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A Six Part Lesson In How Demons Spend Their Weekends
Oh, god. What to write about? 1. The Weekend? I�m tired this morning. And I�m tired out of all proportion to how little I got done this weekend�though I actually got a lot done this weekend, both at the studio and in terms of socializing. I made fourteen or fifteen pieces this weekend�at least got them to the stage where they can be bisqued. I went to the art show and showed not my art, but my support for my sister artists: Kim, Laura, Judi, Lori, Sylvia, Sunny. (And Sunny offered to trade one of her beautiful crystalline-glazed pieces for one of my own works�though oddly enough, she wants one that incorporates the face of The Aka Demon. I also bought three small pieces from one of my favorite mixed-media artists.) I went to the gym on Saturday (but not Sunday). Also? There were late phone calls with Sophistica and early phone calls with Mayflower. Also? I had to remember to continue to thaw and freeze The Demon Who Finished The Job. And I went thrifting for some new reads. 2. Shopping? I had to do some shopping this morning. Max�s birthday is fast approaching, so I did a little browsing for that. I also had to buy some comestibles, as my supplies were starting to look a little sparse. Of course, since I don�t actually eat anything but air and non-fat yogurt these days, shopping was pretty easy. No, that�s not true exactly. I also shop for Max when he needs me to, so I had his list and mine. And also? I suddenly have it in my head that I need a floor cushion. This is just another example of one of those things that The Brain suddenly decides that it absolutely needs, so that everything else has to be pushed down the priority list while I go out and look for the perfect specimen. (The last time this happened to me, The Brain decided that a handbag for NicI�s wedding was the only thing that would make it happy. So I shopped for a handbag. And I shopped. And I shopped. And finally, after finding nothing cheap and funky and functional, I sat down and had a little chat with The Brain. We came to a compromise: The Brain accepted the fact that handbags, however cute, however funky, however functional, are not strictly necessary for its continuing well-being. So it accepted my proffered idea of clearing the sex toys out of their home, the zippered black pleather bag that we�ve had for years, and using that as a wedding handbag. I mean, we�re all about the celebration of sex and sexual pleasure in its various manifestations, and isn�t that what marriage is all about�on some level anyway? And even if it�s not, there�s still some perverse pleasure in the sex toy bag making its rounds at the wedding, which was peopled primarily with the Mormon-based family of the bride.) However, I did not find the perfect floor cushion, so the search goes on. 3. Reading? So I finished the Palanhuik (the same afternoon I bought it). And I finished the Bryson. I started (while I was finishing the Bryson) a novel by Dan Brown called Angels & Demons. Now normally, I wouldn�t even touch anything like it, I wouldn�t even get near some mass paperback that promises some kind of edge-of-your-seat reading experience, but Ladas lent it to me with the best of intentions, so now I feel as though I have to finish it. And it is painful. It is painfully bad writing, and the story creeps along, and the characters are very nearly flat. I have actually burst out laughing several times. On a cheese per cheese basis, it�s about on par with an Olivia Newton John concert at the local casino. Only your average Olivia Newton John song has a little more thought put into the actual writing of the lyrics (Physical. Let�s get physical. I wanna get physical, physical. Let�s get physical. Get physical with me� has more appeal to it than Brown�s writing. And when it doesn�t, when Olivia fails, you can still give it a nine because it�s got a good beat and you can dance to it.) Anyway, I also thrifted for some new reads, and ended up buying a couple of copies of diet books. (Now that I�ve dropped over two hundred pounds, I decided it might be amusing to read what people have to say about how to lose weight.) I bought a copy of Susan Powter�s Stop The Insanity and Robert Haas�s Eat To Win. Both say the same things essentially, both advise the same basic kind of eating, and neither is particularly ground breaking, insightful, or crazy. And I could kick myself for passing up a copy of The Beverly Hills Diet, because I had so wanted some crazy diet book�and I know the �you can only eat papaya this week but maybe next week you can have a grape� diet mentality is crazy. So I read those this weekend. 4. Richard? Richard is back in town after a week�s work in Colorado and he called last night. Gun shy? Yes, perhaps I am. But I like Richard, so we�ll see. 5. The Day�s Plans? The gym, as per usual. The studio perhaps. Reading? Probably. Oh, I probably should get a job, shouldn�t I? But it�s so nice to be a lazy hausfrau sans a husband� 6. A List? Of course I have time for a list. I am grateful. I am grateful for the studio, for anger, for the force of creativity that is moving with some strength through me these recent days. I am grateful for my beautiful artist friends. I am grateful for huge, moldy bags of paper clay. I am grateful. I am grateful for coffee and for Sophistica and for Heidigger and for vinegar voodoo. I am grateful for Elizabeth the Astrologer who bummed a cigarette off me yesterday and then said of smoking, �I have such an addictive personality. I always think, if one�s good, let�s try a thousand!� I am grateful. I am grateful for Max and Mayflower. I am grateful. I am grateful for home-x and for away-x and for the lessons I�m learning from the difference between the two. I am grateful. I am grateful for this time, for this day, for any positive effort that�s made in the name of good. I am grateful. I am grateful and this is how I show my humility. I am grateful and this is how I show my obedience. I am grateful.
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