erupted in cackles and screams. a nice end to the week.
i’m off to read my new book. so far it’s unputdownable.