Saturday, October 3, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
The Stoup Family comes to visit the job site and then dine on the lovely patio of the Red Sails Inn. Tom of the Blue Door Book Store (awhile back), Penny of Tucson (long ago) and Susan of London (currently). This Saturday there will be many road closures on the Point for bicycle races and the San Diego/Ensenada Boat Race. Want to be there to meet and greet. I'll just have a helicopter drop me onto my high perch.
Karlas orphaned kitties will go to their new homes in LA this weekend. Just when they are getting their brilliant personalities and performing funny antics. Jeff and Jesus have purchased every possible accouterment for the rearing of a kitty family. No doubt they are destined for a top notch life. Bye bye babies!!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Susan is somewhere over the Atlantic right now making her way from London and we're going to do another round at Cafe Chloe. Us'ns and the other girls - and sometimes the Boy comes. He who makes a brilliant she on Halloween.
Get ready for it cause it's coming. I might consider having a big blow out of a revival this year. Rip the place up like a royal decommissioning.
Right On!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Parts is parts. Top level 1/86th or so! This evening as I left the job site in my street clothes the gentleman who works the fuel dock saw me eyeing the project and he said 'would you believe she's done that whole dang thing with a two inch brush - she's amazing'. I said thank you - I'm that girl! It's always a little shocking when people see me dressed normally.
Paul of France once said - Linda 7/8ths, no 24/25ths of the planet would love to have your life. You live in a beautiful city, you have great friends, you spend your day doing what you love. Thus I got hung up on the fractions of things.
1/3 through maybe - with the mural not my life. Thats about 1/2 if I make it to 100. Seems like I've been here a very long time. I would like to make some knock out paintings before I vacate this planet. Feels like something just building under the surface and if I don't get it out I'll just start screaming or something equally disorderly.
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