Just got internet back at my mother's house. Nightmare. But it is done. This won't be long. I need to do some things and can't sit here long. Did you enjoy the shuffle dance video to Elvis? I've been sending shuffle dance tutorials to all my friends with bad knees, backs, and hips just to piss them off. But criminy, that is some happy, healthy stuff. Makes me silly to see anyone having that much fun.
I hope you are getting used to the illustrations of my photos. I'm still quite enamored. This is based on German Expressionist painting techniques, but they surely were influenced by Picasso, don't you think? Those primitive looking faces, those eyes? I'll ask A.I. to turn this into a realistic photo later on and see how much it looks like the original. I know, I know. . . just indulge me. Wait until I learn to have it produce music. You'll really lose your minds.
It is Saturday and I have chores, but I sure would like a mimosa somewhere, too. I get four or five hours away from my mother usually. The other 19, I'm right here in her house. She lives dependently now.
I can get that girl to dance. I tried to get one to shuffle dance, but that didn't happen. It isn't quite as athletic as break dancing, something that astounds me, but it sure looks like a lot of fun. I stood outside the Union Station subway entrance one night with Ili and watched kids take turn break dancing on a big piece of cardboard for about an hour. It was one of the most fun nights I can remember. I love to watch kids having fun. Good clean stuff. Their laughter is infectious.
Oh to laugh like a kid again.
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