This afternoon on my way out to buy packing peanuts, I stopped to play underneath my backyard maple tree. These are busy days at zena moon! Nights, too. It's nearly 9 pm and Kaitlyn's down in the studio, working late. I take good care of my workerbees -- I fixed us bacon, lettuce, tomato and cream cheese sandwiches for dinner with soft ripe pear slices on the side. She's a college student who doesn't get many home-cooked meals so I feed her sometimes. Send leftovers home with her.
I don't always take good care of myself.
Last night I broke a promise by reading a blog I've sworn off many times because it irritates the living hell out of me. Without going into details, I cannot stomach façades, and it baffles and frustrates me that I sometimes 100% consciously choose to fly into this flame knowing I'm going to get riled up. There are a handful of sites I need to stop reading, forever, period. One friend suggested blocking the URLs from my browser and I think that's what I'll have to do. Self-control has never been my strong suit, even when I know the outcome is gonna feel bad!
On the flipside, I just discovered Frida's Notebook and her Portraits of Afghanistan photoblog. I'm hooked, having nearly finished reading (and soooooooo loving) A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini who also wrote The Kite Runner. Many years ago I had a brief love affair with a Kurd and ever since I've wanted to visit Turkey and Afghanistan. Also on my wish list: Africa, Iceland, Australia, New Zealand, Israel and Nova Scotia.
Also on the flipside of façades, Sister Kathryn and I are gonna swap photos of our real artist selves getting down and dirty at work -- she as mudwoman, me as waxwoman. Then Eileen mentioned her typical artist garb of a baggy paint-splattered housedress and wild bedhead . . . and it got me thinking . . . what if we have a special day where we all post photos of our REAL selves looking like we look doing what we do? No special dressing up or primping allowed! Just splendid women au natural.
I will bet anyone $100 right here and now that no one -- no one -- will look more alarming than me. :)