From the sketchbook. PBS had a special on Rothko. He certainly made really awful stuff most of his Life and then he hit gold and then died before he had a chance to enjoy fame and fortune. I just wish we had had the opportunity on this program to just see the later works. I had no idea they were so large. I might need to see them in person one day before I die.
Riley and I have gotten into a rhythm of walking. We go up and down the street. Not as slowly as I thought but never even the slightest pull of the leash. We are naturally traveling at the same speed. No walks off leash in the woods. He's had pills for one full day and this morning. He still won't eat. I wrap the pills in a pill pocket and a strip of thin sliced turkey. He opens his mouth. Before this he refused to open his mouth. He also enjoys eating the treats he would get on the Walk In The Woods. I give him five. He looks away like he is not interested and so I pick up the sketchbook and draw and then look and they are gone. I get up and go to get 5 more. He'll eat those and perhaps a few more. If he's done- he leaves one. My signal to not get anymore. I must have mentioned how intelligent he is?
He drinks water. Usually out of puddles. It's been raining a lot. You know how much if you watched the Patriots game yesterday. Lots of fresh water in the puddles for him to enjoy.
G and I both were born in Cleveland and that team is dismal. Even with Beckham. Who has said he would like to play for the Patriots. He looked forlorn. After the Giants and now the Browns-- it's looking bad for the guy. Life and the way things work out---some times it seems like all you get is the short end of the stick.
I went out early to the postoffice- Grace your box (yes, the box you sent me) is traveling back to you filled with good things (I hope). Should arrive Wednesday. I also learned how to get the "funk" out of fresh caught bass at the the post office. And that they take passport pictures. I also mailed a belated birthday card to someone special. In a small town the Post Office is the place to hang out. And the line is always long and very slow.
Daughter and I went to Goodwill. Not as delightful as I had imagined it would be.
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love the thought of the same box rumbling back and forth cross country in the dark hold of a postal semi
of course, they probably fly,
but i like the idea of it being On the Road Again
it could go on forever
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