January 24,  2003

     Busy week.  In fact, so busy that last night was the first Himself and i have had a chance to sit quietly over dinner together.  Tuesday we were out at a munch/birthday party, Wednesday i was out at a meeting for an magazine produced by queer women, and Thursday we were at a play.  And i managed to go to work and do some pencil sketches in the meantime!

      i think i feel a cold coming on as well.  Itchy throat and sneezing.  Ick.

      It was very bizarre at the play - instead of 100% focusing on what was being presented, my mind kept drifting off to a "play" or story i have in my head, and how it would look using the stage they had that night.  One of these days i might even write all this down and get it out of my head!  i doubt it will ever go beyond the confines of my computer, but that's okay - i'm getting a lot better about just accepting the fact that i need to do these things and less concerned about whether they are good or not, or even have value for anyone else.  i'm wondering if some of my imagination is being helped by the drawing - more right brain stuff happening.

      Speaking of which, two friends have generously offered to pose for life drawing.   So a few people are going to gather here for our first official "Paint 'n Paddle" afternoon.  i can't wait!  It's going to be a blast.  One think about this kinky lifestyle i enjoy - there doesn't seem to be a shortage of women who are willing to take their clothes off.  i'll have to ask Himself to turn the heat up a bit in the house that day however!

      So now i'm trying to find mini paddles to give as official badges of membership.  The only place i can think of so far is a paint supply store, for those paint sticks used for mixing house paint.  Inexpensive, yet probably as effective as a regular paddle - i'll have to ask nicely for Himself to try one out *eg*.  

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      Gads, i'm starting to squirm just thinking about it.  Off to find Himself :-)

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