Saturday, September 27, 2008

Putting it to bed.


Quelle dommage.
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I have trimmed everything, emptying pots, laying gypsum and nutrients - getting the garden ready for winter. Notice in the back shade garden I removed several lilac trees that had gone bad - thus we see the neighbor's garage. I know. I've been working very hard - several hours in the garden, at least three hours working on art... no time for naps. It is good to work. I forgot to eat for two days, did not shower for three, and neglected my medicines for four - today being the fourth day, I was quite high, and though I enjoyed it - I realized I need to take the medication. (I hate that!) I suppose something could happen if I don't.

So true...


"Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell ... That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky." - Holly Golightly

Paul is dead.

Paul Newman dead at 83.
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The coolest American actor ever.

Monday, September 22, 2008