steaming a little laughing a little irish prose and romantics poetry a little; responses to good tunes lace and shadow spaces; loves to scribble on butter paper; magic tool: good black ink pens
Sunday, March 20, 2005
i have wasted many weekend hours trying to materialise unimagined forms into reality. of course that will never happen. i feel guilty even doing this random brainless unnecessary activity called blogging. got the box but what goes in? happy days are here to stay however because of the first success of mandm's project. s and husband are delighted with the photographs - m choy you are right i should been there to soak in their reactions - and i look foward to many other such projects. it is another one of those things i love to do - it's so in you and you feel so happy doing it the joy is almost physical. i failed to run or swim the past two days because i woke up late. it's almost like a drug. an absence of it results in a wasted state. i must do a long run today. i should probably go and soak in the exuberant awareness that i am alive and well and can do much instead of moping around like a lackerdaisical sloth. i am no sloth!
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