what a wimp ...
yes, the snow, or blizzard, or inconvenience is beautiful from my drafting room window - and its warm and cozy indoors, and there's plenty of provisions, paint, work to do, some unheard cd's, books, magazines - but i shudder to think of facing the elements and shoveling out the vehicles or a path to the mailbox - and to think 'untold ancestors staked their genes on me' ...
a hearty people from Lithuania, Austria, northern, and eastern Europe - where this would be considered a mild day ...
i remember as a kid, spending hours outside on days like today, building forts and complex networks of tunnels - which i'm sure my parents saw as tell-tale signs of problems to come -
but it was fun - until being introduced to civility and self interest where most things simply become a distraction from personal ambitions ...
so today, i'm going to take my cues from Eve [the most wonderfullest terrier in the entire known universe], and tail-wag my way outside for a while to recapture some of those ancestral vibes - or try ...
got to remember - 'it ain't the heat, it's the humidity' - or something like that ...
"that wasn't so bad" - [as Rocky said when Clubber Lang(aka Mr.T) was pulverizing him] - until i had to lean into a 30 mph wind while shoveling the drive - i fear my face is frozen to a grimace - even Eve had one of those quizzical, 'what are you nuts?' looks, like other species often do - and in a forest usually teaming with wildlife, it was void of activity except for the creaking of trees from a frigid, arctic blast - but hey, it was exhilarating - [thank you ancestors] - and as i thaw i can feel a smile through chapped skin and joy bubbling when i pass by 'logos' ...
time for paint ...
logos in progress ...
