Rolling Papers And The Universe

Rolled papers all day yesterday

Taking these and others up to

Goat Feathers booth this week.

Today I think I'll paint some
word canvas, right after I go to market.

I've been out of staples for days.

No milk, juice, bread, eggs..zippo

Tried to figure out a dish made solely

from condiments, but....

I have an entire fridge door of condiments

and no bleeping food!

Anyone else hate market shopping?

I hate getting dressed to go 2 blocks.

If I look really bad,

sans makeup and wearing paint or food

 splattered clothes,

you can GUARANTEE I'll see

someone snotty I do not wish to see,

and word will spread that I really am unkempt 

unless at work..

At work, both jobs, I also get really dirty

 so 

perhaps I am unusually and frequently unkempt. 

Do I care?

Not a fig.

This week?

I'm plunging head first into painting 

my kitchen cabinets,

or should I say repainting?

I painted them about 15 years ago.

I have a week off from both jobs, so

I am going Grey!

I was thinking of grey but when I 

walked into Josie's shop Vintage Home

and met this lively, oh so friendly gal,

 and then spied a color 

Pittsburgh Grey..

"It's a sign"

I was hooked.

The universe was talking.

I stood there debating

and while listening to Josie give us directions and 

hints and ideas freely with none of that

other gobbeldy gook you get elsewhere in

other shops selling paint, I thought...

Even though it is NOT in my budget,

I am going to support this woman and 

her independent small business.

I gladly plunked down the cash

and I know I will be thrilled.

and THEN

quite by chance

and here is where the universe comes back in.

My First boss told me about Josie's shop

and that is why I stopped in.

I go to my other job the next day 

and tell Second Boss

about this great shop I went to,

 and about painting my cabinets.

Second Boss is doing an auction later that week,

 and meets a paint gal there and gives her 

her card as introduction.

The paint gal says she just met a Suzan 

who works at the auction place.

You guessed it!

Second Boss just met Josie!

When the universe speaks

Pay Attention.

Words and Lyrics and Love

Believe Imagine Dream

Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye

Leonard Cohen

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

Macky

Next to my folks, the longest relationship

of love I've ever known.

43 years

We became friends my junior year in HS

She introduced me to Leonard.

For that alone I owe her a

lifetime of steadfast loyalty.

The kindest soul I've ever known.

Chances are we will never again meet,

it's already been 17 years....but no matter.

My love goes with her 

as her love stays with me.

It just is.

Cannot Stop

The love affair continues.

If you saw yesterday's post,

you know I have a new obsession.

While having one of my long chats tonight 

with my pal Carole I worked on this one.

The light in my home is dismal at best, and at night,

well, I propped it in the kitchen to try and show Carole as

I had told her what I was doing as we talked.

So lousy light, lousy color but you get the gist.

This is a very muddy mustard,

with brown/cream stripes.

Striped the edges. 

I used to do that on all my canvases years ago.

The paint under my nails, 

up my arms, on my old pj's....

yep painting in pj's.

My vintage pitcher used for washing brushes,

my now vintage Marie Callander pie plates used as palettes..

I'm diggin' it I tell ya.

See the tornado in the center?

Think I'll go start another one, it's only 9:00 p.m.

I'm thinking..

"The power of forgiveness

The power of grace"

Those two lines....

well this song.... saved me.

I have seven canvases left from other classes

I taught years ago.

I'm going to keep going until

 they're used up and then we'll see if I head out with 

coupons to get those nice juicy thick ones I prefer.

Hope everyone enjoys the weekend,

and to some of you..

rain rain go away....

Z