
the house behind the museum : kansas city missouri
hmm. i wonder if i am going to start being one of those once-a-week-maybe journalists? (i still hate the terms “blog” and “blogger”) remember when i used to be just slapping shit here everyday? sometimes two or three times. wow. maybe my life was more interesting? i know i was fascinated with capturing scenes. so many pictures. a little too much whining though. i’m glad to be done with *that*! i miss the pictures though. i still have a great fascination with seeing, but i don’t feel quite as compelled to capture these days. i guess that could change at any time.
i have been working on some odd things at the artTable, struggling somewhat, but don’t feel like sharing them yet. nothing is quite working out. sometimes i wonder why i don’t just give up - look at all the mess i could get rid of! - but i can’t.
spring is so pretty. but i am glad for a rainy, cooler day today. maybe it will settle the pollen down a little. the oak has overwhelmed. everything itches, eyes, ears, toes, the mole on the back of my left calf. it is crazy. i know i know. i should just take a pill.
it seems i have recovered from my temporary obsession with Twitter and i am glad for that. what a timeWaste. really. i could not find one bit of value. i am already suffering from information overload. aren’t we all? Facebook is just as silly, but since my family are there, it makes it worthwhile. i still read LJ frequently though. and when bored at work can tear through an outrageous number of blogspots. i have also been reading 6 to 8 books/month. scary? i think so, too!
i feel ready for a sea change.