Archive for July, 2007

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i didn’t go out past the backyard all weekend. it was great.

unfortunately my ass feels like it has quadrupled in size, after carTravel, sickness and feeling-too-awful-to-walk-to-work&home for over a week. today i walked up the hill to the office. it was hot, even this morning, but i didn’t mind really. i miss my walks.

even though i felt a little lethargic and sickish still, i got lots of fun things done. made two sets of images from texas, finished some collages, that i’m not sure i like, even if i add the silver sequins to them, completely finished two books (the small one taken to texas for busywork [ha ha], and the half-year journal), determined to work on something *not* a book yesterday, so worked on a collage so big it won’t fit on my scanner. gasp. it is interesting to note that i seemed to be regressing to the period of the big white paintings. i wonder what that is about? but i think i might like it. answered some but not all of my emails, was lazy with my poet, ate pretty good food, started (reading) two books and watched 3 movies. it was grand.

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two new sets of images for your viewing pleasure

random observations from austin : hill country : fredericksburg texas

a too-short exploration of the abandoned baker hotel : mineral springs texas

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it is interesting how easy it is to become detached from online stuff and journalling and posting images and all etc when one is away from it for a while. i hardly know how to get back into it. i was a bit sad to see the few images i made while away. of course, most of the time was spent visiting and travelling and not really in the state of mind for capturing. and my “snapshots” suck. i don’t have even ONE proper image of little Kathy. boo! i did take a couple of small wanders alone. that was good. but i am not pleased with the images i am making lately.

the trip was very fine. i loved roadtripping, even on the boring interstate, with betsy. it was wonderful to end up at margaret’s and have both girls alone for a couple of days. we had FUN everywhere. trudy’s, the Blanton, buffalo exchange & goodwill, central market, matt’s el rey and james. i love them so much and feel quite chokey that it will be too long before i see them again. i also loved hanging out for a day with my mother, doing NOTHING, but sitting and babbling. visiting pam and ed and eating chinese seafood, the blue-headed turkeys, bleary-eyed breakfast with mother’s group. then to fredericksburg, patricia, kurtis, kathy!, everyone!, the wonderPlayYard, mamasita’s, chocolate pie, wallowing with the girls, chickflix, donkey and white cows, wandering. then driving home with a waterfall head. i was glad to return to my own house and my poet and i loved having betsy for a couple more days. though i HATED being sick, she mostly wanted to hang with her friends and that is cool.

yesterday, much better, but betsy had to leave. to the airport. then cheered up by korma sutra lunch buffet, the Kemper and a visit to the new Bloch building at the nelson-atkins. WOW. we had planned to hate it, but it was quite awesome. i can’t WAIT to see it at night… then whole foods market! *and* later a ride in the country. all good. and today back to work. mostly well. except for sinus and chest debris. and that is all for now.

i will write my emails this weekend. i will.
and play at my artTable.
and mess with texas pictures.
and sleep.

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now i am back. it was fast and good.
now i am sick. *not* good at all.
i tried to go to work today, but couldn’t stay.
i am trying to play with pictures, but no energy for such.
so i am going back to bed now.
if you have emailed and i haven’t answered, i’m not ignoring you.
i just can’t sit up for long enough. today.
i hope tomorrow is better. a woodchuck has been trying to eat my garden.
he ravaged all forms of parsley and several marigolds.
my poet has protected it well, though.
when i saw him the morning before i left, i thought he was darling.
i don’t think so now. grrrrrr.
(the woodchuck, not my poet.) it’s hot. i want more drugs.