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March
16, 2004
St. Patrick's day tomorrow... and i'm mostly Irish.
i wish i'd known a lot sooner than when i finally found
out... and i'm still debating the last name thing.
It's very Irish. And yet, while there are biological
ties - i never did know the man as a father. In
fact, never met him, and can't as he's died
already. So there's this big gap that i feel
about it all. And my last name remains what it has
mostly always been - that of the man whom i called
"dad".
But i might wear green tomorrow anyway.
Weirdness at work today. my carpooling buddy had to
work some unexpected overtime, and i'd hit the wall on
work. i just couldn't do any more. So i
decided to take advantage of the spare time and do a bit
of sketching. i actually got in a not-bad eye, and a
hand. It did mean however, that there was no time
for painting when i got home tonight. But anyway, i
enjoyed my little drawing exercise a lot, and when it came
time for blending and shading, i just happened to have a blending
stump in my purse. i carry the strangest
things in my purse these days!
By the time my driving partner was ready, i was well into
the right-brained zone. It's such a bizarre thing -
i seem to go off into lah-lah land, and can't focus on
anything remotely structured. She was talking to me
and i was literally staring off into space. i
eventually realized and explained and she just
chuckled. i was very zen.
Himself and i skipped formal eating tonight - instead my
son was here and set up a new cart with wire baskets and a
small drawer for me - for all my art supplies. It
has wheels, which means i can tote my supplies from room
to room according to where's going to be the good spot to
paint. Sort of like one stop shopping :-) i
can hardly wait to break it in!
Time to go snuggle ...
 
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