Giddy with It

Originally Posted Saturday, February 1, 2014

I'm just goofy happy tonight.  I haven't done anything on a drizzly bad day but work on pictures.  I went to the gym around four and afterwards took a long walk, then went to Holefoods and bumped through the narrow aisles among the billions of Super Bowl shoppers (I guess), and came home to cook a meal of spaghetti and meat sauce concocted with 3/4 pounds of grass fed 95% lean beef.  A salad for starters with Nadja's red pepper and avocado and leafy super greens (?), and a starter of Brooklyn #2 Ale just for shits and giggles.  I have turned down the single offer I had to go out, and thusly have not spoken to anyone but by telephone for twenty-four hours.  I am happy that I can stand my own company, and that I am able to be on my own.  It may be good training for the future (though my thoughts have become eroticized of late and I may have to rid myself of the DSB).  People write, and there are pictures to send and schedules to make, and the cat, of course, will never leave me alone, and tonight there is still the remaining episodes of the first season of "Banshee" to keep me up later when I am too tired to read.  I think of creative geniuses and wonder about their social lives, and from what I know of them, they were not given to going out so much.  It is the work they needed, the creative flow, and so I do not mind so much to stay in and work on what I will leave behind.  The models are giddy with the pictures and I have actually sold an image with the help of a friend of the blog and I have been asked to present a show at a local institution.  I also have some other opportunities if I can get off my ass and make them happen.  And so all the late nights shooting after working in the factories and early mornings processing pictures and weekends printing and waxing and transferring may pay off much more than going to some Wing House with fun friends and having beers night after night or sitting on the couch watching Dancing with the Stars or even dancing some woman on a real dance floor (though that would top the extant list for sure).  Nope. . . I am happy-(ish).  There are some things that need severe improving, but I will see to those in time.  Tonight with ale and spaghetti and the sure-fired Nadja beauty potion. . . I am a champ of some proportions.  And tomorrow, perhaps, I will have brunch with the woman in this photograph who happens to own a company that sells natural organic soaps and lotions on a small scale.  She even smells good in the picture.  And then tomorrow night I will have dinner with mother and we will watch the Super Bowl which my mother has no interest in.  But she understands it is more than football, and so we will talk through the game and watch the ads and she will leave at halftime. 

Yup.  I am positively giddy. 

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