Yup. A night out buggered me for a day. Nothing got done until last evening when I made some banana "poop" bread. I knew as I was making it that something wasn't right. When it came out of the oven, I took a first bite. Not nearly enough maple syrup. But was that bad? I rather liked this less sweet version. I will have some in a moment when I finish writing this and I will know. I think so, though.
A friend sent me a picture of her daughter getting ready for her 8th grade dance. She is in a little black dress. Why? I asked. Why am I not photographing your daughters? I've known them since they were born. We both worked at the factory and when the kids were little, I used to entertain them when they came with mom to work. They love me. That is what they say. But now, teenagers. . . . Who knows?
I really just want to put the three of them in bathing suits poolside at a Motel 6 being weird. Barbecuing. Tossing horseshoes. Being awkward.
It will never happen, I'm sure. The world just keeps passing me by.
Yesterday, I read about this.
It is what I want. Have wanted. I don't want a trailer. I just want this. You can explore it here (link).
You can get them in Europe but no in the U.S. Why? It must have to do with emission rules. I don't know, but I NEED this NOW. Such is my life, it seems.
The world keeps passing me by.
Q is at some drugfest playing disc jockey this weekend. He is one of I don't know how many, but it gives him a chubby, I know. And he has just bought a bunch of airline tickets to fly around Europe this summer. The whole family.
C.C. leaves for Paris tomorrow. My travel/art buddy is traveling around France and going to London as I write.
Everybody's going somewhere.
I still have much painting to do. Etc.
I sit at home and watch things like this. It brings me to my knees. . . with sad desire and deep longing.