May 2,  2004

       We had an absolutely lovely day yesterday.  And i was even dragged away from my never-ending learning to paint quest.  That's rare.

      Himself needed to have a "trophy" base made for a gift His theatre company is presenting to a sponsor.  And lucky for us, the same creator of our ultra-perfect bed, volunteered to make the base.  So off we went to their house, whereupon we had a great time catching up on each other's lives while said base was magically created, and then going out for dinner afterwards.  

      It was truly a nice day, and relaxing as well.  And once we got home, we even decided to crash early.  i've now had 9 hours of sleep - rare for me!  Himself is still fast asleep.  i have a feeling today will be quiet as well, as it's rainy outside and that's usually all we need to stay inside with a good book. Well - most likely paints for me ... i'm itching to create something.  i'd kill for a naked body to pose for me right now!  Now that the warm weather is here, i'm going to be do some serious canvassing for carcass *eg*.

      And i think the cleaning up before the cleaning lady gets here this week, will be put on hold till this afternoon instead.  i need to get some of the art stuff out of my system first! 

      'Course sometimes i even push that chore to the very last minutes before she's due to arrive.  And the very idea that i even clean at all before she gets here, drives Himself crazy.  This is a constant debate with us actually.  But having been a cleaning lady myself, i know how discouraging it is to try to vacuum or dust or wash someone else's home, when all their crap is kicking around!  Not to mention the fact that it's actually kind of insulting, and demeaning.  

      So anyway, maybe it's shaping up to be a busier day than i anticipated.  Ah well.

      i've been browsing around in some of my older entries lately.  Just a memory-jogging sort of thing.  And it seems i spent more time in the past contemplating life and topics and developing opinions, than i do now.  i wonder if it's because i've gotten lazy, or because i'm not constantly on my toes anymore, wondering when He's going to pull out a flogger - or simply because of the art now, and the creative energies being directed there.  Yet i find i still have a need to write occasionally - hence the journal continues.  And lots of stories still float through my brain - they start as the kernal of an idea, and suddenly i'm seeing the whole scenario in my head - the adventure plays out and all these characters develop.  Yet i never write them down.  i haven't a clue what stops me.

      So then i just go paint.  Maybe i find the painting easier.  Maybe for me it's easier to try to paint an emotion, than to write it.  Because a picture can mean a lot of different things to a lot of people.  Words express precisely.

      Hmm.  Kind of deep for an early Sunday morning.  Maybe all that sleep was a good thing.

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